Reasons why I don't mind leaving guys with self-inflicted blue balls.

Reasons why I don't mind leaving guys with self-inflicted blue balls:

1) "I date a lot of black girls. And of all the black girls I date, I like the way you smell the best." o_O

2) "You're my favorite girl from the neighborhood." 0_0

3) "I don't really like the "local" people." (I live in Bed Stuy)

4) "You know I'm not disrespectful," while attempting to smack my ass in public.

Yeah. And so that was the last day I spoke to that guy...

There's a difference between going to it, and going through it. Which one are you doing?

We all have to go through it to get to it, but can we focus on the getting to rather than the going through? Still trying to figure that out...

I mean... I guess you can say I'm a little extreme.

I'm either all in, or all out. I'm just not about that "wavering in between" life. Either you like me, or you don't. Either I'm with you, or I'm not. If it happens that when I'm with you life is great, but when I'm not, it's "out of sight, out of mind," I'm just not with that shit. If we're only together when we're together, well then we're not together at all... right?

I want it all. Not just some of it. I mean... if I'm with you, I'm with you. Not just sometimes. And so, I expect the same. Unfortunately, expectations ruin everything. But I'll have them anyway.