My Greatest Enemy is My Inner Me

This blog will tell the story of an up-and-coming young black man in his 20's

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

ASK, and you shall RECEIVE

What a difference a day makes.

Last Thursday, I was mentioning how I wished that I would find chicks that would come over to the crib late at night waiting on me. Well, the next day it happened, unexpectedly.

Friday night, I received my check from my second job (the cable spot). I always figure my check to be around the same, but this week it was an extra 122 dollars! I guess I was really humping on the cable front for the past few weeks! Well, seeing that it was a Friday night and no one to call, I was going to do what some guys with a couple of excess dollars do - go to the strip joint. I've never been before by myself, but I was really in the mood for a lap dance or two, and afterwards I was probably going to go home and call up *Mrs Palmer and her five daughters* and watch some "Andy Griffith" (LOL for those who seen Martin Lawrence "You So Crazy", you know what I mean).

As I'm heading to my whip, I check my phone. Wow, 3 missed calls. One from Blueprint, always doing his weekly checkup on the boy. I love him for that. Another from "Virgin Girl" (because she's a 25 year old virgin, I talked about her briefly in a fellow blogger's comments. She may come up in later stories), asking when are we going to go out. And then the 3rd call is from "Chappelle #1". You remember her, right? From my "Current Affairs" post. The one that I used to "holla at" a few months back, we work together, and she thought she wanted "more"? Then she changed up a few times deciding if she wanted to talk to me at all? Well after the last time she quasi-apologized, I was done with her. I was tired of the back and forth, the wavering. So I stopped talking to her. But, I've been noticing something about Chappelle #1. She's been dressing better, keeping the hair done, and hasn't had the "basement smell". Maybe it was that old "First Down" coat that was contributing to the scent (LOL, it wasn't a First Down, but remember those circa 1994? E'ybody in the hood had one, not me of course). I wouldn't mind being back on speaking terms with her but my pride set in and just said eff it. Well I get a message from her stating "I want to talk to you, but I'd rather do it face to face so that there isn't any miscommunication". I already knew what time it was.

Let's backtrack to earlier that day. I get an instant message from another co-worker, Sharonda, and it reads "Robert. Come over to my desk. I got something to tell you". (Sidenote: Sharonda was fired yesterday, and I'm going to miss her. She always told me what the chicks were saying about me). So I head over to Sharonda's desk in anticipation of what she's about to divulge to me, and here's how the conversation goes:

S: Guess What?
RM: what
S: I was at lunch with Chappelle #1 and she says that she wants to come over your house tonight with a trenchcoat on with nothing under it! So are you going to handle that?
RM (smiling but keeping composure): Well if she wants anything to go down she's going to have to come to me

*Let me just add in here that Chappelle #1 broke it off with me because she wanted more. I tried to see if I could still hit that anytime, but she wanted nothing of it. So I told her I wouldn't try anymore. That's why I told Sharonda that she would have to come at me*

S: Well you know she's shy, so she might not say anything
RM: Well if she wants it, she'll get at me. And I'll leave it at that.

So fast forward back to Friday night. I call her.

C1: You're not about to go home and go straight to sleep are you?
RM: Naw
C1: Well I just really needed to talk to you about some things and I would rather do it face to face.
RM: Ok, you need me to pick you up?
C1: No, I can drive out to your house
*Wow, she doesn't have a car, so she must've gotten a hold of the keys from Auntie Supervisor and her new whip*
RM: Aiight cool, well meet me at the crib.

I swear I was chubbed up the whole ride home, thinking of what might happen. I meet up with her, park her car in my garage and head up to the pad. We go straight to my room, because the crib is a mess (2 jobs don't give you a lot of time or the wherewithal to clean up. I try to designate Sunday as my clean up day, but since its my only day off from both jobs, I'm trying to catch on rest as well as other errands).

C1: I just wanted to see where we stand, because I try to talk to you but it seems like you're mad at me.
RM: Well yeah, the wavering back and forth did become frustrating, so I just decided to just keep it professional with you
C1: I just needed to think things through because I just got caught up in what I thought I wanted.
RM: Ok, I understand that.
C1: So you're not mad?
RM: I'm cool (because I don't like to say I'm mad. LOL)
C1: Ok then (As she heads for the door and puts on her coat rather abruptly).
RM: Where the hell are you going? First off, you're in my garage, so you can't get out without my keycard anyways, and why are you in a rush?
C1: I just wanted to talk to you face to face to see where we stand, and now I know.
(Now keep in mind that she stayed in the western burbs, and I know she ain't drove all the way out to South Side Chicago for a 5 minute chat.)
RM: Well take your coat off and stay a while. Let's watch some TV.
C1: Ok then (She's taking her coat off now)
RM: So do you still like me?
C1: Well I told you in the email a couple of weeks ago that I missed talking to you and joking around with you.
RM: No, I mean are you still attracted to me?
C1: Well, yeah. I mean that's not something that just goes away.
RM: Here's lay down for a minute.

She quickly obliges. We start kissing passionately, and clothes are coming off. But I stop her midstream. I told her I needed some head. Chappelle#1 had never blessed me before, because she says that she has to be in the mood to. Well tonight was strictly on my terms. It had to be my way, or the highway, literally. Well I must've got her in the mood because she followed through with my wishes. She was pretty good. I'm mad because she was holding out on the *education* (LOL). Soon after we get into the "grown up". It had been a while, so I was trying to make up for lost time, trying to do every position I could think of - "Up, down and around even sideways". surprisingly, I lasted quite a while, getting her to climax a few times. But remember what I said earlier - this was on my terms. I was ready for my own chance to pop a money shot, but I told her I wanted her to "service me until completion" (All the talk about my experience with Tiny had me thinking about it)....Now of course Chappelle#1 had never even gave me head before, and now I'm asking for the ultimate? At first she wouldn't say yes or no, but then after assisting her reach her point a few times, she couldn't help but to return the favor. I swear I felt like the guy off of Scary Movie when I bussed. She told me she only did that once before.

We layed down and went to sleep. She left just before the crack of dawn.

So what now? I don't know. Maybe it was just a one time thing to relieve stress. I won't actively pursue any other "dealings" with Chappelle#1. She's a nice girl but I just don't know about a relationship with her. But it's pretty sufficient to say that we are back on talking terms, LOL!

On another note, I'm really anticipating my court date tomorrow. I'm ready to get this matter behind me and get my new whip by May 27.

Thanks for reading,

Robert Mack


Blogger sweetness said...

i hope u know the emotional door u opened. remember sometimes a women's words or actions are not necessarily what's really goin on in her mind. women are use to bein chase and like u said u left her alone. that right there was a shot to her womenhood. she has something to prove. just be wise in ur chooses.*wink*

Wed Apr 05, 10:50:00 AM  
Blogger i like liquor and tv said...

lol @ the scene from Two Can Play that Game where she went over her man's house late one night then tried to rush away, so that he could beg her to stay.

But anyway, lol@Chapelle playing it off and trying to rush away like she wasn't over there for a booty call.

Props to you, you got mad game.

Wed Apr 05, 10:53:00 AM  
Blogger NegroPino™ said...

I hpoe this dont casue friction between yall at work....and if yo game is so tight better watch your back..i be reading about the crazy chicks on the guys blogs.......

Wed Apr 05, 11:41:00 AM  
Blogger Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T said...

stay tight folk - nice blog

Wed Apr 05, 01:56:00 PM  
Blogger Robert L. Mack said...

yeah I know. I'm taking it as a one time thing though. We'll see.

That's the thing, I have no game. Well ok I got a lil, just timid to use it at times. But I was laughing too, cuz I'm like "if I don't let you out, you aint going nowhere!"

Naw, never that. We're professionals here, believe that!

Thanks for coming by, keep reading.

Wed Apr 05, 02:40:00 PM  
Blogger TheOneandOnlyInsanely said...

Umm, remember Tripe Fat Gooses?
Well, that was the time the Jordan's came out in 88 and everybody was getting killed for their Jordan's and TFG's, needless to say, my project ass, wasn't allowed to have those either, I had XJ-900's from PayLess that looked like Jordans..I wore them to school once until I got roasted so bad, I'd rather wear my ran over, name brand shoes....

Wed Apr 05, 04:48:00 PM  
Blogger TheOneandOnlyInsanely said...

Mam, glad you finally got some ass...*lol*

Wed Apr 05, 05:00:00 PM  
Blogger Dynasty said...

LOL @ her smelling like the basement...that's classic!

Sounds like you had a good time...I can't wait to read how different she starts acting at work. You know that's going to happen, right?

Wed Apr 05, 06:07:00 PM  
Blogger Phoenix said...

Yo, I was laughing the entire read. She missed your d*^$ that's why she came back. Keep us posted as to how she starts acting.

Wed Apr 05, 09:29:00 PM  
Blogger Mr.Slish said...

Boooy you make Big Brotha Slish proud. Thats what i'm talking about. Handle yo business don't let the business handle you.

Wed Apr 05, 11:10:00 PM  
Blogger Mr.Venom said...

Like Dolla Bill from Players Club..." It's goin be trouble trouble". Yo I see a stalking story in your near future my.

Thu Apr 06, 09:45:00 AM  
Blogger Robert L. Mack said...

TFG's and starter jackets...naw what about Billion Bay?YES!!!!!!!!! my moms bought me some xj 900's in 5th grade, and I too got roasted and I quit wearing them after one week. Instead of the jumpman on the back of the shoe, it was like 3 or 4 dudes in the air jumping for a rebound!!!! Them were the days right there. You my girl Insanely for that one.
I'm glad I got some too, but my "Man" was feeling a lil "deserted" down there, LOL. But let it be known I'm really looking for one chick (yes, I contradict sometimes)

Yeah, you know about that basement smell...LOL...but like I said she trying to get better on the gear and took out the ghetto braids. She actually has a decent length on her real hair.

I'll keep you posted. I think she'll be ok, but you never know.

Yeah Yeah you know it! It had to be on my terms. Afterwards I told her "you know what you came over for"...

Naw no stalker stories. And where I work is very corporate and quiet so we always agreed even when we were at odds that we'd keep it professional at work because it aint too many young black people here, and they'll try to fire you quick around here for something (you see what happened to sharonda, LOL). Although I got one stalker story about another chick that I've been holding back in case of a boring week, and when I tell it I'm going to need feedback and advice from the masses. But that story will come one day.

Thu Apr 06, 12:47:00 PM  
Blogger TheOneandOnlyInsanely said...

LOL @ the 4 men on the back of the XJ 900, you know that was my name right, XJ 900, then they would do the robot voice. Kids are cruel.

Thu Apr 06, 04:30:00 PM  
Blogger Knockout Zed said...

That's why you're the muthafuckin' Mack! I love it when a plan cums together.


Thu Apr 06, 04:40:00 PM  

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