Tuesday, December 8, 2009

When you run out of whores, don't expect me to be there.


Someone you can get along very well or Someone who would listen to your stories with all ears is different from someone you can call for a booty call.

If you're next door neighbor/fubu agrees to have sex with you when you're feeling down and low. Agrees to cuddling with you when you need self esteem and doesn't mind receiving a call from you at 3am asking her to hang out and God knows what happens after that -- I'm sorry, I'm not that kind of woman.

I'll be a good friend, a listener, maybe even give you a good advice on the mess that you're creating in your life; but once you cross that thin thin line and attempt to get me to bed... you can find your way out of my life.

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