Busted? Nahh, not the kid.

This weekend I hung out with my girls. It's 4 of us and more than likely I'll be posting about them from time to time. Anyway Let me give ya'll a little background here. I met this dude when I was in school and fell in love instantly. I thought this man was so fine and I was determined to get him. I had a party at my house and he came with a mutual friend. I spotted him and spent the rest of the night trying to catch dude's eye. Now I look good if I do say so myself and I didn't anticipate any problems in getting dude to notice me but dayum if he didn't have something for my azz. That man wasn't paying me a bit more attention than the man in the moon, so I eventually said " screw this" and went on about my business mingling with the rest of the guest. Fast forward to about 2 weeks later one of my friends stopped by my place and told me she was going to this card party with a mutual friend of ours. Since I knew the guy who invited her, I decided to tag along. We walk up in there and I almost fell out. Guess whose house it was? Right!!! Dude from my party who I was sweatin'. Anyway, we played Pinochle( that is my game can't nobody mess with me at the Pinochle table) and as luck (or fate as I'd like to think) would have it we both were losers and ended up sitting out at the same time. He asked me to go on a beer run with him and as we walked and talked he asked me if he gave me his number would I call him. I told him that I might (had to play it cool couldn't let him know how much I was really feelin' him) but anyway after that we started seeing each other on the regular. He was very up front and honest with me about everything. He told me he had a girl back home and left it up to me whether or not I wanted ot still get involved with him. Now I know I was wrong but hell yeah, I was still interested. My method of thinking was that I was there, she was not and if I play my cards right and work my mojo on him, I'll be the girlfriend and she'll be the outsider. It was hard because he would tell me she was visiting for the weekend and if I wanted to see him I had to see him such and such a day. I was pissed but because of the fact that I was the one who chose to get with him anyway, I couldn't say shyt about it. I think the fact that he was so honest with me from the get go was why I did and still do love this man's dirty drawz. He was the perfect gentleman when my visits to his place turned into overnighters. I was nervous as hell the first time I stayed the night and when he said he was going to bed, I said I would stay up and watch movies knowing my azz was sleepy as hell and cramped up on that little bitty behind couch. Anyway, he woke up in the middle of the night and I guess he saw me looking pitiful on the couch so he prodded me to get in the bed. After a myriad of excuses from"I don't have anything to sleep in to I'm not sleepy," he finally got me in his bedroom. He tossed me a T-shirt and some boxers and I refused to put them on saying I was fine in my clothes. He cracked up at me and said instead of getting undressed for bed, I get dressed but he told me to stop playing around and just get in the bed. I was hesistant and I guess he picked up on it because he then said that I don't have to worry about him trying anything with me. He was sleepy and going to sleep, he said he wouldn't lay one finger on me and to top it off he said and I quote" MiMi, I will tell you this, when you are ready for me you will come to me first". I was thinking ain't this some shyt, cocky muthafugga. I was like well we ain't going to be do anything because I'll de damned if I'm going to be sweating a brotha for some dyck. Lawd that shyt lasted all of 1 week because true to his word, that sucka kept his hands off. Not only did he not touch me when deep down inside I really wanted to be touched, but he took it a step further, he would turn his back to me. I was horny and I wanted his ass so I guess he was right because one night I started grabbing on anything and everything I could grab and it was on after that. Yeah he never let me live it down, whispering to me while we were out with friend's and stuff "Why did you get horny last night and then cackling like some damn maniacal clown. " Lol @ me!!! This has nothing to do with my weekend perse'. I call myself giving ya'll the history of me and Dru(names have been changed to protect the innocent) and I get caught traveling down memory lane. Now I have to continue this when I get home because it is almost time for me to get outta this damed office.