Bad Girl

I just got through with my double.

I’m feeling half sleepy and half excited because I really like being a server. I like the people I work with. The customers are so cool, for the most part, but I still walk around smiling the whole time and it’s because I’m happy.

I love taking care of people. It makes my soul feel good.

But child please…man..ever since my cycle went off I’ve been so horny. All day today I was just having all kind of sex in my mind with random men that walked by me at my first job. i had to laugh at myself. Don’t men usually do that??

But the reality is, I’m feeling the itch and I don’t keep a team, I’m usually a one hit wonder. And I think one of the reasons why I do it like this is, of course I have fear of success in the area of relationship, but the real reason is, I never meet anyone who amazes me so when I meet a guy I know automatically that he’s not going to be someone I could be serious about so I don’t take him seriously. I just sleep with them and then throw them away.

No one impresses me. It annoys me because I love the feeling of having a crush on someone. It’s hopeful yet fearful and sweet.

So today God gave me lots of eye candy. Mmm mm mmm. The FINE dark skinned brother with the dreads came in again tonight with his friends. They didn’t sit in my section this time and I’m glad cuz I have to go get my chin waxed so bad. Damn. I hate this plucking and cutting shit.

Anyway, I also saw the fine ass big boy. He was dressed so nice and his swagger was on point. I got his number cuz he was just so fresh and chocolate too.

And there’s this one guy, man, his body is so solid. I’m not sure I’ve ever been with anyone his size. He has a cool personality but what really attracts me to him is his body. I just want to touch it. For real. I bet he has a nice tight ass with a dip in his lower back. I bet that dude looks good naked.

But then I met this other guy and in my head I’m thinking, “I want some of that. I wonder how young he is. Damn. I need a lil friend right now.”

So I go up to him and ask what year in school he is.

“I’m a sophomore,” he says and smiles down at me.

“Oh, so that means that you are about 20-21?”

“21,” he says.

“Aww man,” I say and look down.

“What? 21 isn’t too young.”

“Yes, it is,” I say.

“No, it isn’t,” he says.

“Yes, it is,” I say and begin to walk away.

“No. It. Isn’t.” he says and pulls me back. He put a little bass in his voice and I was like…Mmmm He can get it.

I don’t know why I like college boys. Damn. 21-22-23. Love them! Pop them like M&M’s.

Gotta go get some sleep so I can wake up and do it all over again.

Lata…..