"He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like..."
So. As I am finishing this up, I've noticed some of my old highschool siblings are tweefing because some lil group of churren who call themselves "Money Team", tried to make their own homecoming week. Hol up. Yall I know I used to run shit back in the day. I'd be pissed if I put in WORK and someone tried to go against the grain. I mean I would've 86'd that shit with haste. But 'tis a good laugh. They're all going back and forth because this girl said something to the effect of "You're worried about Homecoming Week but won't even graduate". King Charlemagne was most certainly tickled.
But let's be honest. What kind of money are you making and you're not even out of high school? Don't front. You know yo momma bought that fake ass versace shirt for $12 at Burlington. Don't play. (OMG I love Burlington).
I feel that minorities get so caught up in having temporary pleasures (hair done, nails done, nice clothes) that they can't invest in the bigger picture. I'm tryna tell yall. The richest kids on campus drive Porsche's but rockin Payless shoes. You don't hear the King tho.
Last night I decided to have a little kickback at my place. I invited Shai-Ann, the Size Queens, Ian + company, Valerie, LiteBrite, Nia, and my new friend Beckah. (I met Beckah in Ybor, she goes to UT and she is GORGEOUS with a crazy personality! And she go to UT so yall know that mean she got moneeeeeey)
The size queens came but I was little thrown off. I decided not to tailgate with them because it wasn't planned out and my spidey-senses warned me that I would just end up annoyed. But I was thrown off because I invited them to the getty but they had not actually said whether they were coming or not. I knew something was up so when I finally asked, they told me that had planned to go to a party for the last week. Why not just say that from jumpstreet? Honesty doesn't hurt my feelings. I wish that they all would do more things independently. Sometimes it seems like if one doesn't wanna do something, the other two automatically don't.
Now, I won't say what I may or may not have ingested, but just know that Trey was on a completely different planet. I had a lot of fun surrounded by fun people, I just wish I could actually remember it. When I'm....in that manner, I really like being touched. My senses perk up and skin contact just becomes euphoric. I felt myself all over LiteBrite in front of everyone which is a big NO-NO for me. {The last time that happened with Lucas and I was also....in the same manner ;)}
Ian came too with his boytoy and I was quite surprised because he's actually really cute. Not that Ian can't pull, but I thought I found all the USF babies already lmao. He's not my type though, but they're a cute lil duo.
Speaking of which, Ian is my new roomate and honestly he's cool as fuck. Nigga stay turnt. I finally have someone I can talk about gay shit with haha. He gets it.
Things have going well with LiteBrite. But to be honest, I don't know where this is going and to what extent. I guess I can just lay back and enjoy it for now...(and I mean that in multiple ways)
Came back in contact with someone who I shall name....BB. So BB is actually LiteBrites close friend, because they share an ex haha. We had a falling out but I guess we worked it out when sent him screenshots of his current (ex now) boyfriend trying to get with me on Grindr. (Why did I capitalize Grindr?) Well, we been getting close ever since then. Before I was really only interested in him sexually, but to be honest, he has recently been intriguing a different head. He's high key unreliable when its comes to hanging out though. Let's just see where it goes. UPDATE: I invited him to the TI concert (which was amazing) and he asked me what time to come. That was the last time I talked to him. Nigga left me hanging like a left nut. Again. He'll be lucky to get any type of attention from King Charlie again.
But to be honest, I really want this Middle Eastern boy I started talking snap-chatting. Yo. He is so fucking cute. Let's see how this goes. I think he has a boyfriend tho..
Here's a little lesson: Trey C. don't stress em!
Started talking to a club owner but that shit stopped just a quickly as it started. He has had...relations with someone I know back home and have mentioned plenty of times on my blog. That was automatically a turn off considering who it was but whatever. This nigga told me he's not into random hookups (which I never even wanted to have with him) and two hours later, told me to come over because he was horny and his dildo wouldn't cut it. Bish whet?
Kept trying the shit for a couple days, but when he realized he was texting King Charlie's number and not Rent-A-Hoe, he got kinda sour.
A couple weeks ago the Size Queens and I went Ybor and see what has been happening lately is when we go, boys will engage them in conversation in a weak effort to get at..well,me. So we're in the club and this latin boy is dancing with them and I'm noticing how he keeps getting closer to me. To be honest, I really didn't get a great look at him but I didn't bother because I was so put off. Damn, if you want me, you better be direct. Subtle shit don't fly with Trigga. Antywayz. I noticed he disappeared for a minute then, I could feel him standing a few feet behind me. When I walked forward, I feel someone grab....well, a large slice of this poundcake. It's kind of flattering, but I wasn't gonna show him any attention, negative or positive.
A few hours later, we walk out of the club and Bailey is sitting on the bench with him. I see him glance at me, then 30 seconds later she calls me over. Oh lawd. Ever so reluctantly, I walk over in typical Trey fashion.
It was awkward.
He awkwardly shook my hand.
I awkwardly avoided eye contact.
He awkwardly smiled.
I awkwardly frowned.
That was it.
Until the next day, when I sobered and was peeping his IG with Bailz. OMG is that boy from last night? Damn he's fine, what was I thinking? Now YALL, it is so rare for me to renege upon my initial judgment of someone but he was/is so fucking cute,
Long story short, we got in contact and began texting. Only, he's a horrible texter. You know what? I gotta say something..For everyone reading this, I am a HORRIBLE texter. So I aka Charlie aka Trigga Trey aka The Muthafuckin Dungeon Dragon text YOU, bitch your world better stop turning! If you giving CPR to Obama, you better hope his ass stay alive while you texting me back.
When I confront him, he say, "Well, to be honest, I've been really busy and don't really see it important to text someone I don't know." OH?? At that point I was soooo done. We kept texting a little after that but I felt like I was carrying the conversation by myself and let's be real, there's plenty of other people that would love my time and attention. Nigga like do I know who I am? The Original Trey. And you can bet his ass ain't got a text back since.
Continuing on, I hooked up with this boy named Andy who actually goes to UCF. I really started to like him but I really don't have the time or energy for anyone who adds confusion to my life. I posted something on my snapstory and he took it personally (they all do). Look. I be tryna tell yall. If I'm referring to you, I'll say your name. If not, just assume I'm referring to every boy I'm talking to. Ha.
LiteBrite is the only boy whom I publicly say anything about because....He deserves that.
A part of me feels like I've entered a new era of.....non-hoeism. Or is it a phase? I haven't really been satisfied by casual encounters or pursuing them. I'm so consumed with proving to myself that I CAN find a worthy individual and be in a committed relationship. But see because I have never really been in a relationship, I tend to fall hard and quickly for anyone that shows me any type of interest in getting to know me and not getting inside me.
Speaking of which, I have not been penetrated in sooooo long. I'm beginning to think that my booty virginity may have grown back Like re-sewn itself back up.
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I work at starbucks now btw
*runs away from paparazzi*
