I’m Not Your Fun Girl

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Guys (literally)… You have got to stop calling and texting me after 11pm. There’s only one of two things you could want from me at that time and I know it’s not because you have an emergency. It’s like have some fucking manners, please. Not only am I a mom, but also if you haven’t made plans with me earlier in the day, I’m for-sure not going to jump out my bed and come running. I think it’s inconsiderate as hell to hit someone up because it’s convenient for you and your needs. Have you even stopped to think about how it’s making the other party feel? Probably not.

Anyways, I woke up at 5AM in the morning and rolled over to look at my phone, which is such a bad habit of mine. So, there I am barely awake, but I notice a missed call and a wyd text from guys I barely speak to or see. The call came in at almost two in the morning and the text came in a few minutes before midnight. Immediately, I’m just like niggas are fucking disrespectful and think they can do whatever the fuck they want. No lie, I was pissed off.

Normally, hearing from these two people would put a smile on my face, but this time it just made me question their motives. Men will claim to have all this respect for you; tell you how much they love you, miss you and care about you, then proceed to treat you like a booty call, or what is it they call it now.. a sneaky link? Even the guys you’ve known for a decade be having some fucking nerve.


I’m a single woman, with a son, who finally knows her worth and I owe a lot of that to being celibate for so long. I don’t have it in me to entertain anyone for the hell of it. I’m not pressed for sex or attention from any man. I’m at the point where I’d rather be alone, even if that means not having sex ever again. Yes, It’s that serious.

The old me would jump at the opportunity to be next to a man, but the new me cringes at the thought of even giving them a chance to keep using me for what I have and can give. There’s more to me besides what’s between my legs. I want to be in the presence of a man that doesn’t look at me as a sexual object he can turn on and off like a game. I want to be around someone who can hold a conversation with me—one who doesn’t mind sitting in silence while we watch a movie, wants to learn me inside and out, and finds my awkwardness adorable. I want to be around someone who genuinely cares about me and knows not to fucking call/text me at booty call hours knowing they rarely check in on my well being.



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