Angel
Cuntbeans
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- Dec 26, 1999
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Are men psychopaths?
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I was at work on Christmas Eve and this pretty okay looking Puerto Rican guy was shopping for some small earrings for himself.
So little ol' jewelry department Angel was waiting on him, cause men seem to have no clue how to shop for earrings. (I digress)
Anyway, he leaves and comes back maybe an hour later and asks me how old I am so I tell him I'm 23.
He says "Okay, good because I think you're hot and I was hoping you were over 21". So I'm like uh ok.
So he's pretty cute I guess and I told him I wasn't looking for anything. Cause I'm not. But we exchanged numbers.
Anyway, I was out of town at my moms until at night on the 26th. and he called me like 5 times, even though I told him I wouldn't be there. He called me again when I was home and got all pissy because I didn't call.
Well whatever.
To make a long story short I tell him I'll call when I get out of work at night. Every night without fail within minutes after I walk in the door he calls demanding to know why I haven't called him and why am I playing with his mind.
Oh I forgot. He's 36 fucking years old.
Okay first of all asshole, I don't want a goddamn relationship with you. I still don't know what the fuck is going on with me and BK and I made that clear from the get go. I mean I suppose it's pretty much over. I don't fucking know, but I can't just get up and move on THAT damn fast.
Secondly I'm not your bitch. I don't answer to anyone, especially not some random guy I just met. I am an adult. I come and go as I please. I don't have to explain myself to anyone anymore. Fuck that.
Anyway I called him from work. Instead of having a conversation, we argue because he demands again to know why I don't call him. Hey, fuck you. If you weren't calling me two seconds after I get in the door I might have a chance.
I told him to fuck off. Nobody questions what I do. Could you imagine being in a relationship with him? Ugh.
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[vent]
I was at work on Christmas Eve and this pretty okay looking Puerto Rican guy was shopping for some small earrings for himself.
So little ol' jewelry department Angel was waiting on him, cause men seem to have no clue how to shop for earrings. (I digress)
Anyway, he leaves and comes back maybe an hour later and asks me how old I am so I tell him I'm 23.
He says "Okay, good because I think you're hot and I was hoping you were over 21". So I'm like uh ok.
So he's pretty cute I guess and I told him I wasn't looking for anything. Cause I'm not. But we exchanged numbers.
Anyway, I was out of town at my moms until at night on the 26th. and he called me like 5 times, even though I told him I wouldn't be there. He called me again when I was home and got all pissy because I didn't call.
Well whatever.
To make a long story short I tell him I'll call when I get out of work at night. Every night without fail within minutes after I walk in the door he calls demanding to know why I haven't called him and why am I playing with his mind.
Oh I forgot. He's 36 fucking years old.
Okay first of all asshole, I don't want a goddamn relationship with you. I still don't know what the fuck is going on with me and BK and I made that clear from the get go. I mean I suppose it's pretty much over. I don't fucking know, but I can't just get up and move on THAT damn fast.
Secondly I'm not your bitch. I don't answer to anyone, especially not some random guy I just met. I am an adult. I come and go as I please. I don't have to explain myself to anyone anymore. Fuck that.
Anyway I called him from work. Instead of having a conversation, we argue because he demands again to know why I don't call him. Hey, fuck you. If you weren't calling me two seconds after I get in the door I might have a chance.
I told him to fuck off. Nobody questions what I do. Could you imagine being in a relationship with him? Ugh.
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