Crazy Boy Returns

The Motards keeps rolling in one after another I tell you... A few hidden ones I didn't know were there just poked there little penis heads out to say "hello!" In fact I'm going to tell the story about ol "Crazy boy" that I just had a reunion with just a few days. Now, there is a slim chance that he may read this, but I'm hoping he's not on myspace, but I wouldn't be suprised if he was out there somewhere watching me. lol.
Ol "Crazy boy" is a real nice guy, and I wish I could say that's all he is, but he's also a crazy person too. If him telling me "I'm falling in love with you" a few months ago, wasn't enough, the story continues with yet another drunken ulterance that was just not magical. Now I know I have to treat this situation delicately, I've been in love with someone and them not feel the same way, and it sucks. Of course my situation involved a relationship, where as this one does not. In fact it exists on the sole basis that I said we could be "Friends" and that's it! If you want to be friends with someone don't go ruin it by telling them you love them a week later, it's just not the smartest thing to do.
It all started in January when I was having issues with "Mr. America" and well I was all tore up about that, so "Crazy Boy" saw this as his window of opportunity to lay down the moves... He couldn't have picked a worse time. Not only was I not over Mr. America, but I was also not interested in "Crazy Boy" either, nor ready to move on.
After he had given me some space after the whole "confession" thing, and I had told him that there could never be an "us" we decided to meet up on a whim in February with my friends. The night couldn't have turned out worse if I had planned it that way. Not only did he complain all night, but once it was unbearible to stand him I had to leave the club that I had to pay $15 to get into, just to take him home and have what I called a "serious discussion" with him. The first thing he did was tell me that my friends were quote on quote "crackheads" and that I should start hanging out with his friends... NEVER EVER EVER TALK SHIT ABOUT MY FRIENDS, RULE NUMBER FUCKING ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still remained somewhat calm, even after that blow, and I told him nicely about 4 times "We will never be together." But he didn't get it... After what I considered making myself clear was done, he then asked me "Well, if you don't want to date me, then does that mean you just want to fuck me?" FUCKING YUCK!!! I kinda lost my cool at this point... I was nice enogh to let him stay over on my sofa because he's too drunk and all, and even after all the bullshit he pulled that night, but he just couldn't act right.
So anyway, after a few months of not speaking to him, outta the blue he calls me and says it's cool and that we should meet up and hang out sometime. He seemed cool for weeks, never speaking about anything vulgar or obscene, or anything about "rekindling" a flame with me, thank God!
So anywayz, last week he called me and I was headed out the door with my girlfriends Mary, Nicole, and Ericka. He said he was in the neighborhood and wanted to meet up if I was free, I told him we were headed to "The Thin Man" a neighborhood bar, and he was welcome to tag along. So he did.
When I showed up with him and Ericka, Mary just looked at me and whispered in my ear "What the fuck is he doing here?" and I explained the situation. She fucking hates him, ha ha ha. Afterall he called her a crackhead, how dare he!
As the night progressed, I was very pleased in his behavior... Until Mary and Nicole left. Ericka had a friend from work join us and then I started getting these strange looks from "Crazy Boy", and jokes referring to "old times"... Trust me "Old Times" don't exist with this guy! We then decided to head over to "The Squire" on Colfax, which was a mistake. Ericka was off chatting it up with her work buddy, and I was stuck with "Crazy Boy" at the bar... what happened next I don't know??? We somehow got on the subject of what we wanted to name our children, he asked me "What do you want to name your children." And I said "Charlotte" and he said "That's it? No boy names" and I said "No, I'm only going to have a daughter, it's in the stars." And then what he said next made me choke on my drink, "No, I'm sure when we have a baby it will be a boy." Well I should say gag on my drink, I said "We aren't having kids!!!" and he said "Hey just think, If I get you drunk enough, I could probably sleep with you eventually and impregnate you, and then we would be together, cuz you be with child and all, and then we'd get married." Now I'm a firm believer that if you get pregnant you don't have to chain yourself to someone in marriage just because they knocked you up. Maybe that's just because I only want to get married once, but then he started spilling out some bullshit about how if a mother and father aren't together then the child will be fucked up... Seeing how the both of us were products of divorced parents I don't see it happening. And then I said "Well, for me to have your baby then that would mean we would have to have sex, and that's the most discusting thing I've ever imagined, so I don't think it's gonna happen." And he's says "Oh come on Coretta, just give it a chance, it could be fun."
I think the real drug user here is Crazy Boy, wouldn't you agree???

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[Timothy Kauffman]

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