last night, while i was getting ready to go hang out with some of my gays, Jay was watching me and he started asking the typical boyfriend questions: "who are you going with?" "what are you wearing?" "don't wear that." "what time are you coming home?" etc etc etc.

then, he asked if i needed any cash. i was like "for what?" he goes, "well, you generally have to pay when you're going out: cover, drinks, food."

"no, YOU generally have to pay when YOU go out . i'm a girl and i'm pretty. i don't have to pay for anything when i go out. duuh!"

"so, you let guys pay for your drinks and stuff when you go out?" i'm thinking 'duh. what woman doesn't?' but just to be an ass, i started singing "now, walk it out, think about it....awwwww snap!" from that "buy u a drank" song. you had to be there; it was funny.

he does this thing where he acts like he doesn't care, "okay. okay. alright. you got jokes." but then he starts glaring at me like, 'bitch, i will fucking kill you.'

crazy white boy.

so, then, we got into this whole bit about the buying drinks thing, all while i'm in my damn underwear trying to do my hair and makeup so i can get the fuck out. there are hot, gay men waiting for me!

Jay thinks i shouldn't accept drinks from men, if he can't buy other women drinks. i think it's okay for me because i know who i'm going home with. 95% of men who will buy a drink for a woman do it because they think it'll get them laid, but you can't woo me, mister. i'm gonna take that drink, say "thank you" and that's it.

btw, did you know that men will get pissed when you take their drinks and don't talk to them? maybe i was raised wrong, but i don't feel obligated to say more than "thank you". you gotta do more than buy a watered down margarita to get in these panties. but i digress.

Jay shouldn't buy drinks for any woman but me. the only exception is when we're out with a bunch of people and he's buying a round. he's not single and should not be giving off single-man vibes with that drink-buying bullshit, cause then that forces me to have to fuck his AND her shit up. you know i got psycho-girlfriend tendencies.

shit, i just wanted to go out and catch up with some friends and he's being a big baby about a goddamn drink when i hadn't even planned on drinking. hell, i was gonna sit, look pretty and watch some boys make out.

but i ended up getting my pannies ripped off and the bejeezus fucked outta me. i think that was a pretty good trade-off.

shut up. i didn't get any for 4 days. i deserve some good angry sex.

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