Sorry it's been so long...so much has happened but let me pick up where I left off. I was moving back to my parent's house after my shameful next door neighbor episode. Well, I need to take a step back. While working at my big girl job I met several "fine" guys. AB was one of them. He always dressed in nice slacks and a tie. He was 6'0" and chocolate, which I'm normally not attracted to but I made an exception. He was much older than I, and when I say much older I mean like 10 years. It doesn't seem like a lot now but it was to me back then. AB symbolized a mature guy in my eyes. He spoke like he was from another planet and had me thinking about world peace. AB asked me to go out all the time. He would always ask me to pick him up which I didn't think anything of at the time because he picked up the check. He took me to fancy restaurants and exposed me to things I didn't know existed in my world. Well, AB asked me on our first outing if I was seeing anyone. Insert sigh...part of me still regrets the next thing I said. "Yes and No". I know right..what is that supposed to mean. So I explained to him that I was seeing someone but they weren't around at the time. Yep the guy I was so in love with was in jail. Anyways, AB respected my answer and we continued to go out and have a good time. When the evening was over, he would hug me and kiss me on my cheek. Boy did I want more. A lot more, but my heart was elsewhere or so I thought. So, AB asked me to take him to the airport often. Since he was from California he took frequent trips home. One night before his flight he decided to spend the night because he flight was early in the morning. We slept in the same bed and didn't touch at all. Obviously I didn't sleep at all that night. The next morning we head towards the airport.We were driving down the beltway, he was driving my car, and the tire blows. I start freaking out because this stuff just doesn't happen to me. He pulls over and we get out of the car and inspect the damage. Thankfully I had a full size spare. Since we were on the beltway, some roadside assistance had stopped to help us out. AB denied the help which I thought was a little strange. He changed the tire and we continued on out quest to the airport. After a few moments of silence, I asked him why he didn't want the roadside assistance help. AB stated, "Because I have drugs in the car." Excuse me? What did you say? I mean, how dare he put me at risk like that? "AB, what are you thinking?" He responds with how he is about to make a drop in California. Shake my head...At this point, I'm so done. All the feelings that I had for him just went out of the window. Note to self, don't be so gullible. Does that help? No. He gets to the airport and on my way home I wash him away with tears. Don't judge me, I'm emotional. He called several times after that but all he got was my answering machine. Wonder where he is today.....
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Thursday, August 15, 2013
The White Guy
(Shake My Head). I honestly don't know what I was thinking. So after living with Amy, I finally decided to venture out on my own. I found a cute little one bedroom apartment for $600. Oh the good ol' days! So I had this neighbor, yes a next door neighbor and he was about 5 feet tall and semi- bald. We made small talk as a headed to work in the morning or when I came back from school in the evenings. He was cordial and invited me over for a martini. Well, I never had a martini before and I was very young and naive back then. So I walked the whole 5 steps from my front door to his. Let me just say that the martini was very strong.....I'm going to spare you the rest of the details. The next day, I walked the shameful, regretful 5 steps back to my front door. I immediately went to my bathroom and threw up. I called in sick for the rest of the day and by the end of the week I had moved out of my apartment and in with my parents. You live and learn.
Amy
Amy was my second roommate. She was into way more things than I was used to. She was all about going to the strip clubs and partying. Everytime I got in her car she would play Back Back by Lil O. Lord, she use to wear that song out. Anyways, one day, I looked for my next set of checks and I notice they were missing. All of a sudden, my account was negative almost $5000! OMG! What in the world is going on? I immediately went to Amy and she had told me what she'd done. The bank cleared out my account and I was in the clear. Trifling. Soon after that, my guy (Q) came to me with a heavy burden. He told me that he had did something in his past and he was going to have to turn himself in. I was so scared because I was so in love with him. He told me that he would be gone for about 30 days and that he wanted to marry me. The very next day he turned himself in. I didn't know what I was going to do with myself. We sent letters to each other every other day. I moved out from Amy because she was bad business. She ended up stealing my checks again and I called the police on her. I wonder how that ended.......
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Quinton
Sorry for the wait. Let me continue on this journey. So I moved in with my sister after the fight with Cat. It was cool for a while until Quinton started spending too much time at the apartment. We were a "sort of" item now. I was happy to have him in my life and I was thirsty for the attention. I came home and the tv was mssing out of the living room. I immediately called my sister and told her what happened. We called the police and they took the report. My sister then broadcasted to the family that Quinton had stolen from her. Seriously? Don't be jealous that I got a man and you don't! I defended Quinton for as long as I could until....one day...... I called Quinton and the number was disconnected. What? Um, ok let me try again. Called again and again and again. Same response. How does that happen? How do you talk to someone daily and then they just disappear at the drop of a hat. We no longer worked together because we were an item now so he told me that he was going to take another job at Crisco. So me and my investigative detectiveness (yep I made up that word) called Crisco. I got all the way to HR and asked if Quinton worked there. The woman told me that she was unable to give me that information. My heart was broken. Months went by with no word from Quinton. What are my options? I guess I just have to let it go. It sucked becauses I had slept with Quinton and now he's gone. No call no show. I continued on with my life as normal. Work and school until one day. I had a work friend Amy and we were walking down to our cars after our shift. There was a note on my car. There was a guy at the job that was scoping me out so I thought it was him. The note said, "Hey Ms. Katy call me at 713-***-****". So I called the number. I said, "someone at this number left a note on my car." And wouldn't you know, it was Quinton. Back from the dead. Oh my Gosh! Since Cat and I didn't work out I moved in with Amy. It was a small apartment in the ghetto but hey, I was living my life. Quinton came over damn near every day and Amy liked him so in my book, that was a good sign. Amy was into stolen checks. Well. I was strapped for cash one day and I asked Amy for advice. Well you know what she said. And you I did it. Don't judge me. A few more months went by I realized that I hadn't had a period. I didn't know what to do. Amy went with me to get a pregnancy test. I peed on the stick and there was two lines! I must have stared at that stick for hours.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
CAT
Cat was very good at what she did. She fit right in with my family, which is very hard to do. She would come with me to my weekly visits to my grandparents house, talk to my parents on the phone. If you didn't know any better, you would think she was my sister. Until one day......
Cat and I had been at each others throats for weeks. The petty nick picking about the littlest things became a daily routine. Even though we had an apartment together, we drifted quickly apart. Mind you, I've never lived with anyone before so I'm still new to this whole roommate thing.
Well, it finally got to the point that we were not going to renew our lease. I came home from school one day and there was a voice mail (yes we actually had a house phone back then). The voice mail stated that they were calling to verify the cancellation of phone services...Ummm, what? Cancellation of services....did she just cancel the phone on me? Oh My God! Well I can do one better. The electricity was in my name so I called and set up a cancellation date for the lights. AND, I'm leaving the phone off the hook so she can't use it. Ok, so I pretend to have big britches but I'm still a scaredy cat. I called Quinton to come over before I took the phone off the hook. He said he'd be right over. You know, sometimes the hints are right in front of you and you still chose to ignore them. Quinton didn't make it to the apartment until the middle of the night. I called him when I got out of school at 3pm. You do the math. Signs, read the signs. Anyways, Cat came home as I was talking to my grandparents about how evil she had become. Cat jumped in on the other phone and began to tell her side of the story. WHO DOES THAT? Not only that but I came to find out later that Cat also called my parents and the sad part is that my mother took her side.
So, after I hung up the phone with my grandparents, I raced out of my room where Cat was standing. I walked into the kitchen and asked her what the hell was going on. I don't remember exactly what she said because I blacked out. All I remember hearing was her screaming, "You're the DEVIL!" I snapped. I lunged at her and started pulling and twisting anything I could grab. My heart was racing out of control. There was no one there to stop us or pull us off each other. But somehow the fight ended. I walked to my room, and immediately placed my hamper in front of my door thinking that would stop her from entering my room while I was sleep. I called Quinton again but of course he didn't answer. I was so pissed but more so hurt that this girl I let come into my world, meet my family, and lived with betrayed me the way she did. AND she called me the devil. How dare she. I moved out the next day. I didn't care that the lease wasn't up. I needed to be away from this evil roommate. And now you know about my one and only physical fight.
Cat and I had been at each others throats for weeks. The petty nick picking about the littlest things became a daily routine. Even though we had an apartment together, we drifted quickly apart. Mind you, I've never lived with anyone before so I'm still new to this whole roommate thing.
Well, it finally got to the point that we were not going to renew our lease. I came home from school one day and there was a voice mail (yes we actually had a house phone back then). The voice mail stated that they were calling to verify the cancellation of phone services...Ummm, what? Cancellation of services....did she just cancel the phone on me? Oh My God! Well I can do one better. The electricity was in my name so I called and set up a cancellation date for the lights. AND, I'm leaving the phone off the hook so she can't use it. Ok, so I pretend to have big britches but I'm still a scaredy cat. I called Quinton to come over before I took the phone off the hook. He said he'd be right over. You know, sometimes the hints are right in front of you and you still chose to ignore them. Quinton didn't make it to the apartment until the middle of the night. I called him when I got out of school at 3pm. You do the math. Signs, read the signs. Anyways, Cat came home as I was talking to my grandparents about how evil she had become. Cat jumped in on the other phone and began to tell her side of the story. WHO DOES THAT? Not only that but I came to find out later that Cat also called my parents and the sad part is that my mother took her side.
So, after I hung up the phone with my grandparents, I raced out of my room where Cat was standing. I walked into the kitchen and asked her what the hell was going on. I don't remember exactly what she said because I blacked out. All I remember hearing was her screaming, "You're the DEVIL!" I snapped. I lunged at her and started pulling and twisting anything I could grab. My heart was racing out of control. There was no one there to stop us or pull us off each other. But somehow the fight ended. I walked to my room, and immediately placed my hamper in front of my door thinking that would stop her from entering my room while I was sleep. I called Quinton again but of course he didn't answer. I was so pissed but more so hurt that this girl I let come into my world, meet my family, and lived with betrayed me the way she did. AND she called me the devil. How dare she. I moved out the next day. I didn't care that the lease wasn't up. I needed to be away from this evil roommate. And now you know about my one and only physical fight.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Jackson
So Jackson and I continued to talk every now and then after the Love Jones. Yes, that's what I'm calling it. Every time I see that movie I'm instantly taken back to that place and time on the couch....Anyways, Jackson continued to page me all the time. I was starting to get tired of the "I really like you but if we go out 'the cheerleader' might see us and I just don't want to deal with that" excuses. It frustrated me that Jackson took my virginity/(slash I gave it up) and now he doesn't want to be seen in public with me. I would go and tell Rick all about him. How much I liked Jackson and how badly he treated me. I'm sure Rick got tired of hearing me talk about Jackson all the time.
Well on this one particular day, Jackson called me from work. He asked me to come up there and buy an open item for him. An open item was merchandise that was resealed at the store. Like someone bought a dvd player, opened it, and then returned it to the store. The store would reseal the box and the dvd player was now an "open item". Anyways, employees were not allowed to buy open items. Since this wasn't the first time Jackson had asked me to do this I didn't think anything of it. He would give me the money and I would purchase these random :open items". The prices ranged from $50-$100. So I drove up to his job. I hadn't seen him in a while and was just happy to be seen at his job with him. Hey, I took advantage of every opportunity. So I walk into the store and I wait in line with this "open item." It's a speaker box, you know, one of the floor speakers that came to about your waist. I buy the item and Jackson walks me out to the car. Something didn't seem right. I asked Jackson why he asked me and not the cheerleader to come and buy this open item for him. He gave me the run around that they weren't together anymore and that he had feelings for me. (Insert eye rolling) As we approached the car, the box jingled a little.Wait a minute, this is a speaker box....was there not a speaker in it? I asked Jackson what was in the box. He looked as if he was shocked that I even asked the question. He said, "A whole bunch of stuff." He opened part of the box and I looked inside.
"So you're stealing...you're a thief?! And now I'm a thief for helping you."
I can't believe how stupid I was for ever thinking there was something between Jackson and I. I can't believe he stole all that stuff inside of a speaker box. There were phones, cd's, computers, etc. You name it, it was probably in the box. And again, this wasn't my first time doing this for him. The speaker may have said $98 on the price tag but there was well over $500 worth of stuff inside that box. I am so naive. I drove off and just like that, Jackson and I were over. I've never heard from him again.
Well on this one particular day, Jackson called me from work. He asked me to come up there and buy an open item for him. An open item was merchandise that was resealed at the store. Like someone bought a dvd player, opened it, and then returned it to the store. The store would reseal the box and the dvd player was now an "open item". Anyways, employees were not allowed to buy open items. Since this wasn't the first time Jackson had asked me to do this I didn't think anything of it. He would give me the money and I would purchase these random :open items". The prices ranged from $50-$100. So I drove up to his job. I hadn't seen him in a while and was just happy to be seen at his job with him. Hey, I took advantage of every opportunity. So I walk into the store and I wait in line with this "open item." It's a speaker box, you know, one of the floor speakers that came to about your waist. I buy the item and Jackson walks me out to the car. Something didn't seem right. I asked Jackson why he asked me and not the cheerleader to come and buy this open item for him. He gave me the run around that they weren't together anymore and that he had feelings for me. (Insert eye rolling) As we approached the car, the box jingled a little.Wait a minute, this is a speaker box....was there not a speaker in it? I asked Jackson what was in the box. He looked as if he was shocked that I even asked the question. He said, "A whole bunch of stuff." He opened part of the box and I looked inside.
"So you're stealing...you're a thief?! And now I'm a thief for helping you."
I can't believe how stupid I was for ever thinking there was something between Jackson and I. I can't believe he stole all that stuff inside of a speaker box. There were phones, cd's, computers, etc. You name it, it was probably in the box. And again, this wasn't my first time doing this for him. The speaker may have said $98 on the price tag but there was well over $500 worth of stuff inside that box. I am so naive. I drove off and just like that, Jackson and I were over. I've never heard from him again.
The Roomate
So I've mentioned Cat was my roommate during this time in my life. But I need for you to fully grasp the craziness of this chic. So here it goes.
Cat was from Fort Worth, TX where over half of the university was from. We had similar features and started off complimenting each other pretty well. When I first met Cat, I walked into the classroom and she had on the same outfit I did. We were inseparable after that. Cat's lease was up at the end of the year and we decided to get an apartment together that was less than 5 minutes from campus. I'd never lived with anyone but family so this was a totally new experience for me. Our apartment was on the 3rd floor and it was 1,200 square feet. We paid like $600 a month for rent....ahhh the good ol' days. Anyways, Cat and I signed a six month lease. When we first moved in together I was still in love with Jackson.
Ok so here's the skinny on Jackson. He played on the basketball team in high school. He "dated" this chic that was a year under us that was a cheerleader. Well, they started having problems and Jackson and I started talking. It was pretty innocent at first until he started paging me everyday before I got home from school. We liked each other but the cheerleader was a beast and apparently wasn't over Jackson. She would call my phone and say, "Do you know that Jackson just came over to my house? He just pushed me down the stairs...is that the kind of guy you want to be with?" Puuuhhhllease. The cheerleader was full of drama and I was trying to stay as far away from her as I could....but I really liked Jackson. This was my first but definitely not last experience as the side chic.
Back to my story... so when Cat and I got this apartment, I invited Jackson over. I was so excited. Cat said that she wouldn't come out of her room the entire night. She even cooked dinner for us. Jackson came over and we ate and watch Love Jones. We started fooling around and things got hot and heavy. I felt so clueless but it felt good so why not. We moved to my bedroom and one thing led to another. Jackson pulled down his pants and oh my God. Is that what it looks like? I've never seen one of those before! He tries to put it in.....words could not describe the pain. How can something so big go into something so small? Jackson tried again.....agony I'm in pure agony! He kept going another two or three times. I was blinking back the tears. Thank God it was pitch dark in my room. And what was he wiping? He had taken off his t shirt and after pulling out he wiped something on his shirt. Is it over? I guess so. Jackson pulled up his pants and I put my clothes back on and walked him to the door. He said he'd call me later. I said ok and watched him walk down the stairs. I immediately had to pee so bad. OHHHH MYYY GOD everything burns. It burns so bad my legs are shaking. Am I going to die? I wiped and there was blood...is that normal? Too many questions and no answers. I crawled into bed with Cat. She looked and me and immediately knew what had just happened. I told her it burned and she said, "You're not a virgin anymore."
Cat was from Fort Worth, TX where over half of the university was from. We had similar features and started off complimenting each other pretty well. When I first met Cat, I walked into the classroom and she had on the same outfit I did. We were inseparable after that. Cat's lease was up at the end of the year and we decided to get an apartment together that was less than 5 minutes from campus. I'd never lived with anyone but family so this was a totally new experience for me. Our apartment was on the 3rd floor and it was 1,200 square feet. We paid like $600 a month for rent....ahhh the good ol' days. Anyways, Cat and I signed a six month lease. When we first moved in together I was still in love with Jackson.
Ok so here's the skinny on Jackson. He played on the basketball team in high school. He "dated" this chic that was a year under us that was a cheerleader. Well, they started having problems and Jackson and I started talking. It was pretty innocent at first until he started paging me everyday before I got home from school. We liked each other but the cheerleader was a beast and apparently wasn't over Jackson. She would call my phone and say, "Do you know that Jackson just came over to my house? He just pushed me down the stairs...is that the kind of guy you want to be with?" Puuuhhhllease. The cheerleader was full of drama and I was trying to stay as far away from her as I could....but I really liked Jackson. This was my first but definitely not last experience as the side chic.
Back to my story... so when Cat and I got this apartment, I invited Jackson over. I was so excited. Cat said that she wouldn't come out of her room the entire night. She even cooked dinner for us. Jackson came over and we ate and watch Love Jones. We started fooling around and things got hot and heavy. I felt so clueless but it felt good so why not. We moved to my bedroom and one thing led to another. Jackson pulled down his pants and oh my God. Is that what it looks like? I've never seen one of those before! He tries to put it in.....words could not describe the pain. How can something so big go into something so small? Jackson tried again.....agony I'm in pure agony! He kept going another two or three times. I was blinking back the tears. Thank God it was pitch dark in my room. And what was he wiping? He had taken off his t shirt and after pulling out he wiped something on his shirt. Is it over? I guess so. Jackson pulled up his pants and I put my clothes back on and walked him to the door. He said he'd call me later. I said ok and watched him walk down the stairs. I immediately had to pee so bad. OHHHH MYYY GOD everything burns. It burns so bad my legs are shaking. Am I going to die? I wiped and there was blood...is that normal? Too many questions and no answers. I crawled into bed with Cat. She looked and me and immediately knew what had just happened. I told her it burned and she said, "You're not a virgin anymore."
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