On my way to work this morning, I was thinking about the conversation my “girlfriend� and I had last night as it was steering towards her moving in. We actually never got too deep into it, but she’s been wanting to sleep over more often and has managed to find an excuse to do so�whether it was because she was too tired/sleepy to drive back home or the obvious “quality time� excuse. She was subliminally moving herself in as I noticed articles of clothing being left behind by “accidentally�. This was not good.
But what could I do about that? After all, she proclaimed it was an accident (every fuckin time) and she would jokingly�jokingly, being the operative word here�say, “So what if I leave a sweater there? Am I ruining your game with some slut you’re banging with on the side?� I’d be forced to laugh it off even though it was fuckin true�the 18 year old was innocently slipping into my apartment with not a damn thing I could do about it.
I’m waiting for her to fuck with my bathroom, and that’s when I’m going to give her “the talk� or if she tries to buy me some kinda girly-man painting for one of my rooms that she thinks “will look cute in�. As for her clothes, I guess it’ll just amp up my game if any slut comes by because they will surely know that I am not looking for a serious relationship�shit, I’ve already got one too many of those. Plus, I rail most of the broads outside of my vicinity anyway to prevent any drama from the 18 year old.
Tonight, when I arrive home from work, I’m going to need to rub one out prior to her coming over so I can prepare myself to be in a relaxed, loving mind state. I’ve noticed that since I’ve come up with this conclusion that my “girlfriend� is sneaking her way in with the ball in chain, I’ve got to rely on bitches like Lani on PinkandPerfect.com to help me feel like everything is going to be alright�or at least prepare me for the “quality time� sessions. Women: can’t live with’em, can’t live without’em.
