#she’s a sexy classy lady and you can’t tell me otherwise

[missinashkin]

I built iiiiiiiiiit (now trying to convince my husband that since Venators are typically deployed in trips I should get two more 🫣👀)

Also peep my convo w my dad after I texted him this video

(He’s been a sw fan since 1980 he knows it’s not Star Trek he just likes making jokes lol)

[dawndawn]

Connections pt 3

*** 8 months later*****

She fixed her mask on her face, making sure it covered her nose as she walked. She was on Frederick Street... with two big bags in her hand. The bags contained smaller bags which contained her purchases for the morning. It was Saturday, and town was busy. She crossed the road, ignoring a man who shouted, “Sexy Thicky” from in his car. She was wearing a tight stretchy jeans, and a black top with a black sandals. Simple. She had a long wavy wig, and her face was lightly made up, just some foundation, a dash of eyeshadow and under her mask, clear lipgloss. She knew she looked good, and she certainly felt good. 

Her phone started ringing in her purse. She shifted her bags to her other arm and dug her right arm into her bag, feeling around until she got it. Not recognizing the number, she answered quickly, thinking it might be work related. 

“Hello, good day” she said in a classy voice. 

“So formal misslady. 

She knew who it was.. but before she could reply, he said , “I watching you right now where you headed?” 

Huh, she was confused. What did he mean he was watching her? Where was he? 

I infront Rituals, By Aboutique mall. 

She turned around and saw his car. 

She hung up, crossed and went into the car. 

Hello, Renaldo said, smiling at her. 

So charming, such a dog... she reminded herself. They hadn’t spoken much in the a past months, they checked in but there was a force between them, an invisible barrier. 

He took the bags and put them in the backseat. 

“Where you headed?” 

“Home” 

You rel shop. 

“Yup. She said, Got some stuff for baby boy and a lil tings for me too. 

How your son son going? 

He’s good.. rel big and active. 

How you going otherwise? You good these days?” 

She paused before she answered, thinking. 

How was she going? She was working, she was hustling, she was making some money. Her son was good. Things were on the up and up for her. She was lonely though. The last man she’d slept with was her son’s father and that was almost a year ago. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch since. 

He glanced across at her as she replied, his eyes tracing from her cleavage, to her thick thighs, to the sweet spot between. Her jeggings was hella tight and her fat punky was printing through . She pulled her top down self consciously. 

I’m good. I’m being very good these days. She said as their eyes met. 

You and yuh childfather still done? He asked. He tried to sound casual, but she could tell the question was one he really wanted to know the answer to. He knew hew well enough to know that if the answer was no, then he didn’t have a chance. 

“Yup. he even has a new woman already.”

“Really...”

“Yup. He was cheating since I was pregnant I feel.” 

“Damn.”

“Such is life,” she said with a smile, as if it didn’t sting. But what numbed the sting was the knowledge that there were other things, other things that caused her to walk away from that relationship that she was so invested in. From a man she had loved. She would have still been with him, if it wasn’t for other things. But she didn't go into those things often. and she certainly would not with him. 

“Well,” he said smiling ad he swung onto the highway,” a sexy lady like you could get another man tomorrow if she wanted.”

“I don’t want another man tomorrow. I just chilling.” She looked away. 

He placed his left hand on her right thigh and the warmth from his hand made a thrill go through her. Damn, she really hadn’t been touched in a long time. She bit her lips. He was watching her reactions closely. And his face was serious as he asked, “ Who home by you?” 

“My whole family, can you stop?” she pushed his hand away and he grabbed her fat *** his fingers pressing against her clit.  She felt herself get moist and she got angry. “See this is what I can’t take with you, too fucking pushy” 

You not fucking me today okay Renaldo! she said, screwing up her face at him, “ if thats a problem then just drop me off somewhere, I’ll travel home.” 

He smiled, “Today?” 

Fuck, fuck fuck, did she really say that? She turned away from him, embarassed. 

He drove in silence, and she sat quietly, feeling a mix of emotions. She had healed enough right? She didn’t want to rush into a physical relationship too soon after coming out of a serious relationship. She wasn’t healed from her ex nigga yet. That nigga almost destroyed her. She was afraid of letting another man close, even if it was just physically. But she and Renaldo had history. And he had never hit her, or did anything fucked up to her. He was an asshole, but he was an honest asshole. With him, she knew what it was, and what it wasn’t. 

“We could go somewhere...” His bold statement interrupted her thoughts.” 

She breathed hard and looked at him with exasperation. 

“You don’t stop?” 

“When last you had sex?” 

“Almost a year ago.”She didn’t think he would believe her, but he seemed to . 

Serious... 

“Yess.” she wanted to change the subject from her pathetic sex life. “Anyway...I have to go home now okay. I can’t jump up and go anywhere I have my baby to study.” 

“Well...” he put his hand gently on her thigh again... “here what, you let me know when good for you and we could go get some food, some drinks and lime by me how that sound?” 

He turned into her community, she has made it safe, she was almost there. 

“Yea I would let you know when.” 

“No games eh.”

She rolled her eyes. But when he pulled into the driveway infront her house, he didnt want her to leave. 

“Give me a hug.” 

“No” She reached for the bags in the backseat and he grabbed her, pressing his body into hers, her breasts crushed against his chest, their faces inches apart. Her whole body was tingling and her face was hot. She pulled away, almost tripping as she got out the car with her hand full. 

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[sartle-blog]

Final Destination: Gruesome Deaths of Famous Artists

[xoxo-single-girl]

Let it Burn

So. I just re-read my fireman Sam post, and it made me cringe a little.

Not because it wasn’t brilliantly and hilariously written (because, obv, that is a given) but because I don’t think I realised at the time how much I was putting myself down.

He was my peak?? I don’t think so. That post came a couple of months down the line from me being dumped by someone I really, really liked… me and my self esteem were not in a good place. And yes, the hot fireman gave me a boost because at the time, in my mind, he was a 9 and I was probably more like a 6.

But a few months later, I realise what complete and utter bullshit that is! I’m a ten, god damn it, and I’m not being arrogant here; We are ALL tens. And the way I was going on, it was like I should be grateful to the guy for taking pity on me for a night. I’ll say it again - absolute bullshit.

Anyway, now that I’ve given myself a slap, I do have an update on this story and I tell you, it’s got a great ending (GET EXCITED)

So, the fireman never called after that night, and I wasn’t really surprised, but I’ll admit there was a part of me that was sad. Another one bites the dust, no point in dwelling, so I carried on my merry way like usual. In the meantime, my sister, who I live with, is dating Mr Fireman’s housemate. UH OH. This meant I didn’t have the 100% avoidance I usually practice after a failed date / encounter / relationship. Every now and then my curiosity would get the better of me, and I’d ask my sister if she’d bumped into him while she was there visiting his housemate - was he with anyone else??!!

Of course it seemed she bumped into a couple of lady friends in the mornings heading for the toilet (classy) and although I was slightly envious (what did they have that I didn’t? Were they prettier, skinnier than me?) I was also relieved that I wasn’t being strung along.

Fast forward a month or so and the guy my sister was dating is leaving to move to another city. Cue a leaving drinks celebration that my sister was going to. She wanted me to come along with her for morale support, and, good sister that I am, I went along, knowing full well that it was highly likely fireman would be there. And, of course he was. With his latest squeeze, who I instantly compared myself too (yep, she’s skinnier, prettier etc etc)

That night was the WORST. I was already having one of those days where you’re just wallowing in self pity about being single (I know I’m not the only one that has those days) and then seeing him there with this woman who in my eyes was so much better than me, just made it a recipe for disaster. I said an awkward hello and then just spent the rest of the night wondering whether he was laughing at me with his new lady (“can you believe I actually spent the night with her!? She’s nothing compared to you, baby”) I ended up leaving early, on my own, and going home to sit on the couch with my cat and packet of crisps; standard end to a night for me these days.

But the story doesn’t end there, oh no. I promised a happy ending didn’t I??

Forward on another few weeks, it’s my sisters birthday. So she’s throwing a little house warming / pre drink party for some friends, and then we’re going out. I was super excited, I hadn’t been out in a while, and it had been a long week. Now, we’re a couple of hours into the party when my sister says “bob (not his real name) might be coming over to the party, and he’s bringing fireman with him”. ‘Bob’ is my sisters ex who was supposed to be miles away. Back for the weekend… GREAT I said through gritted teeth. Just what I want, fireman in my house (he is only welcome when there’s a fire. Otherwise, he can bugger off)

So what happens? Yep, they turn up. But I ROCKED IT. I was looking good, my confidence was high, and I was in MY house, with MY friends. This was my stomping ground, and he was the outsider - the opposite of the last time I saw him. Now, I had been building him up to my friends who hadn’t met him “he’s so fit. Like literally. FAF” and on and on. He walks through the door and my friends were like “really? This guy??” They didn’t get it at all. Funny how we perceive people differently isn’t it?

Anyway, he made an excuse to stay behind and get in the last taxi to the club with me. Then he hung around me for a lot of the night, without actually talking to me; like that feeling you get when you think you’ve forgotten something and you can't shake it off. I tried to include him in the group, because I’m good like that, but he was more interested in his phone, so fuck it. I was having a great time with my friends and couldn’t really give a crap.

At one point in the night, we were all dancing, and it was hot so I was holding my hair up (it’s pretty long), and he put his arm around my waist, pulled me into him and whispered in my ear “you look really sexy with your hair like that” Then, he gave me the look. You know the I WANT TO KISS YOU look.

What did I do????? What do you think I did??! What would you do??!

I said thanks, looked away, pulled myself out of his arms and carried on dancing with my friends.

#PIED

He went on to try and pull a few other people that night, I’m not silly, he was just looking for some company for the night, I could have been anyone, but I tell you, it felt SO GOOD.

And the best bit was, no part of me even wanted to go there; I wasn’t tempted at all. And I think that says a lot. Before, I might have kissed him, and repeated the mistake just because it would have been nice to have a bit of company for a change too. Another boost for my self esteem. But turning it down was a bigger boost, and I don’t need him or anyone to feel good about myself.

I found out a couple of days later that he’d said to his mate before they came out that night that his aim was to pull me. HA HA HA. #sorrynotsorry.

Xoxo Single girl