I got ready for a date actually...I was excited actually....This guy has always been very nice, he is a gentleman actually.... This man stood me up. I met him sometime further back in the past year and he was so polite that I made fun of him because he was winning about me ignoring his phone calls. He waited for a while and reached out to me again and I have to be honest...I thought it was sweet and started warming up to the pure kind side of his masculinity. It was fresh and cute so I agreed to go to his house for a night or two and he said he would pick me up after he left a chicken fight. (Yes a chicken fight)
Well he told me that I could wash some clothes and bring my little hound dog (Rain Drop) to his house so I packed up everything and got myself and Rain ready while he was watching the...chicken fight. He stood me up that time to. I didn't hear from him for like a week or something after the first time I wasted my makeup and cursed myself for being swayed in to thinking nice weaker men are at all attractive to me. I felt like I had betrayed the slut of my soul just so I could be stood up.
