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In light of recent events, discoveries, and realizations, I had to make this special post.  I have zero tolerance for homie hoppers!  Let's start with a definition. A homie hopper is a male (or female) who sleeps with more than one person in your crew or clique.  (A clique is defined as the people of the same sex that you hang out with on a regular basis.) Now that we are on the same page, let's talk about how despicable this act is.  I hang out with the same people on a weekly basis.  We all have our own friends and friends of friends, but we still get together on a regular to have some drinks and cause trouble out here in the world.  It's common knowledge who these people are and how close we are affiliated.  If you're sleeping with me, you can't be trying to sleep with one of the clique too!  And if you've slept with one of the crew members, the rest of the crew is off limits. Pause:  There are extenuating circumstances, well cir...

You ever date a guy and realize that he has a vagina? This is a story about #75 and how he lost to #76. I like two things out here in the world: poetry and poets.  The poetry circle in this city is VERY small.  Two or three different poetry events and you pretty much have run into everyone worth seeing in the city.  I actually met #75 on the Book (Facebook) after some poetry event in the city.  He seemed nice enough, but niceness really wasn't what I was interested in at the time.  He was an erotic poet.  Jackpot right?  I was looking for something a little freaky and thought that he was living through his poetry.  Pause:  For anyone else who dates poets, it's is important to find from where the motivation for their poetry comes.  Mine for instance comes mostly from real life situations, but i try to put a vague spin to give a double meaning.   #75's motivation comes from his damn imag...

In the true essence of Cuffin Season, one is supposed to find one person, ONE, with whom they intend on spending the season.  That was my intention as well......until I realized that I'm not about that life, plus I have a blog to write. So instead, I have assembled a team (basketball season is upon us after all).  I would like to introduce The Starting Five.  Pause:  These gentlemen are introduced in no particular order.  Just like on a basketball team, they all play a certain position with individual roles and responsibilities.  It may sound cocky--in a sense, it is.  It's meant to sound slightly conceited, and to make sure that everyone on the team is on their A-game.  I have no problem making a trade.  I'm not ugly; why not exercise my options?  Every single and dating person exercises their options; if they don't, they're not truly single.  #84.  Newly drafted, putting up good numbers and making his presence known o...

(The title of this one should be how I failed at being a cougar). This is a story about #16. I worked at Meijer for about 7 years.  I was a service coordinator which basically meant that I got to stand in the front of the store and look cute.  Perfect job for me.  In a way, I was the boss.  #16 started out as a "bagger," a teenager outside pushing carts.  I was well into my 20's--mid to late 20's.  I quit that job and some time passed.  I went into the store and there, behind the meat counter, was #16, still looking adorable and boyish.  Let me do the math really quick in my head.  He had to be about 18 or 19 now.  We flirted--we always had.  I asked him for his digits, I may have even actually said digits.  Cougar move "A" was successful.  We started going out--breakfast here and there.  We would chill at my place or do something mundane.  I laid out some charm (I can be charming if I try).  He was ...