Piece on the Side..
Gather around everyone, I would like to tell you a story.
Times, they are a changing! I remember many years ago when what we refer to as a side chick used to be called a home wrecker. These tramps used to walk around on the down low, never telling anyone what they did when no one was watching. To be caught with a home wrecker was devastating to your relationship. If it didn't end it, then it scarred it for the rest of its duration.
Today, side chick is a common term. Men refer to side chicks like it's a necessity in a relationship, and women wear the brand with pride. "Yeah, that's my boo! He's got a girl, but I'm his side piece. He loves me too." 0_o
You may be appalled right now, but don't scoff.
The truth in the matter is that women rule the world, and ultimately the direction that a relationship takes (I use the term relationship lightly).
I used to be a side chick, skipping and happily accepting the terms and conditions of the agreement. I followed all the rules, and did exactly as I was told. No phone calls after a certain time and certain days were off limits. I enjoyed the position for the most part; it has it perks. I'm not the type to call all the time or try to be up under anyone so it was exactly what I needed, especially at the time.
Pick your mouths up off the floor. Let me explain.
When I broke up with #29 after 7 years, the last thing that I wanted was another relationship. It was the first time in my life that I was not only single by choice, but also happy to be there. I had been in and out of relationships since I was a teenager. I wanted to sow my oats out there in the world, flirt without consequence, and focus on me for a change.
I attracted men who had permanent women in their lives for a some reason. I didn't argue though it felt good to be uncommitted.
Pause: As much as I like sex and sexual variety, having sex with multiple people is scary today. You have to be careful. I would choose these dudes one or two at a time so that I knew who to approach if I started itching, burning, or oozing.
A side chick usually exists because the main bitch isn't taking care of on or more of her man's needs. I had all types of roles. The most common was sex, but I have also been the ear to beat up because the main chick ain't listening. I have been the place to come and chill because home was too volatile. I have been the home-cooked meal because wifey didn't cook at all (this was always hilarious to me because I'm not the best cook in the world so she must have been terrible). I was the person to go out and be out on the town because the boo didn't want to leave the house.
Side chicks aren't always sucking your man's dick, but I did some of that as well because the girl at home wouldn't put it in her mouth.
Pause: I was at a different place back then. I wouldn't even consider being someone's side chick now. Believe me, I have had offers. I have gotten past whatever damaged was done to me, and please be clear. I am ONLY chick material. Anything less is an insult. Unless we're just having sex, then exceptions can be made.
Let me throw some numbers around (it's how I roll):
#42-I didn't know I was the side chick at first, but it was just a sex thing.
#18-I was just the one he couldn't let go.
#58-Decorated side chick, the one between his BM and his woman.
#76-I started as a face in the crowd, very large crowd.
#77-I was the one that he didn't have the balls or the energy to take off the market.
#61-I haven't spoken of him as of yet. Out of all of the crazy, ridiculous, scandalous things that I have done THIS is the only one that I regret. THIS is the only episode that I would take back. THIS was an affair by definition. He was married (I'm not sure he still is after his wife found out about me). I make mistakes too. I will tell this story although I am very ashamed; it's real though.
Y'all know I like to keep it real.
Stay tuned...
Times, they are a changing! I remember many years ago when what we refer to as a side chick used to be called a home wrecker. These tramps used to walk around on the down low, never telling anyone what they did when no one was watching. To be caught with a home wrecker was devastating to your relationship. If it didn't end it, then it scarred it for the rest of its duration.
Today, side chick is a common term. Men refer to side chicks like it's a necessity in a relationship, and women wear the brand with pride. "Yeah, that's my boo! He's got a girl, but I'm his side piece. He loves me too." 0_o
You may be appalled right now, but don't scoff.
The truth in the matter is that women rule the world, and ultimately the direction that a relationship takes (I use the term relationship lightly).
I used to be a side chick, skipping and happily accepting the terms and conditions of the agreement. I followed all the rules, and did exactly as I was told. No phone calls after a certain time and certain days were off limits. I enjoyed the position for the most part; it has it perks. I'm not the type to call all the time or try to be up under anyone so it was exactly what I needed, especially at the time.
Pick your mouths up off the floor. Let me explain.
When I broke up with #29 after 7 years, the last thing that I wanted was another relationship. It was the first time in my life that I was not only single by choice, but also happy to be there. I had been in and out of relationships since I was a teenager. I wanted to sow my oats out there in the world, flirt without consequence, and focus on me for a change.
I attracted men who had permanent women in their lives for a some reason. I didn't argue though it felt good to be uncommitted.
Pause: As much as I like sex and sexual variety, having sex with multiple people is scary today. You have to be careful. I would choose these dudes one or two at a time so that I knew who to approach if I started itching, burning, or oozing.
A side chick usually exists because the main bitch isn't taking care of on or more of her man's needs. I had all types of roles. The most common was sex, but I have also been the ear to beat up because the main chick ain't listening. I have been the place to come and chill because home was too volatile. I have been the home-cooked meal because wifey didn't cook at all (this was always hilarious to me because I'm not the best cook in the world so she must have been terrible). I was the person to go out and be out on the town because the boo didn't want to leave the house.
Side chicks aren't always sucking your man's dick, but I did some of that as well because the girl at home wouldn't put it in her mouth.
Pause: I was at a different place back then. I wouldn't even consider being someone's side chick now. Believe me, I have had offers. I have gotten past whatever damaged was done to me, and please be clear. I am ONLY chick material. Anything less is an insult. Unless we're just having sex, then exceptions can be made.
Let me throw some numbers around (it's how I roll):
#42-I didn't know I was the side chick at first, but it was just a sex thing.
#18-I was just the one he couldn't let go.
#58-Decorated side chick, the one between his BM and his woman.
#76-I started as a face in the crowd, very large crowd.
#77-I was the one that he didn't have the balls or the energy to take off the market.
#61-I haven't spoken of him as of yet. Out of all of the crazy, ridiculous, scandalous things that I have done THIS is the only one that I regret. THIS is the only episode that I would take back. THIS was an affair by definition. He was married (I'm not sure he still is after his wife found out about me). I make mistakes too. I will tell this story although I am very ashamed; it's real though.
Y'all know I like to keep it real.
Stay tuned...
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