THE MASK IS OFF
I'm back to my old routine from the extended weekend.
I attended several social gatherings (house warming party, bar-b-que's, clubs, etc...) which meant I had to keep my public mask on for an extended period. You have to be nice and smile and pretend like you really care and have an interest in what the person in front of you is saying. You exchange pleasantries and find light and humorous ways to sugar coat what you're really thinking and feeling. You laugh when others are laughing at someone's tacky stories and you refrain from sharing stories about that really good shit you had last week, or refrain from snatching off the fake ponytail the woman in front of you is wearing....
When Sunday arrived, my public mask got stretched out from holding in all of my true, pent up thoughts/feelings. I had to hang it up, let it air out. I attended the rest of my scheduled outings and decided to leave the mask at home.
A woman who has long been jealous of my accomplishments walked up to me at a party and asked me. "Are you married, YET?" Emphasis on yet. She rubs my back as if she feels sorry for me. While saying this she made a hand gesture to show off her engagement ring. I replied, "No, I'm not as desperate as some women are, willing to take on a second job to support a man just to say they have one." OOPS! Did I say that out loud?! She wasn't very happy about that and had to leave the party early for her night job as a security guard.
I've been avoiding all calls from Jamaican Chocolate Stalker. He calls me to leave one of his long psycho messages and I decided to pick up the phone. "I've saved all your messages. If you call me again I'll call the police and play it for them. If you want a one-way ticket back home, dial this number again." He told me to have a nice life and hung up the phone.
At the reggae spot, I'm walking to the bar and this gold toothed, foul breathed prick grabs me by the waist, hugs me and slides his hands down my back to my ass. He says, "You a nice thick stallion." I grabbed his dick and squeezed it. Shocked and embarrassed, he tried to stumble away and my hand took on a mind of its own, finding his bony ass through his oversized jeans and gave it a nice hard, pinch.
I'm at a dinner party at a "friends" house, talking with a stable prospect. He's listing off his credentials, selling himself. When I try to talk about myself he finds a way to bring it back to him, cutting me off to continue talking about himself. He's so pompous. His chest puffs up like a rooster the longer he talks. He asks me, "Do you believe in casual relationships?" I respond. "Well, I'm on my fifth hand so what do you think that means?" It takes him a second or two to catch on and then his chest deflates.
Now it's Tuesday and my mask is tightly on, ensuring I remain sociable and considerate until I reach home where my true thoughts are confined within the walls.
I attended several social gatherings (house warming party, bar-b-que's, clubs, etc...) which meant I had to keep my public mask on for an extended period. You have to be nice and smile and pretend like you really care and have an interest in what the person in front of you is saying. You exchange pleasantries and find light and humorous ways to sugar coat what you're really thinking and feeling. You laugh when others are laughing at someone's tacky stories and you refrain from sharing stories about that really good shit you had last week, or refrain from snatching off the fake ponytail the woman in front of you is wearing....
When Sunday arrived, my public mask got stretched out from holding in all of my true, pent up thoughts/feelings. I had to hang it up, let it air out. I attended the rest of my scheduled outings and decided to leave the mask at home.
A woman who has long been jealous of my accomplishments walked up to me at a party and asked me. "Are you married, YET?" Emphasis on yet. She rubs my back as if she feels sorry for me. While saying this she made a hand gesture to show off her engagement ring. I replied, "No, I'm not as desperate as some women are, willing to take on a second job to support a man just to say they have one." OOPS! Did I say that out loud?! She wasn't very happy about that and had to leave the party early for her night job as a security guard.
I've been avoiding all calls from Jamaican Chocolate Stalker. He calls me to leave one of his long psycho messages and I decided to pick up the phone. "I've saved all your messages. If you call me again I'll call the police and play it for them. If you want a one-way ticket back home, dial this number again." He told me to have a nice life and hung up the phone.
At the reggae spot, I'm walking to the bar and this gold toothed, foul breathed prick grabs me by the waist, hugs me and slides his hands down my back to my ass. He says, "You a nice thick stallion." I grabbed his dick and squeezed it. Shocked and embarrassed, he tried to stumble away and my hand took on a mind of its own, finding his bony ass through his oversized jeans and gave it a nice hard, pinch.
I'm at a dinner party at a "friends" house, talking with a stable prospect. He's listing off his credentials, selling himself. When I try to talk about myself he finds a way to bring it back to him, cutting me off to continue talking about himself. He's so pompous. His chest puffs up like a rooster the longer he talks. He asks me, "Do you believe in casual relationships?" I respond. "Well, I'm on my fifth hand so what do you think that means?" It takes him a second or two to catch on and then his chest deflates.
Now it's Tuesday and my mask is tightly on, ensuring I remain sociable and considerate until I reach home where my true thoughts are confined within the walls.
7 Comments:
At 5:56 PM, cassy said…
Sometimes it sucks ass having to wear that mask. More than once I've soooo wanted to scratch out some bitch's eyes b/c of comments like the one she made to you.
At 6:49 AM, Phukofku Gale said…
Wow!
You are the shit! (nice first compliment, right?)
Hey, C.C. Loved your post. Love your attitude. Love your courage.
As a man I have zero respect for women who go out of their way to support trophy n!gg@as. Dudes who just sit there, sculpted and useless, while these women makes themselves peasent to please their "king" just so they can be called queen. That's sad.
However....
Women who will grab a man by his junk just to let dude know how inappropriate that $#!t is...?!?!?
Priceless.
-Chrome*
At 10:37 AM, NameLiar said…
Girl you are the shiz-nit! I'm crying laughing. Can I be like you when I grown up? lol
Your game is fierce. I can't wait to see what happens next.
At 11:02 AM, Knockout Zed said…
Everything's better with Chocolate! I been waiting for your post. There's always something interesting going on in your life.
Keep shinin',
KZ
At 1:28 PM, Disco said…
You go girl! LOL I was CRACKING up at "Well, I'm on my fifth hand..."
LOL
I just cruised over from Zed's site.... and I feel ya girl!!! LOL
At 2:33 PM, sammie said…
Hell YEAH!
Unfortunatly we all have to wear a mask from time to time. Shame on those people who think that they can say anything that they DAMN well please because of that. I unfortunatly do not "sugar coat" much. Which in turn has me with my mask in my drawer, underneath all of my clothes...and most everyone knowing how I feel.
What would posses a foul breathed foul man to even ASSUME that he can grop you? Gotta love men of THAT quality...hahahah
At 6:55 AM, mwenye kichwa said…
thanks for the advice child!! " I grabbed his dick and squeezed it. Shocked and embarrassed, he tried to stumble away and my hand took on a mind of its own, finding his bony ass through his oversized jeans and gave it a nice hard, pinch." ...am dying over here!! damn!
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