Beaver Boy

And lets not forget beaver boy… so named by Peppermist because every time we looked at his pictures we went “….DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN.” That boys’ 6 pack carried a halfrack of its own!

Anyway – totally hot. In Vegas, but has family here, visiting soon. So we talk, he prefers the phone, we chat on skype, and all he wants to know is what I think when I see his picture. Ok – Daaaaaaamn. No he wants specifics. I laugh. He tells me he knows girls like me never expect to get guys like him, and though I’m a little “thicker” than he usually goes for, that don’t mean i’m not cute.

He does point out more than once though, that HE didn’t message me first, his “niggas” were on his account and did.

Now we’ve already mentioned how I hate the ‘nigga’ this and ‘nigga’ that they say over and over again. The night after the ‘date’ with number two, we were supposed to have another chat, about which I was told to “try not to laugh so much – I know it’s just because your nervous and shy, but it’s annoying” and over over that ‘actions mean more than words” and he was a “serious man” who knows I just wanna know “what a ‘nigga’ be workin with”.

Well, having had my fill of such talk the night before, I tell Beaver Boy that I’m unavailable to chat. He messages me the next day with this:

“Funny how you was online all night, hm?”

Now, my PHONE has the app for the site we’re on, and it checks in for messages and it can seem like i’m online. I did not tell him I wouldn’t BE online – just that I was unavailable to chat. Which I was. So I call him out on his vaguely stalker like ways, and tell him that I don’t appreciate being called a liar – and he’s all “Actions speak louder than words.”

Well then listen good mofo – KABLOCK.

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