{"id":2632,"date":"2011-11-26T16:41:38","date_gmt":"2011-11-27T00:41:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/?p=2632"},"modified":"2011-11-26T16:45:25","modified_gmt":"2011-11-27T00:45:25","slug":"number-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2011\/11\/26\/number-two\/","title":{"rendered":"Number two."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/Surprise_Me_Heart.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/Surprise_Me_Heart-300x277.png\" alt=\"\" title=\"Surprise_Me!_Heart\" width=\"300\" height=\"277\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2633\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/Surprise_Me_Heart-300x277.png 300w, https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/Surprise_Me_Heart.png 366w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>I like men. ALL men. Of all shapes and sizes and colors and tastes. I like men who make me feel good, who stimulate more than just my body, who make me feel wanted. With that in mind, when our second victim contacts me, I say ok to a lunch date. <\/p>\n<p>He shows up at work, and the first thing he wants to know is, of course, &#8220;What made you like black men?&#8221; And then he promptly scoffs when I tell him I&#8217;m not about color. Now he has ZERO reason to think otherwise, and he finally drops the subject, and we talk about other things while I chow down on lunch before returning to work. <\/p>\n<p>Afterwards, he says he wants to see me again, and suggests I come on over to his place that night for dinner. Excellent. So I get changed and wash the stink of work off me, and head that way. <\/p>\n<p>He doesn&#8217;t even let me park the car &#8211; he comes out and hops in and &#8211; no lie &#8211; says &#8220;So, where ya takin me? I ain&#8217;t got no money.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;Really.<\/p>\n<p>So, since I wanted coffee anyway, I head to the coffee shop. I mean, I was listening to that warning bell, but figured coffee wouldn&#8217;t hurt. I bought him a pepsi, while he went off to the back of the store and bought himself a toothbrush and some toothpaste. Oh, and aspirin, because he has a pacemaker and just being in the car with me was making his heart beat too fast&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>When we get back to the car, he starts in&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;If you gonna spend money on something, why not get us a hotel room. Then we can spend all night together and really get to know each other. I mean, I can pay ya back if you want..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;.REALLY.<\/p>\n<p>Now we know why he wanted the toothpaste\/toothbrush. Smirk. Needless to say, THAT wasn&#8217;t gonna happen. Especially when I stopped at 7-11 because i had to pee, and motherfucker spends the last cash in his pocket on alcohol shooters, and proceeds to drink them all, and tell me that I&#8217;d be safe in the hotel because &#8220;Willy don&#8217;t work till mornin after a couple of these..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>THEN he kisses me. And shoves a piece of candy in my mouth &#8211; without letting me back away fast enough. Tells me his uncle says that&#8217;s how ya know a girl likes ya, if she&#8217;ll take the candy. I pointed out I didn&#8217;t have a choice, spit it out, and drove his ass home. While he&#8217;s telling me all about his &#8216;niggas&#8217; &#8211; which is something that drives me insane. <\/p>\n<p>I get him home, and he sits there, and tells me that I&#8217;m obviously ashamed of dating a black man because I didn&#8217;t take him to meet my family. <\/p>\n<p>O_o. <\/p>\n<p>I pointed out he didn&#8217;t take me to meet his mama either, and he points to the house &#8211; his house &#8211;  and says &#8220;Wanna meet my crazy ass mama? I live with her.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>O_o!<\/p>\n<p>And he starts preachin at me, tells me his take on Adam and Eve (&#8230;.Eve was beguiled by Satan, which means she had sex with the &#8220;snake&#8217; and that&#8217;s why cain was a murderer &#8211; because he was satan&#8217;s child&#8230;) AND calls me a liar when I say something as I&#8217;m looking up at the stars, which were outside my car window, on my left&#8230; (&#8220;You&#8217;re lying! You looked up and to the left, that means your lying because GOD is on you RIGHT SIDE..&#8221; No, motherfucker, the window is on my left side, and you&#8217;re on my right, and honey, you ain&#8217;t EVER be considered godlike by me&#8230;)<\/p>\n<p>Then, as if THAT weren&#8217;t enough? The final nail in his coffin&#8230; &#8220;I saw picture of your son on Facebook &#8211; he&#8217;s a big boy. Hope he don&#8217;t come at me, it&#8217;d be a shame to have to cut your baby.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Oh.<br \/>\nno.<br \/>\nhe.<br \/>\nDIDN&#8217;T.<\/p>\n<p>Even if in jest, NO ONE THREATENS MY KIDS. EVER. <\/p>\n<p>Kicked his ass out, and the fucker calls me NINE TIMES between 1:30 am and 6am. I put his number on auto reject, and he texts me. I tell him to move the hell on, because it&#8217;s never gonna happen, and he tells me he was just excited to have me in his life, and didn&#8217;t want to run me off&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>1. You never had me, and never will.<br \/>\n2. WRONG MOVE, ASSHOLE.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s been two days without a text. Maybe he&#8217;s finally gotten the point. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I like men. ALL men. Of all shapes and sizes and colors and tastes. I like men who make me feel good, who stimulate more than just my body, who make me feel wanted. With that in mind, when our second victim contacts me, I say ok to a lunch date. 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