The Best Of The Mad Dater: Girls Like you Don't Get Married Bastards I Won't be Dating The Threesome That Never Was Player Pie- A Dating Recipe Dear Condom Manufacturers The Bastard I'll Always Love - Hip Hop Break Up Stages Seinfeld's "The Thing" Bastard Affective Disorder November Sweeps The Oh No You Did Not Girls The Punisher Bastard Fiction: The Original Bastard The More Introspective Mad Dater Still Missing My Dad The Night My Mother Disappeared Now My Brother & I Don't Speak My Mother Was a Cheater My Dad's Funeral Was a Joke The Introspective Mad Dater ... ) and have since planted a Mad Dater Flag on many countries (I like'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Hatian... I can't say that I am anything else but angry right now. I procrastinated, and just when I decided that it was time to take a nap before working my mother calls at 4AM. Behind our tough girl act is still a girl who wants to be loved and cherished and told how beautiful she is like every other girl. Love Bastard Date: 1/20/06Afternoon sexual chocolate.
But damn, April Fool's Day is the perfect day to bring back this blog, no? I moved to the land of No Black Men aka San Francisco (what up with that? God will forgive me even if you don't..."My mother has called me 5, maybe 6 times since my dad passed away. But when your mom calls you at 4AM you figure it can be only one thing, bad news. Come spring my thighs will thank Don't think that behind our tough girl image we aren't still girls. Do you think we don't need your shoulders to cry on... Behind the woman drinking shots with you, behind the woman paying for your lap dance at the strip club, behind the woman talking shit to you while beating your ass at poker is a woman who is just as vunerable as the next chick.
Generally I get these type of stories and messages, before a major holiday or before her birthday. Days when I guess she hope that she can guilt me into calling. Then she starts telling me that I am in a long line of people who don't love her... What better revenge can there be after a break-up than looking better when you see them and thinking, Petty, whatever. Yeah I'll be healthier, I'll lose the grief weight I gained since my dad's death, but most importantly, I'll have my revenge (insert evil laughter here). I'm on my way to the crib anxiously awaiting your response.
I guess there is something that you should know here: My mom is the poster child for self-pity. And if all else fails to draw you to her side of a story, she piles on the guilt. She was raped by the people who my grandmother had left her to be with... My dad had been filling my head with bad stories about her.... Call it if you must, but ain't nothing better than seeing someone you used to date pick up their face off the ground when they see how good you look post break-up. I've got a meeting tomorrow morning at church that I'm certainly not looking forward to.
Just how much is a person supposed to take in at 4AM? How can the only thing that you tell me about the period when you left be that, 'It wasn't two years'? Yes, him knowing that the woman who's spirit he broke, that the woman who developed an eating disorder after we broke up, (Though since, I've learned to never let a man make me doubt my "cute appeal" - lol) was looking good; and that felt good as hell.
Can't I just life my life and let her life be her life? What he could never explain to me, was why she left. (I wanna tell her, I fucking hate her at this point - but I leave that part out). The girl who people used to say "smiled too much", stopped smiling. But I tell ya, even though I weighed less than I did in high school and was much healthier, the best part was when I saw his brother after we broke up and his brother relayed the fact that I was looking good.
He made me understand that there were reasons why she left. He never said anything bad about you and I don't want to hear it. How can I not be mad when you disappeared and I have to hear that friends had seen you but I hadn't? Friends would tell me how they saw me jogging all over the city. I'm not doing anything, just found out I get a free Gold's Gym pass as a company perk. I've never told anyone beforethat I wouldn't mind being married to him.
He's the one who had filled me in on some of the things that had happened to her growing up. Too late, I started to yell and this is when I woke up my neighbors."Ma, I don't want to hear anything bad about dad, he's not here to defend himself. How can I not be angry when I had to hear stories about you being in the same city as me, but you never called us? Yes, he was very superficial), I hit the bricks like I was training for a fight. When we're married and shacking up you can walk over to me and spank me with the belt. The idea about shackin up, getting married and spanking you is intriguing. Especially the first couple years or so of no child responsibilities and just two people doing whatever they way. From: Some Chick Date: 1/25/06It's only stalking if it's not returned. Good, because not only am I honored but I feel the same way.
The one thing my dad didn't do when my mom left, was say bad things about her. I remember when I broke up with (If you didn't look good, he didn't look good. Yeah Yeah Yeah From: Some Chick Date: 1/23/06Yes Daddy I know. Love Bastard Date: 1/24/06I know this was yesterday's but class is cool. I'm sorry about last night but shaving took a lil longer than I expected. From: Some Chick Date: 1/24/06I think so, it would be alot of fun. You haven't even touched me yet and im in the bushes on a niggerette. Love Bastard Date: 1/25/06I be waching you from outside your crib.
Are you telling me that you had been in the garage for two years? I want to have a relationship with her; but I want it to be based on truth."What happened? I've put the treadmill that I bought for my birthday into heavy use. I'm gonna be better, stronger, faster and most importantly hotter. You always talkin bout stalking, got me playing the stalker. Love Bastard And just how do you think you're stalking me? Love Bastard Date: 1/25/06Although you dont answer I continue to call and leave messages.
The day I came home and saw my brother outside distraught that "ma left." How could she do that? ""It wasn't two years.""TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED! ""I went into the garage and tried to commit suicide.""But you didn't. I went along like nothing ever happened, like every one else in the family. I can't go on pretending that nothing ever happened. I guess I can't go on pretending that my family doesn't exist. Ok, I've stopped crying, I've removed the pizza place from speed dial and I've put down the Ben and Jerry's ice cream - it's time to rebuild.