Text Messaging While Tired.

Okay. So I was all ready to get some yesterday.
I had been exchanging text messages with my smut-buddy all morning.

Start 8:00am

Me: Papi r u up? I’m so horny. I need some today.
Him: Goodmorning mami.
Me: Goodmorning papi.
Him: How’s work?
Me: F*** the small talk. I need that clit massage.
Him: Okay, you comin ova later
Me: Yep!

End 8:04am

Well I told ya’ll that I’ve been busy moving for the past 4-5 days right. I guess the combination of that, sleeping on a different bed & sitting for 9 hours at work caught up to me. Because by 3:00pm I was hurting. I MEAN I WAS HURTINGGGG!!!!!!!!!!
I was so tired, and sore, and stiff, and irritable. There was no way I would’ve been able to make it to his place. Sex was now out of the question.
I was in so much pain, I was snapping at people on the job. I went home and threw on some pajamas so fastttttt! I was in that piece, running around with my eyes half closed like “Speedy Gonzales”. I know my mom was looking like,

“Why is this girl walking around my house like a crack head?”

It was because I was so tired, and in so much agonizing pain I felt like if I stopped moving, I wouldn’t be able to start moving again. My body was on auto pilot/fast-forward. Like, have you ever been driving, only to realize that you don’t remember making the turns, and crossing the lights that got you where you were. Or…(and this one always makes me laugh) Have you ever seen someone get hit so hard that after they fall to the ground they get right back up? They do that lil’ drunk walk or give some incoherent speech. But they don’t keep their asses on the ground, where they’re supposed to be. LOL! Yeah that was me yesterday.

I knew that I was supposed to see him at 6:00pm, so I called to cancel around 3:45pm. This fool didn’t feel the need to answer the phone, so I didn’t feel the need to leave a message. I wasn’t trying to be bitchy or anything, I was just so dead tired at that point. I don’t think I was thinking straight. I climb the stairs and fall on my bed.


An hour later I wake up with a text message on my phone.

4:31pm Him: Countdown 2 the cream.
4:54pm Me: Can’t c u 2nite
4:54pm Him: Y not.
4:57pm Me: I tried to call u earlier. I’m 2 tired/sore 2 get dressed n 2 drive up there n back. Also I don’t feel like stopping for condoms or gas.
5:18pm Him: I got condoms
6:03pm Me: Damn you could ask if I’m okay.
6:12pm Me again and pissed: Damn if it aint about getting head u ain’t interested huh? That’s cool.

(At this time I can't sleep, so I get up to wash my hair and take a shower)

8:14pm Him: Nic, I do care but all day u made it about sex so that’s what tip I was on. I’m sorry if I hurt ur feelns.

(This is where I really started to let my sleepiness get the best of me. Acting like it’s more then just sex is a big no-no for us. But in my defense I was half asleep)

8:20pm Me: Ur right. I was on it all day. So didn’t it concern you a little when I said I couldn’t come through. Did it cross ur mind 2 say anything besides “I got condoms”?
8:26pm Me again: My bad. I was tired and frustrated. But I’m good now.
8:31pm Me, still trippin’: It just kind’a made you look like an insensitive jerk. Papi even jump-offs have feelings.
8:32pm Him: I apologize
8:54pm Him: What u doin
8:58pm Me: Just left the apartment. On my way to Wendy’s . I had the phone in my hand to text you. What’s up?
9:01pm Him: Chillin
9:07pm Me the real me. LOL!: Oh, I’m sorry bout today too. But I’ve been packing and moving since Wednesday. I think sitting all day at work is what put me in so much pain.
9:10pm Him: That’s ok. I wish I could’ve made it better.

Awww! Yeah I guess I was trippin’. It happens. I told ya'll I wasn't perfect. Glad I got it together……eventually. Just thought I’d keep ya’ll updated on ma backslidin’ and general ranting. JMW, I guess this could go under the category of me making an ass out of myself. I hope you got at least a chuckle out of this. Sorry about the text message form of this post. If it bothered anyone don't stress. I don't plan to have any other post like this.

Peace