The Artist, The Fireman, and The Ex....pt. 1

Hey everyone,

I hope that you all had a wonderful holiday break. I did. So much so that I’m having a hard time getting used to this working thing again. Well anyway, let me give you all a little update on what has been going on in my life. It’s a little story called “The Artist, the Fireman, and The Ex!” For the past few months I’ve been dealing with an artist. He has a regular 9-5 at a bank, but for the most part…at heart, he’s an artist. He sings, paints, writes, & draws. Whenever he has free time he’s at the studio. I personally can’t stand any of that music shit. My father is an artist, and I’m well aware of all the emotional bull-shit that comes with this temperamental type.

I’ve actually known him for years, but only just re-connected with him this past September. And that is only because he said he was out of the music game…and trust me…it is a game! Now he’s back in this shit, trying to “make a way”. Talking about wanting to earn some more money so that he can help me out. Please!!!!!! I’ve told him time, and time again that I don’t need that type of help, and that I would benefit more by just having someone around to kick it with. The way I see it, he’s just doing this music thing because he wants to.

It seems to me that there has been no progress made, he likes to be around the movers and the fake-shakers, and if anything they’re just taking advantage of him. A mutha-fuckin industry flunky is not what I had in mind, when I took him on as an associate, who aspired to be more. Other then that music chase (which I hate) he’s a nice guy. Every once in a while I’ll have to tell him to slow down. Especially when he starts talking that marriage shit. I mean really! I haven’t even given this guy a kiss. Everything I do to keep him at bay, just makes me seem more chaste in his mind. LOL….whateva honey! I’ve even told him about the other guys that I’m talking to. The artist doesn’t care at all. He admires my honesty, and is convinced that we’re meant to be together. Look wise, he falls short of the Ex, and way short of the Fireman, but I thought that maybe my feelings for him would change in time due to the fact that he’s soooooooo kind. That maybe I could find a way to let him have a little pussy, and that through some weird miracle, I would be turned out, and completely satisfied. I don’t think I can stomach it though. Now don’t get me wrong. He’s not a beast or anything like that. It’s just the culmination of all his needy (lack of backbone) qualities that have turned me off to the whole idea of fucking him.

Well that’s it for now. I’ll write the next part out as soon as I can, and get y’all updated on the Fireman, and the Ex!!!