Unhappily EvaAfta

So one day i Check my facebook and i get a message from a pretty girl that i dont recognize who seems to know a lot about me who leaves me her number and says call me. I wanna know where the hell she knows me from and why i cant remember her....





I BLOCKED OUT HER NAME AND WHERE WE KNEW EACH OTHER FROM BECAUS WE USE TO WORK TOGETHER...EASY TO FIGURE OUT


























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SO AFTER THAT WAS SAID SHE HIT ME UP AGAIN THIS MORNING...


Now lets talk about whats wrong on my part...the fact that however innocent shit seemed to be at first...I should have never entertained any kind of friendship with a married woman...especially after her phone call revealed so! I keep contributing to the part of me that doesnt trust women by running into women like this and being involved in any form or fashion. Ass and breasts for days, with a face to go with it...but i didnt touch her...I just cant live with the effects that it would have on everyone involved life. I wonder how many niggaz would have thought this situation out...And Im a thinker...I think about the worst of any outcome also. Maybe she is just sooo fed up she wants to Hurt her Husband. I will not be the nigga that takes part in that. I will never be so blinded by pussy that I dont think things through clearly! I did enough of that in my younger days! In the words of Eminem..I cant be your Superman...your marriage needs counselin or a divorce!

When I think about you...

I don't understand what it is.. but new-ness..

I'm happy and as much as happiness scares the shit out of me. I'm digging it. I can jump on the bed and watch Spongebob. I can read Joel Osteen books until I explode BUT to be truly happy with my life.. it's new to me . 2009 was a drag. It was long and sad and draining. Pieces of my soul died and others were revived.The most important thing was, I lived through it.

I've liked guys before, but this is that rare animal attraction. If I think about him too long I'll f-ck myself. He makes my heart stop. It's so simple.. I keep trying to complicate it but I can't. I genuinely enjoy someone and there's no catch. I hate writing about people who read my writing. BUT I'm not guarding my words on this one. He's the sex... and we all know I'm a mental nympho.

I've given up my delusion and my life is now interesting. New job, new-ness & relocation... Did I mention I dumped Big forever and ever and ever. Oh and that other dude too.. (Not because of new-ness because they both suck at life.. it's actually been a while since I did it. I just didn't feel the need to blog it)

It's like a new chapter in life. And NO I'm not trying to get married and have babies. I'm just enjoying a man for once. I'm still on a mission to be successful and no matter how fun or exciting new guys are I can't lose sight of who I am and what I want. Personal success trumps everything. That's the thing about life that's both amazing and shitty. It's easier to focus on things that don't matter (social situations & relationships) than it is to focus on what matters (family, school, work, personal success) that's why there's so much drama in the world, it's easier not to solve your problems. My eyes are engaged on me & what's best for me.

"Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there with open arms & open eyes" Incubus - Drive

A.D.I.D.A.S (All Day I Dream About Sex)

I talk about glitter and the sex quite often. I don't think I've made the terms clear.

The Sex (Trev-intion) - Something that catches the eye and invokes strong emotion. Most times the sex is an object a shoe, a handbag, or something that can be purchased. The sex when used to describe people is an at the moment term. I only look like the sex when I try. I'm not glitter.

Glitter (Trev-inition) - Simply put Stacey Dash. The glitter is someone you hold to a higher standard. Glitter is your own personal Stacey Dash. Everyone is glitter to someone. It's the guy you had a crush on in 10th grade who never gave you the time of day or The President. Glitter is life long.

I recently embarked on a new mission and by mission I mean... yeah. He's the sex & his penis is glitter.. that's all I'm saying about it!!

Wet Dream Convo

Me and random male friend had a convo about his wet dream about me. I'm already cocky why make it worse.

Him: yo
me: stop haviing wet dreams abt me
Him: ill try, idk why i was, it was weird
me: LMFAO
i just knew it was wet
even though u didnt say it
I'm a genius
Him: lol you just assume, i couldve killed you, you never know
me: LMFAO
u wouldnt kill me lust is too strong
Him: hahaha you think very highly of yourself
me: I'm an asshole
i thought u knew
Him: i did, but i didn't know you knew
me: im also self aware
Him: well thats good, a lot of assholes aren't even aware of themselves. but we didn't fuck, you got in the bed, and i start rubbing your shit, and came all over you, i guess you were really good
me: I just smiled and laughed and laughed again