"I'm Good on Dat"

B4N made an appearance today...yet again (halfway seems like that nigga never gonna fucking leave) but anyway, he called me, I answered waiting to hear his ole boolshit attempt to get in between my knees.
"Hey Gorgeous." he says

"Hey." I reply.

"How you doing beautiful." he asks

"Good. How you?" I ask out of kindness

"Sad and lonely." he says

"Oh." I say

"Yep...sad cause I'm lonely." he says

"Oh." I say

"Yep, I hate being lonely but I'd rather be lonely than not lonely with any ole body." he says

"Yeah I feel that." I say

"You could help me with that you know." he says

"Now what now?" I ask

"I mean I know when we was kicking it I had issues or whatever but I got my shit together now and I think if you give me that chance we could be great together." he says

"You? Got your shit together....riiiiight." I say

"I mean job situation is still up in the air...and my car situation well you know about that...but the baby momma situation, null and void baby. So now I can be the man you needed me to be then." he says

*editors note: I didn't want this fool for nothing back then but his penis and his tongue...being his girlfriend was NEVER an option...fool got more "ain't gots" than he got "gots" and that's just not somthing that would work for me.*

"Uhhhmmm...you're asking me to be your girlfriend?" I ask stiffling laughter

"I mean....yeah." he says

"Nah I'm good on dat..." I say

His tone changes and he says something about us always being friends and getting together and going out for drinks (yeah fucking right). I swear I think I've been confined to a lifetime of random calls from him...the sacrifices we ladies make for good dick