Friday. Good ole Friday.
My Friday started like any other Friday. I went to work.
Actually, I went to work after I made a detour to visit this hot guy and we boned. Then I went to work.
Me and the Southern Charmer had plans to meet up at his job and hang out after he got off. One of my friends cancelled on me for happy hour so I was scrambling trying to find people to hang out with at his bar, promising them cheap drinks.
Finally I met up with this girl I had met there the previous Friday with some of her friends. So I went to his bar, then met up with JB by the Nationals Stadium at this place called The Yards. The hold jazz festivals there on the weekends and apparently some live entertainment on Fridays as well.
Anyway, during that whole process, Napoleon text me. Saying he wanted to meet up and hang out and all that stuff. It was weird because he was texting me to make sure that I would be available and not assuming that I was available– which is his usual M.O.. Knowing that Southerner was not getting off until super late, I knew that I could swing by Napoleon’s and still hang out with Southerner. So I planned ahead, asked Southerner if I went to U Street with friends would he pick me up. He said he would, so I was free.
There was a part of me that was feeling guilty, but I am not in a relationship so whatever. Hung out with home girl and her friends and then went to see Napoleon. He told me he was going to be at Lost Society, I told him that I was on my way. Get there, and there is a line. Get inside and I cannot find him. Texted him, he is at home. Lucky him, he lives a couple blocks away. So I texted him somewhat angry and trekked to his house.
When I got to his house, he did not pick up. Now, in my head I’m like “this fool better now have fallen asleep again” because this new building does not have a night person to let you in. So I am standing outside and I can see directly in his window and could tell that he was there. I see him coming to the window and looking out but now answering his phone, so I get pissed. But then he sees me and comes down.
When he comes down, I realize he is beyond drunk. He’s all “why did you come if you’re mad” and I’m all “well now I am just here because I am waiting for a ride”. We proceed to his place and I’m explaining to him that he needs to stop being all inconsiderate because we’ve known each other for a long time and if he left the place he should have told me. He’s all “why do you hate me so much, I know you hate me, why do you come if you hate me”. I don’t hate him. I opposite hate him. I cannot call this arguing because it was weird.
We go into his room and he pulls me to the bed and I am not mad anymore. He takes my clothes off and goes down on me, but this is different, he’s aggressive. I have been trying to get him to do me aggressively for a long time and he would tell me I was “being bossy”. Friday was different. He was talking all dirty and aggressive and it was turning me all the way on! Flipped me over and paid some attention to my ass with his tongue… Then came the sex. I never complain about the sex with Napoleon, and Friday it was better than his best! He was all “you like that, you like when I do that” blah blah blah. It lasted a long time.
When it was over, he disregarded the fact that I told him I was not staying over and told me to lay down with him and that in the morning he would be coming with more heat. God I wish I stayed over… I did not mean to fall asleep, but I put my phone in my hand so I could feel the vibration for when Southerner called. Eight missed calls and 4 texts later, I wake up and he is outside. While I am trying to scramble to put on my clothes, Napoleon is trying to pull me back into bed with him. I try to fix my hair and fix my make-up.
Rushing down the stairs I realize I smell like sex. “I just hope he does not smell it”, was the thought going through my head. When I reach the door to outside, there is this look on his face and I’m like “shit do I look like I just had sex?” I think he knew that I was with a boy, because he was asking questions about this “friend” I was with. Luckily, I am cool under pressure and just answered the questions by not really answering the questions. But I did feel like a bitch.
We get to Southerners house, and we talk and stuff for a while. I go to the bathroom to kind of wash myself off and get the smell of another man off of me. We stayed up pretty late and ended up having sex. Three times in one day with three different people. That is a record, for myself at least.
Saturday. I woke up at Southerners house. I was supposed to hang out with Oakland and then hang out with Southerner and some friends. Thankfully, Oakland cancelled. I laid around his house and straightened his room a little and got ready to meet my friend AK.
Sunday, I was still with the Southerner. Thank goodness I am an over packer because I was good on clothes. We had sex and went to brunch. At some point when I was at his house and I was talking about wearing the same shorts three days in a row, he said “why don’t you leave clothes here”… UHHHH what? I mean, he did tell me he wanted to see me exclusively, still. He even suggested I bring facial wash and feminine things too… I cannot.
I do not know where my heart is. When me and Napoleon have sex, especially when he is drunk, I think he tries to get me pregnant or put me in situations like that. I know he wants to be with me, but he does not need to trap me.
Anyway. It is now Monday and looking back on my sins from over the weekend, all I can do is laugh.