I was resting really good after a long day of work. My feet kicked up, a glass of white wine
and my favorite tv show is how I anticipated on spending my evening and that's when my phone rang. When I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and seen it was Sage calling I instantaneously got annoyed, ugh he is such a broke leach. I know every time he calls he wants something but he likes to try and butter it up first by saying how much he misses me and needs to be in my presence. Now at first, I was so mesmerized by all the mushy talk and the attention he was given me but then, stuff started changing or should I say my feelings. I started noticing his absence and how every time we got done doing the do he had some business to handle that required money he never seemed to have. Like a dick dumb fool, I gave it to him and I wouldn't hear from him for days, made me think he was a damn junky. No, he's not a junky he's just a womanizing bum. I think it's cute that he believes he still has me wrapped around his finger but watch this. I answered the phone and was so displeased when he said, "come open the door." Oh 1 am pissed I thought I was about to be able to lie and tell him I wasn't home, I guess not. I hung up and took a deep breath cause ain't no telling what I'm about to hear from this joke. First sign of uninterest I displayed was not giving him a kiss when I opened the door. See the thing that erks me about Sage is that he thinks he can just come and go as he pleases and when he comes everything is supposed to be as though he never left, not to mention he's always empty handed and today is no different, ugh I must have low self-esteem to have ever been flattered by such foolery. He came in and sat on the couch smiling trying to catch my attention, Ugh and I'm just so uninterested. “How you been,” Sage asked me in a flirtatious tone while licking his lips? I could tell he had been drinking cause he starts acting all suave and shit, boy bye! I’m blessed, thank you for asking,” I responded with sarcasm and didn’t bother to ask how he’s been cause in all honesty I
really don’t care. It’s amazing how attracted to trash us women can be, we
ought to be ashamed. Man, I can’t believe I used to be head over hills about
this guy, I mean everything about him turned me on and you couldn’t tell me
nothing about him. As I’m sitting here listening to him doing exactly what I
knew he was coming to do, beg, I grew aggravated. I sat a little longer in my own thoughts thinking about how much I’ve allowed my pass guys to downplay me, and I grew agitated and couldn’t help but let my mouth go. “So, what’s up Sage what do
you need, you need some money, some pussy, what’s up what did you come
to ask for today?” I was becoming infuriated with every question I asked with
myself, him, my poor decision making and the fact that he is willing to take
advantage of a good woman when he feels she’s vulnerable for him, he’s weak
and I’m disgusted. “Damn Bahati, what are you on with me, why you tripping
out, I Said I’m gone pay you back?” “You want to know why I’m tripping out
Sage, let me tell you why?” I’m about to read this bastard his rights. Sage
tried to avoid my next words by saying he was just going to head out and
catch me later, but that didn’t stop me and once I started the words and emotions
poured like an erupting volcano. “You’re a child to me; you don’t stand for
anything and you’re useless.” “Please let me add that you’re a womanizer and
a leach. Every time you come around you have a situational story that
involves you needing money. You thought you coming here with these ludicrous
ass stories and fucking me good I would always be foolish for you, but truth is my brother I see right through you and your not even half of me. You can’t take me on
dates, and you don’t, I can’t come to you about nothing, thank goodness I’m
successful and don’t need you for nothing in no way. You’re not even close to the
man that I want or deserve, and you know it.” After that I just stood there
glaring at him I wanted this bastard out of my life and any other clown I stored away
for a rainy day. I am so sick of being involved with guys that are taking from
my gallon and can’t give back, I’m sick of not feeling special. “So, what are
you saying Bahati?” I stood there for a moment contemplating if I was gone
give it to him raw or spare him. I decided to give it to him the way he’s been
treating me. “It means that whatever this was between us I am no longer
interested, I don’t want to hear from you anymore you’re not my type, my type
is a real man. Now, if you could ever so kindly excuse yourself by leaving my house and while you’re at it leave my number on this side table.” My eyes watered as they walked him to the door. I was really happy he left quietly. I teared up because I felt so fucking proud of myself. Proud that I finally not only spoke about knowing my worth but showed I knew it as well. I just really didn’t like the way I felt after dealing with the guys I’ve selected. I felt drained, used and low. When the door closed behind
him I burst into happy tears, grabbing my face, I actually started cheering for
myself. I ran to my bar station for something stronger and when have you ever
gone wrong when you chose Tito’s, ha?