I’m beginning to think that either he is retarded or he thinks I’m a gaming system. On any game,Nintendo, Sega, Atari, Nintendo 64, PlayStation, or Xbox; you get to decide when to open it when to close it, when to play with it how long to play with it etc etc. Like many game systems there’s always an upgrade to the latest one, which ladies whether you say it or not there are plenty other women who look better than you; but I don’t care how old the game is you can trade it in and get it refurbished. You may be getting tired of me now well that’s ok because while your trying to stay modern with your new gaming thot, there are plenty of men who like a classic game, and it’s worth more as the years go by. So keep doing what your doing playing games, because when you don’t treat a “classic game” right, all “technology” has a breaking point. If you don’t get it your stuck on a Gameboy.
I remember the first time I had a kiss, it was with a boy named Antonio. I know he sounds Puerto Rican, and to be honest I he was at the time. I will never forget that night. I was living in little woods subdivision in New Orleans east. I had a great child hood there, always innocent, fun, childish, and there were literally no pedophiles in the area AT ALL!!! All the kids would come out to play all hours of the night, on weekends. Well this 4’6 little guy was chubby cute charming and just plain on adorable to my 9 year old eyes. He was 12 and to me that was extremely old plus I was a dork, so to even have him entertain me was epic. That late Friday night it was about 11pm, so kidding could not make this stuff up, we were playing, team hide an go seek. I was over thrilled when we were selected to be coupled off together. as doing tumble sets kart wheels and falling in daisies in my head, but I played it cool in front of him. So, we went to hide in a friends yard behind a tree, and we were talking and I asked him if he liked me and he said yes, and he asked me the same thing and before h could finish his question I said YES YES YES!!! He laughed and said you wanna kiss me, and I was so nervous because I did not know how to kiss, how to hold my mouth; I mean I practiced on my hand a few times and some stuffed animals but, never for real I mean this was do or die. I said why not and he leaned in to kiss and I just put my lips together and kissed him. I heard an applause and a choir singing, b then it got weird. I felt something wet go into my mouth and I was like what the deuce is this, I jumped back and said what are you doing and he said French kissing. I said, I thought you were Mexican and Black, and laughed and said no I’m just black but, this is how you kiss its called French kiss. I said I don’t like it your tongue taste like salt. it was at that moment I didn’t look at him the same, he started to repulse me , now he looked like a short curly haired Mexican with a salty lizard tongue. How was yours?