purposeful asshole post

I keep wondering, which I shouldn't, of what might have been. Of what will never happen.

Let's do that just for pity sake. I love to daydream...

Would have probably lied to my mother about where I was going to spend the night. Probably mumbled something about a party or my girlfriend needing me, something or the other. And she would have said yes, reluctantly, but still yes, remembering just how old I am. 

Would have had dinner, lots of wine and then amazing sex, stopped for a brief food interlude, and then continued with the mind-blowing sex, drank some more, fucked some more. Would have gone to bed exhausted after speaking in tongues all night. Woken up and had him drive me to my CLE course a few miles from his house still beaming in the afterglow. Gone to said course, smirking to myself all through Contract Negotiation, not paying attention, just filled with the glow that is good sex and good times. It would have been good.

Yes, it would have played out like my girl Jill Scott said in Exclusively...

...Mmm, this morning my man exclusively introduced me

To some good extra lovin'

He was lickin' and suckin' on everything

Just the way he should

This morning's extra lovin' was good

We laid there sweaty, sex funky, happy as we want to be

Lovin' exclusively, my man and me

All night all morning...

Ironically, I think the key word is..."exclusively."

I don't know why "casual" is the new black. Like brothas researched the matter and thought, "I am going to treat this fine sista like a sample sale, like I'm in a motherfucking wine tasting, where I get to sip the wine, squish around my mouth and then spit it out in a cup, and then go on and try another one."

Just go on, being the purposeful asshole that they are.