Men and women go through phases in the maturation process and most of it centers around exploring sexually. I for one have done TONS of exploring in the long journey to manhood and discovering my likes and dislikes sexually. As men, we typically target quantity over quality and as we mature we adjust it to quantity AND quality, then we ideally settle down. Women have a similar pattern but it is a little deeper than the one us men choose (by a little, I mean a lot). Ladies tend to go through a “hoe phase” that has many different levels. Level 1 is the girl that gives and receives head and gives hand jobs but doesn’t actually give up the ass. Level 2 is simply the chick that has sex with who she wants when she wants with no apologies (my old preference) and is very aggressive about her pursuit of good dick. Level 3 is “that girl!” No one wants to be that girl. You don’t know what “that girl” means? Let learn yall something. Level 3 is the girl that you can call for head, sex, gangbang, or whatever at anytime and is down to do it anywhere. “That girl” has self esteem issues that makes her DTF at all times for the approval of a male. Don’t like my description or can’t grasp my definition? I’m a visual learner too, so I will paint you the picture with a personal story.
Before i got married, my ex wife and I had the typical on again off again boyfriend/ girlfriend relationship. We had 1 child at the time and I was feeling myself after my college career and having a year of pro basketball under my belt. That all being said I was always out looking for prey around Omaha with my right hand man at the time that we will call “Bobby.” Me and Bobby were at a club this one particular night that my ex just happened to be at with her bestie. This made me very uncomfortable for many reasons, the top reason being she was looking good and every dude in the club was AT HER. Nothing pisses off an ex boyfriend worse than seeing your girl being touted by thirsty dudes and loving it. She knew she was fly that night and not liking the show one bit. In typical ego driven fashion I pushed through the crowd of wolves to dance with her to mark her as my territory to the wild. We danced and had a good time, it was almost like we were together again. Shortly after cutting the rug up on the dancefloor we sat at a table with Bobby and her bestie just shooting the shit. Behind our table was a table with 2 very slutty looking white chicks and one kept giving me a smile that said she was down for whatever. In my prime of whorish behavior I could spot the girl that was going to be DTF from the door and she was her. I made my way to their table while my ex was still there and chatted with the girl and her enormous friend. The girl showered me with compliments to the point I wanted tell her “enough already” because it was over the top. We both stood at the same time to go to the restroom which was around the corner from the tables by the dancefloor. Once we got to the door I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the mens room. She put up no resistance at all. Once locked securely in the stall she started rockin the mic. I was so drunk I can’t tell you if it was bad or good, it just was. I hear the door open so I played it off like I was just standing there peeing and she didn’t break stride at all. All of a sudden I look up and Bobby is standing on the toilet in the stall next to mine yelling out “Damn T! You got it like that?!” I’m not one for letting another man watch me get head so at that point I was done. I zipped my pants and left her sitting in the stall while my boy talked to her. Once back at the table my ex and her friend were preparing to leave so I walked them out with a relief that she was leaving so I could really cut loose. I was only gone 5 minutes, but by the time I walked back toward the bathroom I saw line forming. Pushing past the line I make my way into the restroom and see about 10 guys outside the stall arguing over who was next. I catch eye contact with the girl and she was in tears while Bobby stood there trying to organize the thirsty dudes, I took her by her hand and walked her out of there. Needless to say the guys were not fond of this move, but it was the right thing to do (such a good guy I know). Later that night Bobby gets in a fight with a guy in the parking lot after we had secured the girl and her hefty friend in his Navigator. I went back to break up the lamest 1 on 1 fight I ever saw just to come back and see the security guard escorting my prey into his backseat. The dude looked like Ben Wallace so I knew she had no desire to be with him over me so I walked right past him and opened his door to free the girls from captive. The ride home was one filled with her giving me head in the backseat while giving my boy a handjob while he drove and her friend calling her a slut. The fat friend is always the hater/ voice of reason. We dropped Dumbo off because she was killing the vibe and took the girl back to our loft. The stuff that happened that night does not need to be expanded upon further, but you can surely imagine. She was “that girl!” Months later I saw her boo’d up in a bar with some African dude so I spoke to her and her man with a “I have a secret tone” and smiled. Ladies, you don’t ever want to be that girl because to everyone that knew you then you will always be her. Some my call me “that guy” but like it or not it really doesn’t work that way. Letting randoms run a train on you is a the lowest level of the hoe phase. That’s all for now….#DontJudgeMe
I don’t deem myself an awful person. I have done some awful things sure, but I don’t let those define who I am as a person. We all make mistakes, some with more impact than others, the key is to blah blah blah. You have heard all this before and can finish the sentence with any number of cliche statements. Bottomline is, I am far from the person that I write in these blogs about and I by no means want to glorify some of the things I did as a married man to help destroy my marriage. My wife was loving and devoted and loved me dearly and I took that life for granted. I don’t want to rub any of these stories in her face as a “HA! Didn’t know about that did you?!” Most of these stories she will be hearing for the first time just like those of you that choose to follow them. My infidelity was one of the root factors of the demise of my marriage and while these stories are funny, entertaining, and fascinating they are also sad in a way. My choices to live like a single man has and will have an impact on her life as well as my sons lives for years to come. I will be hard pressed to find another woman to love me as my wife did, and I am proud to say she is the mother of my children. Sorry can’t be said enough and I thank you for remaining my best friend through all the good and bad times. Love always XOXO
If I had to pick one period in my life where I can say I was a “bad person” I would put the time I spent in Dubai as that time. I was married with my wife and 2 kids back in the states while I was getting paid to hoop and party, although party wasn’t in the contract. The basketball in Dubai sucked balls! I had guys on my team that couldn’t make my junior high team and yet they were “professionals” getting paid crazy money to play a game they knew nothing about. I was lucky enough to get out of a bullshit situation in Argentina to come to Dubai and join a team that had a friend that played college ball in Omaha near where I played. The worse thing that could have happened was for me to go somewhere that had one of my boys there. I was new to the Middle Eastern region so i had no idea what to expect. All I knew was what I saw on BBC World with Wars and violence. When Ben hit me up on MSN Messenger and told me about the job in Dubai and the amount of money I was sold instantly. My punk ass team in Argentina was refusing to release me and provide my ticket back to the states (common practice for South American teams). I got to go home for a few days before me and Ben flew out of Kansas City to head to Dubai. My wife drove me to the airport from Omaha and it was the typical tearful good bye while we waited to board our plane. Funny thing is, I genuinely would be sad to leave her but as soon as I got to the gate I was excited to see the hoes I’d have in whatever country I was going to. Ben schooled me on what to expect once we got to Dubai as we walked to the gate and none of the teachings were basketball related. When we arrived in Dubai and got to our crib I was in complete awe! Our spot was pretty nice and was filled with well off families. We were told upfront that we were NOT allowed to bring women to our apartment, but me and Ben kinda snickered at that idea. It didn’t take long for us to hit the city and start exploring for “players” to fill our “roster,” and my God there was top notch talent in Dubai I must say. Ben knew of this spot called “The Souks” were you can buy anything and everything for the low (knock off shit). While shopping in the Souks me and Ben met these Arab guys that we thought were black lol. I mean these guys really had me fooled. They offered to take us out to some clubs that night to show us what the city had to offer us. As it turns out, Ben met a chick earlier in the day that wanted to come over and spend some time with him so I ended up having to meet our new Arab friends solo. I was kinda nervous cuz these dudes lived in the hood of Dubai were all the pimps and prostitutes hung out. Im from the south side of the Chi so I sucked it up and went their hood like I owned it (scared as shit). When I arrived they were pretty tipsy already which confused me because in Dubai they don’t sell alcohol in the stores, you can only drink there if you are in a club. After shooting the shit with these 3 guys for about 30 minutes we hop in a cab and head to the club. We pull up to the club and I was excited because they hyped me up on how many fine chicks would be in this spot. From the outside it was unimpressive due to the fact there was no line at all, but once we walked through that door!!! WOW! When I opened the door to walk in the club I was LITERALLY bum rushed by I’d say about 30 women! They were grabbing and pulling and doing whatever they could to…I don’t know but I felt like a piece of chicken in a room full of fat people. After literally pushing these chicks off me and making my way to the bar all I could say was “WHAT THE FUCK!?” but in a good way. The 3 guys just smiled and laughed seeming happy they had my approval so I ordered us all shots. Standing at the bar for about 15 minutes or so I was formulating how I was going to definitely have a 3some, 4some, or 5some that night in my head. Just when my mind had wondered off to lala land reality hit me in face as the door opened again and these women had the same reaction to the fat guy that walk through the door. Now my “WHAT THE FUCK!?” was in a more curious tone. The 3 guys just laughed and said with all seriousness “this is Dubai, if you want pussy you have to pay for it.” I wanted to slap the hell out of these dudes for basically bringing me to a whore house but I decided I will just get drunk and make the most of the time out on the town. At some point in the night I met this military guy from Alabama and I was telling him how we had no business in a place like that and we should go somewhere that had NON working girls. I guess the alcohol had me talking a little louder than I should have been because one of the ladies heard me and decided she would confront me. She goes off about how this is how she feeds her family and I shouldn’t knock her hustle. I told the young lady that I respect her grind, it just wasn’t my thing. I could tell she was attracted to my confidence by the way she addressed me so I played into it by being extra cocky and telling her that she would want to pay me! She found that funny but she was intrigued to say the least. I spent the next 2 hours talking to her and the other whores (lol) and enjoying myself. At the end of the night I took her back to my place where we had sex. No need to go too much into detail about it, but I will say she was good at what she did. When the morning came and it was time for her to go I asked her how much I owe her, just being funny. She laughed and kissed me on the cheek and gave me 20 dirham (their currency). We had sex quite often
I felt as though some sort of warning or disclaimer was needed before I just dive into this tumblr thing, so i decided to give all of you some insight on who I am, what to expect, and why I do this.
Who am I?
I’m going to keep this simple. I am: 32 years old, divorced, father of 3 sons, former professional basketball player (not NBA level), 6’9, from the South Side of Chicago , product of a 2 parent home (proud of that), world traveler, adulterer, sex fiend, etc…
What to expect?
To put it bluntly, I have slept with a lot of women and met a lot interesting people in my travels which makes for some funny ass stories that i think will entertain people. My stories will range from straight sexual encounters to high drama which all are told in great detail. You may read some stories and laugh your ass off, read another that will have you staring at your screen shaking your head, and others that will…I don’t know…Judge me. These stories are told from my point of view, so if you read something and remember it differently then start your own damn blog and tell your version. Every story I tell is true! I will change some names here and there so I don’t piss too many people off but I am more than aware that I will ruin quite a few relationships with some stories *shrug* oh well, tis life.
Why I am doing this?
I love telling people about my life because I think that not very many people have seen what I’ve seen, done what I’ve done, and can tell it the way I tell it. I’m sure there are some that have lived more interesting lives, but they don’t have the ability or balls to put themselves under a microscope. I don’t mind telling the world about my failures or shortcomings as a man because those “downfalls” helped me grow blah blah blah. Not going to get all preachy and self righteous. I’m comfortable in my own skin and don’t mind a little ridicule. Enjoy and remember, DON’T JUDGE ME.