Quantcast
Channel: kyira monique » mean
Viewing all articles
Browse latest Browse all 8

I’m always tardy for the party…

$
0
0

 

I have this knack for always being behind on the curve. Yesterday was, allegedly, Valentine’s Day and I neglected to wish you good folks a happy one because…I just didn’t, okay?!

No, really. I hope everyone had a lovely Valentine’s Day. I’m posting this today because I know everyone has to ‘recover’ from their long, long evening of fornication and drinking dark liquor.

Sure, I’ll play along.

My V-day was nice. I had an early lunch date and spent the day getting prettied up…to stay home. I missed an R. Kelly concert and dinner at Cheesecake Bistro. Me, being the gold digger responsible girlfriend that I am, decided to send my better half to work instead of spending an evening gazing into my eyes and not having sex.

The way I see it, broke people aren’t allowed to have sex, or even romance. I can’t even get in the mood when the bills aren’t paid. Not that I’m obsessed with money but I have bad nerves and can’t relax when things are undone. So if my man’s v-day sucked, more than likely, its my fault.

But one thing I’ve learned about men is that, most of the time, they take their cues from us. They won’t get pressured or stressed about something unless we (women) put pressure on them and make them feel stressed.

If it wasn’t for the guarantee of coitus on February 14th, I truly believe most men wouldn’t waste time on it. But if they believe they could possibly have sex with someone, they’d do just about anything. Hell, Vincent Van Gogh cut off his ear for some vageen. Didn’t he? Oh.

Anyway, being mature adults, we’re celebrating v-day tomorrow. Or as the life-size card in my bedroom says,

“Every day is Valentine’s Day when I’m with you”

#HYFR

xoxo

 



Viewing all articles
Browse latest Browse all 8

Trending Articles