It is because of her antics I didn't touch her. It was my choice. I didn't want to touch her. I couldn't. The thought of it made me squirm out of disgust. It was every single day from the morning I woke up to the second I went to bed she interrogated, dug, needled, clawed and scraped at me for anything and everything.
We're talking about a broad who would get frazzled and start a fight if I sprinkled Gold Bond Powder in my shoes to kill any odors because she correlated it with 'trying to impress some other girl'.
We're talking about a broad who would find an empty bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper in my car and bring it in the house, place it on the kitchen table and demand me to explain...
1). Who's bottle it was because she never sees me drink Diet Dr. Pepper.
2). If it is mine why I didn't get regular Dr. Pepper and why did I hoose 'Diet'...who am I trying to lean down for?
If you had a man like that, nycbull would you want to ball him?
- Block!