Roger Sterling
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- May 10, 2015
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When I was a shortie, I couldn’t wait to grow up and experience the bachelorhood. The visions I saw on the telly about bachelor’s life gave me thrills, man. I figured I’d be at the best peak of my bachelorhood in my earlier 30s. That’s when you’re more mature, wiser, manlier, more financially stable, more self aware; short story longer, that’s when a brotha becomes eligible. I still got a few numbers to get there and witness if my dreams‘re valid, but damn man! The road’s not as clear.
Here are my blues…
What to eat?
I don’t about you, but this is a big issue to me. I only enjoy food when I’m surrounded by the people I like. When I’m alone, I only eat to live. So the challenge I face almost every day, is pondering what to eat. This has become a nuisance to me. I figured if I had a missus, I’d never have to worry about this, but I still would want to live my dream bachelorhood era. I really hate using my energy on thinking what to eat.
Order in the crib
Man! I’m a one messy person, my confession. When I step out, I’m styled up and all slick. I get mad props for being on point with my stigity very often, and I say to myself “If only y’all could see where I sleep..”. And don’t judge me; I’d try and put my crib in order for like 2/3 days, then (I think) there’s mofo who doesn’t like me that comes in when I’m not around and mess it up, so I gave up. I’m still saving for a CCTV cam, so I can catch the sucker on tape. I got 2 laundry baskets, which for reasons I don’t even understand myself, have been replaced by a couch.
Every morning I have to spend about 10/15 minutes just doing the sniff test to pick between my 2 pairs of socks and a few vests to put on for the day, cuz I’m allergic to washing powders, so I don’t wash as often. I been doing these tests for some time now, canines ain’t got nothing on me anymore.
Here’s where I ‘specially miss my mums, man. I never woulda moved out on my own had I been around.
Loneliness
I guess this is the biggest one. I got friends I often roll with. I got a plenty hunnies I often mack around with. Got the coolest job I could wish for, that allows me to meet different people from all parts of the world every day. But once I lock my door behind me at night, that’s when the reality kicks in that my life is pathetic. It gets lonely showering, eating, sleeping, and waking up alone, man.
Imagine waking up in the morning needy for some nasty, and the only nurse around is Ms Handy. I’m not gonna sit around and act all un-grateful to her, but I think we’ve experienced it all already that it’s no fun anymore. Ms Handy doesn’t converse, doesn’t cuddle, doesn’t do positions, can’t role play, can’t surprise you, don’t have a tongue. Only advantages from doing it with her, is the fact that she won’t fake an orgasm, and you ain’t got to worry about her reaching that place they never reach and blame it on us.
I could go on b!tching all day long, but all I’m tryna say is, I’m at a boiling point. I’m not sure anymore if I’ll be able to live my “dream”, but I’m for 100 that I won’t make it in this life without a lady by my side. And I think I speak for every brotha when I say; LADIES, WE NEED YOU.
TGIF.
Here are my blues…
What to eat?
I don’t about you, but this is a big issue to me. I only enjoy food when I’m surrounded by the people I like. When I’m alone, I only eat to live. So the challenge I face almost every day, is pondering what to eat. This has become a nuisance to me. I figured if I had a missus, I’d never have to worry about this, but I still would want to live my dream bachelorhood era. I really hate using my energy on thinking what to eat.
Order in the crib
Man! I’m a one messy person, my confession. When I step out, I’m styled up and all slick. I get mad props for being on point with my stigity very often, and I say to myself “If only y’all could see where I sleep..”. And don’t judge me; I’d try and put my crib in order for like 2/3 days, then (I think) there’s mofo who doesn’t like me that comes in when I’m not around and mess it up, so I gave up. I’m still saving for a CCTV cam, so I can catch the sucker on tape. I got 2 laundry baskets, which for reasons I don’t even understand myself, have been replaced by a couch.
Every morning I have to spend about 10/15 minutes just doing the sniff test to pick between my 2 pairs of socks and a few vests to put on for the day, cuz I’m allergic to washing powders, so I don’t wash as often. I been doing these tests for some time now, canines ain’t got nothing on me anymore.
Here’s where I ‘specially miss my mums, man. I never woulda moved out on my own had I been around.
Loneliness
I guess this is the biggest one. I got friends I often roll with. I got a plenty hunnies I often mack around with. Got the coolest job I could wish for, that allows me to meet different people from all parts of the world every day. But once I lock my door behind me at night, that’s when the reality kicks in that my life is pathetic. It gets lonely showering, eating, sleeping, and waking up alone, man.
Imagine waking up in the morning needy for some nasty, and the only nurse around is Ms Handy. I’m not gonna sit around and act all un-grateful to her, but I think we’ve experienced it all already that it’s no fun anymore. Ms Handy doesn’t converse, doesn’t cuddle, doesn’t do positions, can’t role play, can’t surprise you, don’t have a tongue. Only advantages from doing it with her, is the fact that she won’t fake an orgasm, and you ain’t got to worry about her reaching that place they never reach and blame it on us.
I could go on b!tching all day long, but all I’m tryna say is, I’m at a boiling point. I’m not sure anymore if I’ll be able to live my “dream”, but I’m for 100 that I won’t make it in this life without a lady by my side. And I think I speak for every brotha when I say; LADIES, WE NEED YOU.
TGIF.
