the worst fuckin date EVER yesterday. I went out with this nigga named 

Omar right. I met himon my way to the DMV, like a week in a half ago, 

on my way to get a copy of my ID. he pulled up in this NICE ass BEEEMER,

 no liesss. He was darkskin, had long ass dreads,and mad tall. He was cute, 

besides the fact that his skin was kinna fucked up, and he had that

  "i just smoked 487598537934857934 blunts this morning" look goin on. 

Normally i wouldve kept walkin, but he was mad persistent. He parked his car in a

shoprite parkin lot, and was like "ayy gyal, cmere". mad jamaican,

lmao. I was like "naa, im sorry, i gotta get to the DMV to get my shit 

before the lines get long". He kept fuckin followin me. walkin & talkin.

 tellin me his life story and shit & how he thoughti was beautiful and 

"juicy" and blah blah blah =|. SO anyways, i gave dude my number,
ya know? and kept it movin.

He called me up yesterday, like 'watchu doin tonight?'.
I aint have shit to do except talk with you lame fuckers on the space, so i told him
we could chill. He asked me my curfew, i told em 1:30am. mind you, it was like 9
when he called. He said he wanted to take me to the city go eat, go dancin, blah blah
blah. Im like cool, so i got ready to go. I had on my tight black skinny jeans, and
this sexy ass grey shirt that tied up behind my neck, and hung low between my
boobies. them shits was lookin bangin . (i wouldve takin pictures if chichi's
fathead ass didnt fuck up the lens on my nikon.) So im ready, lookin good, smellin
good. called dude up, like "come and pick me up". This motherfucker talkin
about me and my brother share the car, and he got it tonight. im like WTF? That
was the first mistake. so im mad as fuck, but im already dressed n shit, so i told
him i would catch a cab to Pennstation where we could meet. (btw, this nigga
lives ALL the way in westchester NY, & he told me we was 20 mins away on the
train when he called). SO i get to pennstation. Im waitin in Mickeydee's for this
nigga. 10mins go by. 15 mins go by. 25 mins go by. & i dont have my fuckin
cell, so i couldnt call. He got there the second before i was about to leave =|.
By this time, im madERRR, its like 10:50 and im not even feelin him no more.
Supposedly the "train came late". BULLSHIT. thats why i dont fuck with these
NJtransit motherfuckers. He was lookin fly tho, had on his lil skinnies (even tho
i dont really like niggas in tight pants too much) and his tight ass American
Eagle shirt. Dreads swanginnn =]. so i let that shit slide. I told him to be
honest with me, because i HATE liars.

So on our way to Applebees (we couldnt go to NY because we wouldnt
be back by 1:30, so we hopped in a cab)
he was tellin me how he was so attracted to me, how pretty i was, how he
has a warrant out for his arrest in Jamaica, how he has a house in NC,
and how works at a golf course in Orange, and how he sells fake gucci
bags in westchester in his spare time, and how hard his dick was. Im
like CHILL, i said be honest, not tell me every fuckin thing that comes
to your head. then this nigga asked me to feel his dick AND he kept
tryna put his hands between my thighs, talkin 'bout "you probably
gotta tight little wet pumpum" (first off, WHO TF SAYS PUMPUM!?). this
nigga was OD'n. i just wanted to get my shit from apple bees and
go the fuck home. So we got there. we ate. chitchatted a little. had
some drinks. He KEPT talkin bout how he wanted to fuck me, and how
his dick was on ROCK. i SO wasnt impressed. he payed the bill,
and i was ready to hop in a cab. HE was like, lets go somewhere.
"im like, naa, take me home, its 1:00" he like "you cant chill wit me
for a little bit" im like NO MOTHERFUCKER, take me home. he called
up the cab, and told the cab driver to go to the nearest hotel =|.
im like, we not goin to no fuckin hotel, take me home. This bitch
kept beggin me on some "babyplease" shit. He was like "we dont
even have to fuck, i just wanna bite your pussy". BITE MY PUSSY!? i
was so fuckin mad that i really had to sit there and argue with this
nigga to take me the fuck home. So he finally gave in, and rode
home with me in the cab. IDK WHY. when we got near the house,
we both got out and he startin runnin his mouth. He like "i came
all the way from fuckin westchester to see you, for nothin" "i gotta
spnd all this money to catch a cab back, and pay for a hotel
because its too late for me to go back home, cuz i gotta come all
the way back for work in the mornin" "thats some bullshit" "you
playin games". im like "for nothin? so u thought we was gon fuck
cuz u spent $30 on a train ride?" GTFOH. i started walkin back
to my house, and he was like "fuck u bitch! dont fuckin call me,
" and started mumbling some jamaican shit i didnt understand.
Then he was like "yo, hold up! im sorry, let me talk to you for a
minute" He ran down the street and hugged me from behind. im
like "get the fuck off me please". but this nigga was mad strong. I
know he wasn't stupid enough to pull some shit in front of my house
so i let him talk.

He was like "i really like you, but i cant deal with
this shit. you 18 and you gotta curfew? its the weekend. i just
wanted to spend time with you" blah blah motherfuckin blah.
im like " i told you i was 18 from JUMP. were you fuckin listenin?
and i told you i had a curfew" so if you cant handle that shit,
move the fuck on" (btw hes 23) he like, "i got work in the
mornin, we gon finish talkin bout this tomorrow" im like "ight
baby, i'll call you later. i like you too, but we need to figure shit out"
--- SIKE. hope his bitchass not expectin a phonecall.

I swear this shit has discouraged me from dating...but imma get
back out there. god will send me the right dude eventually..