At first I was going to get him a card, cupcake, and a book or a bowl(for his weed), but then I didn't know what kind of book to get him(he's really into politics and international conflicts).
So after much deliberation, I got him a book about a young boy killed during the Iraqi War, cracker jacks, and peanut butter m&m's (since he likes to freeze them and eat them).
When we finally met up, we yapped all the way to Harlem, stopped by a Mexican restaurant to pick up dinner, and headed to his place to watch movies and chill.
Now this is where things get murky....
Aunt Flo bitchass is in town and he knew that, so he promised that we were going to chill and I promised him and myself that I was going to behave in my condition....
Who fucking knew that not even FIVE minutes that I was there, my shirt and bra were off and we were going at it like rabbits?
HE started it something FIERCE! He was like a animal dammit!
DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!
But, no, we didn't have sex....
he wanted to smack my ass, but since I was wearing granny panties and my granny pad that was a HELLLL NO.
So after I blessed him with a birthday bj(he asked for it, adorable I tell ya), we calmed down, and ate dinner while we watched a cheesy ass movie with Kurt Russell and Issac Hayes.
So while watching the movie, I decided to lay down after eating a HUGE Mexican meal
and boy did I regret that by the end of the night.
So after the movie ended, we chatted and decided to watch "American Psycho", which was so fucking disturbing on so many LEVELS(Christan Bale was AWESOME!)
And that's when things went down south....for me.
I started to feel queasy, like "oh shit, this food has not settled in my stomach, I'm going to throw up" queasy....right in the middle of the movie.
So I braved it through the movie and by the time the movie ended, I was fighting back chunks(long story short, after the longest cab ride and train ride ever, I went home and emptied my guts and felt better)
Well, tat boy realized that I wasn't looking so well, so I told him that I felt nauseous and that I needed to relax for a moment.
We laid in bed with the lights turned off, and while he rubbed my back and stomach, we traded stories about our childhoods.
It was nice....
and there was a forehead kiss in there somewhere....
So after I decided that I realllly needed to go home(by this time I was beyond nauseous) , he walked me to the subway, gave me a quick kiss goodbye and I went home.
Anyhoots, I told him that it's ok that if he can't get out of working this weekend.
So it will be nerd boy this weekend instead...
Oh fucking joy.
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