Maximus Rex
Banned
Ebonie is a hot lil something. She's 5'3", about 135 (about ten to twnety pound over.) She's medium complexed, VERY NICE RACK. Her came to her shoulders. Which was rare. How many black girls could say that they had naturally long her. She had brown eyes, and looked very cute with her glasses on. The only problem with Ebonie (physcially anyway,) was that she had a white girl ass.
Eb was was a very cool chick. Caring, affectionate, playful, (she used to like to fart on me) giving, and she made burritos that rvial Mexicans. When I started messing with Ebonie, I was in the infancy of changing my philosophy with women, I was starting to come out of my "weak-penis-AFC-Poindexter," way of thinking, but remants of the "old ways," still remained in my psyche.
I've mentioned in eariler posts that I met Ebonie, via my friend's girl. Eb and I began talking to each other over the phone. Nothing serious, just friendly, conversations that were sometimes laced with double entendres. "I've learned the hard way about long distance relationships and trying to hook up with chicks that you've never met over the phone."
Then in December of '98 I happened to be in California. When I got here I called up Eb, and told her I was here. To this day, it still puts a smile on my face when I think about how excited she was when I told her that I was in CA. We made arrangements to hook for New Year's. I would be traveling to Frenso from the S.F. Bay Area, about 200 miles away.
I was excited yet, skeptical. I've always had bad luck with women, so I didn't put it outside of the realm of possibility that she would have me come all the way down there just to stay me up. Then there was the possibility of of her not being the chick in the picture.
When Ebonie got to the train station to pick me up, I was more than satisified. When I saw her for the first time, I quoted to myself from the "Empire Strikes Back," "Impressive. Most impressive." My first words to Ebonie were, "Damn. You are cute."
New Year's '98 was to this day, the best one I ever had. It was just me and her, at her crib. We had some Domino's and some alcoholic cocotion she made with cider. After we've watched the ball drop on TV, I kissed her, and we retired for the evening.
When we were laying in bed, she would lay up under me. Me, ****ing around with her, I would move away, and she would get right back up under me. Finally she was like, "What. You don't want me to lay next to you?" I was like "Yeah. I was just ****ing with you."
When she was riding me, I was saying to myself. "This is cool. I've got this very cute girl riding me and nothing went wrong."
From then on for all intents and purposes, we were girlfriend and boyfriend. What got me with Ebonie was that 1) She spent money on me. 2) She showed me affection 3) She would get on the train for 4 hours and come visit me in the Bay. We would alternate trips. Even though I was in a long distance relationship, I was like "**** this has to be the real thing. She calls me, comes to visit me, and buys me ****." Plus she had bonded with my mom and my sister. Ebonie would always want to bring my sister with us, when we kicked it.
By me thinking that I was in a relationship, I did what I felt was my part. Namely give her attention and do things when she asked me to do them. One morning she asked me to make her some cereal. So I got up, and made her some cereal. Another time she asked me to go to the store for her. No problem, the store was only two blocks down the street. I'd even run her bath water for her. At the time she "claimed," that she didn't perform fellatio. OK, I can do without head. She also informed me that she didn't like doggystyle.
One day, she happened to answered the phone and it was my boy Dave. Dave asked Ebonie, how things were going between us. She reponsed with, "there cool, but, HE'S TOO NICE TO ME AND I CONTROL OUR RELATIONSHIP." I took the phone from her, finished talking Dave and asked her what that "I'm too nice you," **** was about. Ebonie told me that "I didn't have to do everything she told me, and to sometimes tell her no." She also said that I "was too nice." I was like what the **** do you mean I'm too nice. I told her that she've never asked me to do anything outside of the realm of reason and I didn't mind doing things for her. And not to take my kindness for weakness. I also told her that she's ever gave me a reason to be ****ed up towards her and if I was it would scare her. This day was the start of the end. One day, we're watching TV and I mumbled "I love you," under my breathe. She heard me and said, "Why did you say that?" It was all downhill from there.
Ebonie had came from a broken home that included a crackhead mother that was sometimes physically abusive towards her. When I was doing my evaluation of of went wrong with my dealings with females, I realized that Ebonie equated abuse with love. That for her to actually be treated like a human being by someone she loved was foriegn to her and when she actually received love and care, she rebelled against it. Towards the end of our relationship, Ebonie went to LA for spring break to visit some male friends. We all know what happened. Another ****ing nail in the coffin. In retro I should've demanded that we be together for her spring break.
In April I went back to NY, but I still called Ebonie as often as I could. I wanted her to come with me, but she declined. Finally one day, in June of '99. She told me that our relationship meant nothing to her and to stop calling her. At this point I had nothing but my pride left. Due to previous experiences for calling women after they've made it plain that they were no longer interested in me, I decided that when a woman tells me to leave her alone. I'd do just that leave her alone. There would be NO WAY I would "show out," in front of a ***** again. I realized that I would have to look at myself in the mirror and I wanted to know that when I looked at myself, that would be able to say to myself, that I conducted myself like a man. In addition, if I did show out in front a woman, my dad and friends would talk really bad about me. As much as it hurted, as much as I wanted to call I didn't. Just because I lost a chick, I wasn't about to lose my pride and self-respect.
Then one day, out of the day in August, Ebonie left some contact information for me via my mom. So we started to talk again. But I found out that she had a boyfriend. Again we all know what kind of guy she choose. The dude she ended up with would be three hours late picking her up from work, Dude also had a penchant for other chicks, breaking ****, and throwing Ebonie into walls. In her "infinite wisdom," Ebonie decided to get pregnant by this dude and marry him. They later divorced.
I have to admit I still have a soft spot for Ebonie. She's one of two chicks that I would go against my better judgement for. The other being Stephanie, (my freaky friend) I would love to take Ebonie to dinner and see how's been. My friend Bone, told me her seen her, and Ebonie looks like "her life has been hard," and her cousin Meika, told me that Ebonie chunked up.
A few years ago Bone was in Frenso, and he saw Ebonie. Ebonie, told Bone to tell me that she said hi. When Bone told me that. I sat back smiled and said, "She knows now."
Eb was was a very cool chick. Caring, affectionate, playful, (she used to like to fart on me) giving, and she made burritos that rvial Mexicans. When I started messing with Ebonie, I was in the infancy of changing my philosophy with women, I was starting to come out of my "weak-penis-AFC-Poindexter," way of thinking, but remants of the "old ways," still remained in my psyche.
I've mentioned in eariler posts that I met Ebonie, via my friend's girl. Eb and I began talking to each other over the phone. Nothing serious, just friendly, conversations that were sometimes laced with double entendres. "I've learned the hard way about long distance relationships and trying to hook up with chicks that you've never met over the phone."
Then in December of '98 I happened to be in California. When I got here I called up Eb, and told her I was here. To this day, it still puts a smile on my face when I think about how excited she was when I told her that I was in CA. We made arrangements to hook for New Year's. I would be traveling to Frenso from the S.F. Bay Area, about 200 miles away.
I was excited yet, skeptical. I've always had bad luck with women, so I didn't put it outside of the realm of possibility that she would have me come all the way down there just to stay me up. Then there was the possibility of of her not being the chick in the picture.
When Ebonie got to the train station to pick me up, I was more than satisified. When I saw her for the first time, I quoted to myself from the "Empire Strikes Back," "Impressive. Most impressive." My first words to Ebonie were, "Damn. You are cute."
New Year's '98 was to this day, the best one I ever had. It was just me and her, at her crib. We had some Domino's and some alcoholic cocotion she made with cider. After we've watched the ball drop on TV, I kissed her, and we retired for the evening.
When we were laying in bed, she would lay up under me. Me, ****ing around with her, I would move away, and she would get right back up under me. Finally she was like, "What. You don't want me to lay next to you?" I was like "Yeah. I was just ****ing with you."
When she was riding me, I was saying to myself. "This is cool. I've got this very cute girl riding me and nothing went wrong."
From then on for all intents and purposes, we were girlfriend and boyfriend. What got me with Ebonie was that 1) She spent money on me. 2) She showed me affection 3) She would get on the train for 4 hours and come visit me in the Bay. We would alternate trips. Even though I was in a long distance relationship, I was like "**** this has to be the real thing. She calls me, comes to visit me, and buys me ****." Plus she had bonded with my mom and my sister. Ebonie would always want to bring my sister with us, when we kicked it.
By me thinking that I was in a relationship, I did what I felt was my part. Namely give her attention and do things when she asked me to do them. One morning she asked me to make her some cereal. So I got up, and made her some cereal. Another time she asked me to go to the store for her. No problem, the store was only two blocks down the street. I'd even run her bath water for her. At the time she "claimed," that she didn't perform fellatio. OK, I can do without head. She also informed me that she didn't like doggystyle.
One day, she happened to answered the phone and it was my boy Dave. Dave asked Ebonie, how things were going between us. She reponsed with, "there cool, but, HE'S TOO NICE TO ME AND I CONTROL OUR RELATIONSHIP." I took the phone from her, finished talking Dave and asked her what that "I'm too nice you," **** was about. Ebonie told me that "I didn't have to do everything she told me, and to sometimes tell her no." She also said that I "was too nice." I was like what the **** do you mean I'm too nice. I told her that she've never asked me to do anything outside of the realm of reason and I didn't mind doing things for her. And not to take my kindness for weakness. I also told her that she's ever gave me a reason to be ****ed up towards her and if I was it would scare her. This day was the start of the end. One day, we're watching TV and I mumbled "I love you," under my breathe. She heard me and said, "Why did you say that?" It was all downhill from there.
Ebonie had came from a broken home that included a crackhead mother that was sometimes physically abusive towards her. When I was doing my evaluation of of went wrong with my dealings with females, I realized that Ebonie equated abuse with love. That for her to actually be treated like a human being by someone she loved was foriegn to her and when she actually received love and care, she rebelled against it. Towards the end of our relationship, Ebonie went to LA for spring break to visit some male friends. We all know what happened. Another ****ing nail in the coffin. In retro I should've demanded that we be together for her spring break.
In April I went back to NY, but I still called Ebonie as often as I could. I wanted her to come with me, but she declined. Finally one day, in June of '99. She told me that our relationship meant nothing to her and to stop calling her. At this point I had nothing but my pride left. Due to previous experiences for calling women after they've made it plain that they were no longer interested in me, I decided that when a woman tells me to leave her alone. I'd do just that leave her alone. There would be NO WAY I would "show out," in front of a ***** again. I realized that I would have to look at myself in the mirror and I wanted to know that when I looked at myself, that would be able to say to myself, that I conducted myself like a man. In addition, if I did show out in front a woman, my dad and friends would talk really bad about me. As much as it hurted, as much as I wanted to call I didn't. Just because I lost a chick, I wasn't about to lose my pride and self-respect.
Then one day, out of the day in August, Ebonie left some contact information for me via my mom. So we started to talk again. But I found out that she had a boyfriend. Again we all know what kind of guy she choose. The dude she ended up with would be three hours late picking her up from work, Dude also had a penchant for other chicks, breaking ****, and throwing Ebonie into walls. In her "infinite wisdom," Ebonie decided to get pregnant by this dude and marry him. They later divorced.
I have to admit I still have a soft spot for Ebonie. She's one of two chicks that I would go against my better judgement for. The other being Stephanie, (my freaky friend) I would love to take Ebonie to dinner and see how's been. My friend Bone, told me her seen her, and Ebonie looks like "her life has been hard," and her cousin Meika, told me that Ebonie chunked up.
A few years ago Bone was in Frenso, and he saw Ebonie. Ebonie, told Bone to tell me that she said hi. When Bone told me that. I sat back smiled and said, "She knows now."
