A Thin Line Between Love and Hate

A Thin Line Between Love and Hate

Mekhi

     I honestly never believed that I could be with one girl.  I

mean, just in the LA county alone there are eleven bitches to

one nigga.  Shit, niggas go to jail everyday out here or get

murdered.  It's a shortage of good wholesome men where I

come from, so a nigga like me definately takes advantage of

that.  In this day in age some women will go for that if a man

got his shit together, is educated, treats you like a lady, and

knocks the lining out your pussy a few times a week.  Some

will play their position and enjoy doing it!  Like Taylor; Taylor

was no rat or ghetto, hood type of female.  She grew up with

both parents and knew about the stability of a one man, one

woman relationship.  On the other hand she got a rush out of

being a side chick, one of many.  She was not out here looking

to settle down and she was not looking for a father figure like

so many of these fatherless, lost girls in Los Angeles.  She

was looking for the D and she knew I was the man for the

job.  It was not just all about the sex, though, honestly. 

When we hung out we had fun, we had date nights, and I was

cool with some of her friends.  She never had a problem with

dropping five ir ten on the weed and my homies thought she

was cool.  Yea, Tay and I got along very well.

     Then there was Eboni, the mother of the prettiest four

year old girl that I had ever seen.  Eboni would still fuck with

her daughter's dad sometimes so she definately knew what

the business was.  Shit, Eboni is the person who introduced

me to Keyshia, this brown skinned girl from Inglewood. Keyshia

was borderline wifey material, I can't even lie.  She didn't

have any kids, she was in school working towards becoming a

registered nurse, and I never had to pay for shit when we

went out. 

     The only cold part about Keyshia's situation was her

crazy ass boyfriend.  Cuz stayed calling her phone when we

were together or showing up unannounced at her spot when I

was there.  I met Victoria one day when I was

leaving Keyshia's spot on Ellis Ave. off of Fairview Blvd.  She

was leaving Louisiana Fried chicken in her pearl colored 2007

GS300 Lexus.  Her hair was blowing out the window while the

tips of her fingers gripped the steering wheel.  I pulled up to

her bumper so fast I almost crashed into this bitch.  I saw

her cursing me out and rolling her eyes through her mirrors.

"Whatever bitch," I chuckled to myself.  I pulled to the side

of her and told her to pull over.  She flipped me the bird and

sped off.  That shit turned me on, I laughed outloud.

That's a preview of some shit that I was feeling, please comment and tell me what you think so far. I would love to add more.