He showed up in town un-******' announced. He says, "I'm in the area lookin' for your house." I'm holding the phone to my ear in a state of shock. I wanna bust this cat's head open with a box of rocks. I haven't spoken to him in a long time, so I have no clue what could be going through his mind. He comes to my house, jumps out his car, empty handed and standing tall. No flowers, no candy, no hug, nothing at all. Happy Valentines day to you, I'm here. This dude didn't come close to seeing the disgust in my face , he** I don't think he even cared. It's 11p.m. and I have to be at work the next day at 6a.m. I hope this ni$$a don't think he stayin'! He follows me upstairs to my apartment. "Take off your shoes," I yell. "This is new carpet." He came all the way from 91st to the 'burbs. Didn't want to be rude just yet and kick him to the curb. He lays around telling stupid stories, :boring: Ignoring the fact that I have to get up early. I'm getting a little heated inside, Hoping he's smart enough to pick up on my negative vibe. I was sending waves of that sh**. But he wasn't trying to get it. I finally asked, "What's your agenda for tonight?" He gives this stupid *** answer like I was going for the bite. He says, "I'm just trying to be me." I looked at him and said, "What's that sh** mean?" After several minutes of lame *** conversation, he finally got to the point. "I wanna make love to you," came at 2:22. "Is that what you came all this way to do?" "Yeah," he replied. I was so frustrated, I felt like dying. I was pi$$ed needless to say. So I had to do things MY WAY. :yo: "First off, you don't love me. Second of all, at the moment I'm a true lady." He looked at me a little shady. I gave him that look and he realized it was Aunt Flo time. He strectched it out in a drop of a dime. He said it was time for him to go, said he had to be somewhere early and grabbed his coat. I laughed a little and showed his *** to the do'. I think I've failed to mention when he thought I was sleep he helped himself to my Koolaid. I was ticking like a live hand grenade. What's a woman to do? What's wrong with folk man....It was a couple of months ago, but thinking about it just puts me in a bad mood.