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Thank God you Blew it

The most intimate, romantic, graceful, relaxing thing for me to do is enjoy a plate of fruit and a glass of wine. If one were to ever go into my kitchen and find particles of fruit and an empty wine glass - One could rest assured that Zo has had a good night. Another thing that I am classic for is thinking. I find a corner or a chair and think. Usually I am able to come up with some profound conclusions. Ever heard a song and it was COMPLETELY about a situation that you were in. Thanks Bey for Best Thing I Never Had.

I consider myself a realist. If I can see it, then it is so. If I can touch it, then it does so. I believe that I am a unique man with a sixth sense. I can EFFORTLESSLY recognize bullshit. When someone is sharing a story, and I get a twitch in my brain - it's usually bullshit. When some one calls and says, "Yea, Shae um.. I was gonna come through, but shit came up" - you guessed it. That was bullshit too. Having this sixth sense has proven to be to my advantage. I can tell when you are full of it.

Case #1: So we are, in the words of my urban family, "Just cooling it," and I pay a you little attention. Being a man of my calibre, your approval is not necessary, but welcomed. I welcome any vibes of positivity and encouragement. You give none. You merely exist. I promote you to the beginning buddy stages where you now receive REGULAR text messages and an occasional, "Hello." We fast forward to session one. Your mind is completely killed and you are now caught up. Like crack you're back and this time anticipating. The days progress and like clockwork, I begin to loose interest. Our fling is gone. Days past. In an effort of cordiality, I prompt conversation. You ONE WORD the hell out of me. That frustrates me even more and like Expenses in a business, I write you off.

Analysis of Case #1: I realize that you were just that fling. Nothing serious from the beginning, but there was potential for something. Me being apart of your life was to add substance and class, because that you LACK. The pseudo image of togetherness and preparation hide the lack of determination that you REALLY possess. You say that you are an ASSET. I believe that you are a LIABILITY, because in the Business of Zo, you did nothing more than cause tension, confusion, havoc, and dismay.

Conclusion: PLEASE Damn my attempts to even further. I guess that is what I get for being a part-time lover. You offered me the position to become your full-time fool. I passed it off for the next that is willing to deal with you.

[Followers] There is nothing like being an analytical, determined, free-spirited, open-minded, intelligent, attractive, whitty go getter! If you possess at least 5 out of those 7 characracteristics - I have CERTIFIED YOU AS A BOSS! You make the decisions, you call the shots. Play hard in the business of YOU! No one can conquer you if you are analytical. You simply think to much to get fucked over. You're too intelligent. No one will ever out class you, because with intellect you lead the ranks of class structure. I could go on and on, but men of TRUE distinction do not apologize for being elite. God Bless

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