"Mitch and I would have a field day laughing. Sometimes we would be out on our dates-rushing to get home to see what was next with this girl.was a cross between annoying and entertaining because it was unheard of-the shit she was doing. It had gotten to the point where, I knew that if I did not confront her, she would do this forever-making it apart of her day like washing her ass was apart of her day.

I could tell. She did not mind harassing me. It took nothing away from her or tampered with her spirit or anything philosophical. It seemed to feed her and give her energy.

I had Mitch on phone freeze.

I asked him not to answer the phone while I was there and especially if I wasn’t there, just so I could see how long this would go on.

It would also let me know if he was calling her or creeping by her house too.

I’m a woman-so I know how women think.

The only thing this bitch wanted was a little bit of attention from Mitch, and the moment she got it, even if for an hour; I knew she would calm down-at least for a while.

I could tell that she was crazy enough about Mitch to break her calling pattern for as long as he could sell her on some “reason” for being with me until he was free to ride off into the sunset together. But even if he could sell her on something like that, I knew that the calls would start up again anyway. I know women. I know their moves. She was too messy and any thing he could do to tame her would definitely be short-lived.

But just like I know women, I know men.

Little did he know, her crazy consistency actually saved him, because if he did creep over to her house or talk to her; he wasn’t smart enough to tell her to keep up her crazy ass pattern.

He wasn’t methodical enough to do that kind of coaching. All he knew was that she was messy-period-so she got no play on the side after the cat was officially out the bag because he was smart enough to know that if for no other reason; she would love to have something over his head at this point. And because he did not want to lose me, the way I was blowing his mind in our relationship at this time; he would not have dared pulled that bullshit-at least not with her messy ass.

Those emotional messy chics are a wife and steady’s dream.
They tell everything. If wasn’t for them; half of the sneaky stuff that men do would never be found out. It’s those cooperative, quiet ones that roll with it all, and go for the ride that are the tough nuts to crack. You pretty much have to roll up on them and catch them in the act. But those hush-mouth ones are few and far between and most men who step out aren’t smart enough to know how to pick those kinds-that’s why they always get busted: out hoping they picked out some exotic bird yet wind up picking those singing canary’s instead.”

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