The over packing male.

This post is inspired by a blog, that I had read and made me think of my ownself. lmao there I go again...being self absorbed. So what better to do on a rainy morning outside of work? or Sex? Blog, So here we roll.


I am:
A duder (obviously), single (i.e. playing the field with no main squeeze) I have/had a stable (more so collection) of ladies in my life that for some reason or another, I just might cant get rid of. As a result, I often tend to state that "The one for me" does not exist at all for me not one bit or, I have yet to me her Or probably lost her numerous times. Deadass though, when I scroll though my mental I often come across the following:

The “Crazy” Ex - (CX)
At one point in my life, I kept her number in my phone so I could avoid her calls or all together. When we were together, our relationship was nothing but stress and drama (depends on which ex of mines you pose this question/statement to) with some good sex thrown in, Oh yeah! Dont forget the attachment also because we all know that the crazier she was, the better the sex was deadass though.

The "Hell No! She's no hoe" friend (HG "Homegirl")
She is honestly and really one hell of a good friend to me. I’ve never shared any benefits, and she’s just od. Nah sayin? A really great friend also hey, it’s strictly platonic. no sexual attraction at all (maybe on her end ;)

The Friend who hands the pussy over (P.O.D) (Or Fakeass bestfriend)
We really did have an arrangement and seemingly that’s all there really is between the two of us. Though, on certain occasions I’ve been notorious to give her a call to just hang out, also sometimes that hanging out feels something more like a date (Even if the failed relationship with your other bff didnt work). It’s a really nice feeling to me atleast, so now I might call her up if I'm bored (and no one else is available) and want to go see a movie or dinner, Hell I'll maybe get some after…

The Random Twat (TRT)
Ma was a random freethrow from a few months back, hell maybe a year ago and it was worth a hit for this full moon out. But I have my P.O.D., so I don’t really need to call her, but if my plan with the p.o.d fails, I have this (adrenaline twat) to fall back on.

The Swimmer (TS)
She’s kinda like the HG, except mamio is not a friend. She could be someone I work with, or maybe know through a friend. But after a few choice meetings, this woman probably knows my favorite colors, my favorite positions (even though she hasn’t had the pleasure),My favorite teams and maybe possibly even knows that you have a CX or 3 or 4. How so you ask? Simple, remember when your crazyass ex showed messaged you on FB, looking for “closure” and you used the "Swimmer" as a prop girlfriend? Yeah sounds about right.

The Mamio that Got Away (TMTGA)
Lol Le Sigh… I wonder if her number is the same, hard to figure out why we never worked out yeah? I realized after it drifted that there may have been something there, but somehow it got fucked up. I wish those times I would have in the past drunk texted & called her. Maybe she Wouldn’t respond or may have.

The New Chapter (TNC)
I wish I could say that just met her, and I think there could be something there. but just in case, I won’t delete the numbers of any of the above…Why? Because you do not exist in my fantasy right now. I wish it was different, Though it is not for now. Just me lost in the single world...An you havent fluttered my way just yet....*Le Sigh*

You just can’t let go can you? No, I try to seemingly I do a horrible job at it. I remind myself of them people on that show called "Hoarders", sometimes they just can’t let go of shit; they believe they need to keep hold. Do you know what the hell happens to these people? They fucked around and end up being trapped by their own shit. That’s what typically happened to me my friend. I got kinda trapped by some of these women. Life is catching up with me, and I realized I was sorta trapped. I might not get to meet anyone new. An having actual friends (I.e. Juli B & Booty D) outside my bros, I’ve had the opportunity to watch myself how they see me. When I add to my collection and it’s impressive. If I say so myself...*distantly hears Booty D voice* (Bitch please our friendship began because I am his ex…and just about every broad knows who I am)


I was keeping them around because it felt good: deadass it fed my lil ego (Yes I do have one, I'ma damn guy for crying out loud!). Deadass, keep in mind that those above descriptions are not all my friends…hell but me the Hoarder?

Yeah, I am a Hoarder. Now is there anything wrong with Hoarding? Fuck yes! I could be stringing along women who are fully aware of my own actions, and maybe even judge me accordingly. Or they could completely be oblivious to my motivations (and fucked up past) when made aware of these, they could resent you. This is the reputation I am risking on putting out there ma. Let me put it this way:

I have to stop!!

(I’ll give you a minute to think…)

Do you see the signs? Are you thinking why haven’t "Sincere" met her? It’s probably because I might have already, but she couldn’t see me past all that garbage cluttering up my fucked up romance life. The majority of women can tell when us dudes are a Hoarder even if they don’t admit it to their-self.

So I’ll tell you what I told him: it’s time to clean house deadass though. Hope you enjoyed.