I love lightskin women. Lightskin Black. Mixed, Hispanic, you name it, I’m there. Well I have to worst luck with them. I have never done this is a blog before but I am going to name names and give real brief ideas about what happened.
Let’s start with the one that is on here Danielle. She was never really serious about us. She would always find other things to do and now she won’t come back, on that same bullshit. Christina granted she lived about 2 hours away but nothing really went down. Then she got this boyfriend who is a fucking joke. She’s like 23 he’s 22. He would be lucky to get a job at the Gap in the mall and now she’s pregnant by him. Valerie that lived in Vegas was good on messenger and on the phone but in person she treated you like you wasn’t even there. No consideration. She told me she would never consider moving then 2 years later she moves to Atlanta with some nigga and just had a baby. Linda, well I really didn’t like Linda outside of the bed room. She was about 6 or 7 years older. Well she is getting married to some old ass guy. She told me he was not that passionate but I guess you have to take what you can get. Kara, she wanted to have one of those hardcore fights and make up relationships. Too much drama. Well she is pregnant and getting married to a white guy. Nothing wrong with that. Quenesha came to see me. We had a great 3 days. We had talks of one of us moving to the other’s home town and everything. A week after she got home an ex came back and that was all she wrote for Omar. Tiffany, who was light than I thought, we cool. Great phone calls, good first date, the whole nine yards. She came to the house; we smoked and drank all night. The next morning we fooled around a little, I thought everything was good. Well she basically said that night I paid too much attention to her. I smothered her so she lost interest. Anya, well she lived far away. You know live an hour away inside of the same area is hard than her living an hour down one highway.
This list is getting long. I could go on for days. Now common sense would tell me “Omar maybe you need to switch the style up”. I can’t. I am weak for redbones. To tell the truth I show strength at times. When Kelly finally told me that she was real pregnant by someone else then left me, when she tried to come back, I shut that down. Jazzmin just wanted to move in because she is broke and has nowhere to go; well I shut that down too. This weakness goes back to high school. I remember being a senior in high school and sneaking to mess with this girl how had a boyfriend. I remember getting off the bus and walking an hour to this other girl’s house (that street was long). What am I to do? I have been telling myself that I will not let the next one go. I will do everything under the sun to keep her. However I will not get just anyone. I am in a pickle, I will tell you.
