Cuffing Season is REAL as shit!

Note: These are ACTUAL texts and email quoted. Not trying to be messy. But...the truth makes for better stories than lies, right?

To cuff or not to cuff?
That is the question.

Urban Dictionary translates Cuffing Season as:

During the Fall and Winter months people who would normally rather be single or promiscuous find themselves along with the rest of the world desiring to be ‘cuffed’ or tied down by a serious relationship. The cold weather and prolonged indoor activity causes singles to become lonely and desperate to be cuffed.

Ex. Brittany: Why is everyone trying to holla at me this week, like outta nowhere?

     Tiara: You know  cuffing season is full effect, right?

     Brittany:  Oh yeah! You right. I know I wont be sleeping alone this weekend!

Anyway, you get it.

LOL

Not sure if this story is about cuffing or not, but it damn sure made me think about how serious it REALLY fucking is! Damn.

So, Ive just had a break up. Well, it happened mid-June. Its STILL fresh to me. Kiss my ass. I'm still tryna deal with it. Kinda. I was in love. That feeling doesn’t go away overnight. At least to me, it doesn’t.

Ive been doing a lot to keep myself busy. I think I do fun things.

After a great night of fun in the streets this past weekend, on my way to ONE last bar, I bump into a group of friends of the ex (one of them was male—he had the most chatter for me). I haven’t seen said friend in almost a year. So, we hug it out. Ask brief ‘what you been up to’s’ and we head our separate ways. (I'm not about all that extra chit chat cuz I don’t know where its going to go or how its gonna perceived. Or maybe cuz I was buzzy as shit and I didnt want my high to be blown. *shrug* So what? I like a few drinks on occasion.)

Anyway…a day later I get a hit on IG about contacting him. I ignored it the first time. Got that same message again, I sent him an email that I think his IG got hacked and he should check it out.

LOL (I'm so fucking naïve)

He says no. He meant for it to reach me cuz he wanted to ask me something. SIGH  

After a few emails here and there, he asks for my number. He texts me. We on the chitter chatter for a few hours. THEN it came out! SMH He says ‘A little birdy told me that you aren’t with Jayson anymore ‘(Fuck it, I still need to keep shit anonymous, right. Lots of petty fucks in these streets) ‘If its true, I see that as being in my favor cuz I been digging you since I met you’ (Remember, I met this man ONCE a year ago—Ok.) I roll my eyes at my phone. Then I respond, ‘Oh yeah? I told that birdy to keep its mouth shut. SMH Damn Stool Pigeon (I'm TRYING to keep it Kosher. A defense/deflection mechanism of mine) He laughs ‘LOL’ I say, ‘I guess that is convenient for you. Thank you tho. I'm flattered’ He says, ‘Youre welcome. Is this interest mutual?’

FUCK. MY. LIFE. AND. HIS!

I respond, ‘Ummm…we JUST broke up. I haven’t thought about dating/screwing/chilling/being a side chick AT ALL. See? That birdy shoulda kept its mouth shut. I'm not Jayson. He’s a bird. I'm not. Sorry. ’His response, ‘’JUST’?? I was led to believe that its been a few months since y'all broke up. Define ‘just’ This week? Last week?”

GTFOH!! I call him immediately, cuz I know how the power of the screen shot works and I'm NOT about that life! He doesn't answer my call. Typical. Bold on the keys but not by voice. Fuck it. I was a little upset. I mean, IS the Guy Code real or what? I mean, I know Jayson don’t REALLY have GOOD friends. *shrug* Maybe he's an associate of his. Either fucking way, I felt like Jayson MAY HAVE given like some green light authority over MY relationship status. What the fuck is that?? Whatever. This is how I felt and it was pissing me off. SMH I still don’t get it…whatevs.

So, I email him. And I kindly said:

‘Sorry, but I can't help but to feel a little disrespected right now. So, I would appreciate it if u not contact me anymore.
If I see you in public, I would never be rude. That's not how I am.

Please take what you offer to those fatherless bitches that don't know their worth and need free tickets and passes to validate them. (Cuz he offered me free passes to shows and movie tickets via his company #nshit. I wonder if I look like I cant afford a movie?? Mind boggling.)

I'm good.
I'll pass. Thanks but no thanks.

And remember, again, that those 'birdies' don't know shit. They will say whatever to get more seed.’

He responds, ‘You are taking this totally the wrong way. But OK.’

Fuck him.

I probably am taking it too far, but I just feel like, he don’t know my emotions. What the fuck I look like just jumping into that man’s/bed arms and he's that OTHER man's ‘friend’??

I know a lot of women thrive off of that. Not me. I may have done some fucked up things in my life, but no…that will never be anything that will make me proud. EVEN if he was SeanMuthafuckingCombs!! I have a daughter that I'm trying to raise to make sure that shes no Deer Park Heaux. I have to lead by example.

ANYDAMNWAY, no judgement to those that thrive off the cuff.  When I'm a heaux, I'm a good heaux. I don’t need seasonal changes to make me worthy. Cuff on that. *rolls eyes*