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Catch Me Elsewhere
In a relationship, I am a very sexual person…almost along the lines of a nympho. Okay, a little too much info but I’m trying to draw a picture for you…follow me.
If you have been reading my blog, you may know that I was in a long distance relationship and when I saw my bae…it was on.
This past July, we made plans to celebrate both of our birthdays in Vegas. We hadn’t seen each other in about 2 months and let’s just say that I couldn’t wait. I was planning on putting in major work and I did…so much so, my bae almost died!!
Things were getting real good and when that magic moment arrived, he could not breathe. No, he’s not a big guy! But really…he literally ended up off the bed and on the floor on all fours saying that he couldn’t catch his breath! I’m hysterical wondering if I should call 911, call the front desk for a defibrillator or run up and down the hall yelling, “Is there a doctor in the
While trying to figure out WTF to do, I heard myself saying over and over again,”Calm down. Just relax. Take deep breaths…” All the while praying that I didn’t have to have a real Color Purple experience and explain that he “died on top of me,” like Celie’s father.
Thank God, he was okay and I didn’t have to explain to anyone how my bae died after I put Sunshine on him. SHMD! I got to be more careful.