Getting Older Makes You Dirty
It's Xilla, I'm back once again after a 2 day mini blog vacation. Actually put in some OT b/c my birthday is coming up in 2 weeks and I refuse to be broke since the birthday falls during rent week. I'm getting old, but no fret I'm aging like wine and my life is getting better by the minute... but I'm scared. Scared that I might be that dirty old man my mother always cut her eyes at whenever she took me to my step-father's barbershop to get my gumby, high top fade w/ 2 parts or HI-Low Slope sculpted ever other week. I noticed the problem when I was cruising the web for content for the site and found myself staring at my monitor for an hour straight looking at this picture.
Yes Rihanna seems to have gone through a growth spurt. (Noticed I said Rihanna and not that Planet Formerly Known as Pluto.) I've noticed as I got older my will to resist the pig like urges inside of me have damn near disappeared. I remember when I could walk by a woman whose ass was so fat you could see it from the front and not turn my head to catch a glance of the plump roundness of her onion booty. But these days I'm breaking my neck to glance at the rumps of females passer byers.
I remember one of the few times I seen my father, I had gave him a ride to the local KFC to get some chicken. We had just spent the whole day kicking it and shooting the shit. He had just recovered from being hit by a car and had been drinking all day when he got the sudden urge for some CHICKEN! We walked up to the counter and he ordered his meal w/ a beverage adding an extra dollar to the order. He came back to my spot in line and what was an attempt at a whisper said... "I wanted to tell her I wanted some of that TITTY MILK" as he proceeded to laugh in an old perverted way. I swear from his laugh alone you would have though he creamed his pants. I just shook my head as the girl looked at me and I apologized w/ my eyes.
Needless to say I didn't eat my food that day, I just knew there was a spit special encased in that bag. But I find myself not being able to resist staring at boobies when a females talks to me, or glances at asses and saying damn. No one ever says anything so I justify it as the female wanting the attention... I mean why else would she wear that super v-neck top that shows 85% of her bosom? Or those extra tight pants that cup her ass? I would write more in this blog but I'm ashamed of myself. So I ask the ladies who read BlogXilla.com how does it feel when you know a guy has undressed you w/ his eyeballs had his way w/ you and didn't even bother to give you his name?
