Dudes, be in or out. No half stepping in my life please. If I’m gonna give you my all then can you do the same please? I’m not into man sharing. No sneaking around. No double lives please. Just be real. Be honest. If you’re all in then cool. But if you’re not . . . then get out. Just go.
I’m not a supermarket. You can’t shop in my store and then just because you don’t get some item in my produce isle that you really want, you decide to go to the next store’s produce isle to shop. I am not Walmart. I don’t cater to the masses. Just be loyal and stick with me. No half steppers need apply to my life. I’m not the one. I’m not your private grocery store.
And if you decide that what I am is not really what you want . . . bounce. Leave. Don’t string me along. There’s other dudes out there that are looking for a woman of my caliber. Yes, MY caliber. I. Am. All. That. I am. No for real. I am. Total package. So if you can’t hang, just go. No hard feelings. Just be up front.
I hate being strung along. Life is really just too short for games. Leave the game playing for high schoolers. Have fun with that while you’re young. But then at some point we all have to grow up. We get older and things stop working the way they were before. Bones creak and crack. Things don’t stand at attention as they once did, if ya know what I mean. Eventually gravity works against everyone and skin sags and wrinkles. So if you’re looking for the younger version, they’re gonna creak and wrinkle and droop eventually too.
And don’t tell me you’re single if you’re really not. Don’t show me divorce papers to prove that you’re free and clear if your divorce is not officially finalized or you stopped the daggone divorce from being finalized. That’s such a waste of my time and emotional energy. AND a waste of your wife’s time too. And I’m sure she doesn’t want any half steppers either! SMH. And guess what? Living with someone totally means you’re NOT single! Ever heard of common law marriage? Look it up.
Nah. You don’t get to have your cake and eat it too. You don’t get to have big fun no more. You don’t get to play big daddy mack and spread your love all over at my expense. Nope. Half steppers need not apply to my life. My life is way too precious for you to infiltrate your way in. My life is sacred. My body’s a temple. And you WILL treat it accordingly. So if you’re really and truly not all in . . . git ta steppin.
