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My nigga just called and was wildly buzzing my bell because he wanted to come over for five minutes. Five minutes? You know what that means, don't you? I said no, but when I say no I kind of whine it, like "No, Nakiki!" Why are all the men I'm involved with after sex? I can never have a man best friend. What is that? I don't know. If you have a man as a best friend does the relationship ultimately end in sex? I think it would. I can't see having a man for a friend when sex isn't involved. I don't know what it's like to have a man for a best friend for about two years, then marrying the friend and then having sex. What is that? Sounds like a foreign language to me! The reason I said no to my nigga was because if I die soon I'm not going to have fornication risk where I spend eternity. I enjoyed having fun with him, like eating pizza fifteen minutes before my bedtime, (the leftover slice tasted so good the next day) and I know continually not having sex with him will result in him straying. It's okay. Even if he doesn't call me again to wish me a happy birthday, it's okay. I'm used to having so much rejection. He's going to turn it around and say I rejected him by not putting out. Oh boy. You can't find a good man in this neighborhood. Look, I just stay inside. I won't even go out to buy my dearly beloved Gummi Savers. I won't even got to the park. There's something about walking down J.C. streets I don't like, like I'm absorbing my surroundings. Yech. My pores are dirty. Better wash.