My p*ssy stock is up, I don't have to sell.

I have never been the type of girl who thought her sh!t don't stink. I have physical and personality flaws just like every other homosapien walking the planet, and however many times a day, month, year, my self-esteem fluctuates I have never been so down on myself that I let a man take advantage of me.

My junior year in high school, the second day of school a young man who shall remain nameless approached in an attempt to "holla" at me. The first time he "holla'd" I politely declined, unfortunately I had multiple classes with him. He continued in his attempts and around 6th period I was tired of this ninja, so the next few times I declined were no longer polite. At the point that he began to get embarrassed he decided to lash out at me in a very public manner.

His exact words were "Oh, just cause you aight(looking) you think you can talk to people any kind of way?"

Me: Yes.

Over the course of the year he began to pick on me, I then began to ignore him. The following year he was back onto my clitoris in all manner of suck uppiness. Until one day on the bus embarrassed by my silent treatment he asked:"Are you gay?"

Me: No, why do you ask?
Him: Because you don't like me, and if you don't like me you must be gay.
Me: *blank stare* reinstates silent treatment.
Him: Or you don't like hood niggas like me, you like them niggas who tuck they shirts in and go to class everyday. (No, but for real he actually said this.)

Yet and still he made it his mission to "get" or "pull" me. Needless to say he failed.

I shared that story to bring you to my current situation. A young man I met my freshman year in college is continuously upset with me because I do not communicate with him as often as he would like. And I believe he has a girlfriend to boot. It's like he's trying to make me a ho and a homewrecker.This young man gets angry and I'm not sure if he can tell by the high levels of indifference when he expresses his anger but I do not give a f*****ck.

He is emotionally and  physically invested in me, not the other way around. Which means my p*ssy stock is through the roof and rising daily, and he is losing his time and energy trying to buy shares that are not available to the public. Foolish isn't it? And in his mind I'm the one who can't get right.

He, and a few other gentlemen callers just do not seem to understand the predicament they are in. I don't have to be kind, considerate, or even aware of ole boy cause whether I give him that becky or the finger I'm still getting the "wyd?" text the next day. Let's call a spade a spade. You want something that I have, true you could go somewhere else to get it, but you won't, which means:

KinkyWonder:1. Ninjas:0

Now good people I'm not trying to be a bish, I'm simply stating facts. If my ish was on the market right now it'd be right up there with Google and Microsoft.