Back story on this was this chic who thought she was breaking me down telling me about myself since she thought knew some things about me. She kept highlighting my past with women. I told her although I got alot of bodies I can remember some names whether they be screen names, real names, IG names, nicknames etc. or number. I remember some thing if they had significant or memorable about them like good p*ssy or something. I own that but along with that I can remember everyyyy female I was in a relationship with.
Now back when me and this chic was dating I remembered the shyt she told me about her past but also did my own research and knew about her being on blackpeoplemeet, christianmingle, POF (where I met her) and even when she was "cutiewithabootie" "discrete1908" on blackplanet chatrooms and her MySpace back in the day from High school. So during the dating phase she told me about losing her virginity in hs, the Kappa she dated in college, she lived with some dude in Chicago while in grad school, the party promoter and the Haitian car salesman she lived with while out in NJ. So that's what, 5 nikkas? OK. So back then I said cool, 5 nikkas is acceptable but I know to multiple any number a bytch tell you by 3 so in actually its 15 nikkas.
I grew skeptical of the way she would always try to portrait herself to be squeaky clean and without fault. So while trying to tell me about myself she saw fit to tell me that unlike me she only had 3 relationships and told me all 3 again so I was like" wait what about the nikka in Chicago and the Haitian you sued for his half of the rent." So she was like "what nikka in Chicago?". I said "you told me you had a whole nikka in Chicago you used to live with". She said "I don't even remember his name". So right then and there I started spilling the beans.
. I said the nikka in hs, she said he don't count, I said the kappa, Haitian, promoter, Chicago nikka. Then I piled on elChapo from POF, the nikka you met when went you back to Clark, the nikkas you met at the 40/40, the nikka you called the dusty nikka, the nikka on MySpace you said you loaned money to, another nikka in Chicago that got the same name as me (that's why I had her call me QUA) Her mouth dropped and she asked how I knew all that information, I told her "you tooollllld me, I just remembered and you trying to be fukking squeaky clean can't keep your lies straight". I then asked again "how you forget you lived and was in a relationship with the Chicago nikka but remember everything about my ass and wtf I did down to the date"? So I felt sad for her in this moment because this the type shyt females do. We parted ways with "fukk you nikka" and "fukk you too bytch"
Now back when me and this chic was dating I remembered the shyt she told me about her past but also did my own research and knew about her being on blackpeoplemeet, christianmingle, POF (where I met her) and even when she was "cutiewithabootie" "discrete1908" on blackplanet chatrooms and her MySpace back in the day from High school. So during the dating phase she told me about losing her virginity in hs, the Kappa she dated in college, she lived with some dude in Chicago while in grad school, the party promoter and the Haitian car salesman she lived with while out in NJ. So that's what, 5 nikkas? OK. So back then I said cool, 5 nikkas is acceptable but I know to multiple any number a bytch tell you by 3 so in actually its 15 nikkas.
I grew skeptical of the way she would always try to portrait herself to be squeaky clean and without fault. So while trying to tell me about myself she saw fit to tell me that unlike me she only had 3 relationships and told me all 3 again so I was like" wait what about the nikka in Chicago and the Haitian you sued for his half of the rent." So she was like "what nikka in Chicago?". I said "you told me you had a whole nikka in Chicago you used to live with". She said "I don't even remember his name". So right then and there I started spilling the beans.
. I said the nikka in hs, she said he don't count, I said the kappa, Haitian, promoter, Chicago nikka. Then I piled on elChapo from POF, the nikka you met when went you back to Clark, the nikkas you met at the 40/40, the nikka you called the dusty nikka, the nikka on MySpace you said you loaned money to, another nikka in Chicago that got the same name as me (that's why I had her call me QUA) Her mouth dropped and she asked how I knew all that information, I told her "you tooollllld me, I just remembered and you trying to be fukking squeaky clean can't keep your lies straight". I then asked again "how you forget you lived and was in a relationship with the Chicago nikka but remember everything about my ass and wtf I did down to the date"? So I felt sad for her in this moment because this the type shyt females do. We parted ways with "fukk you nikka" and "fukk you too bytch"
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