***ADMIN NOTE***Hi all! Today we’re going to do things a little different…in fact we’re usually hearing from the female perspective but today we’re introducing a brother into the mix every Thursday…So without further ado…here’s Peyso! Enjoy!
There are some questions that will perpetually plague our society until the end of time. What does God look like? Can we really solve world hunger? Are the women of SSSO really as freaky as they say they are? I have seen many an argument about these topics and topics like these. However, there is one question that will force an otherwise civil conversation to explode with emotion. It makes the blog world cringe, a woman’s spine tingle and a man’s loin tremble. What makes a woman a gardening tool? While this can be debated until the cows come home, there are some things that will definitely get you labeled a bum cucket? If you bless the whole ball team, you’re probably a shmeez. If you got 3 kids and for each of them there is 8 possible baby daddies, you might be a shmut. If your nickname contains the word head or relates you to the Grand Canyon, there is a strong possibility that you are in fact a slore. If you sleep with a guy on the first night, you could be a hoe. OR NOT.
That’s right. Yea I said it. Just because you slept with a dude on the first night DOES NOT mean you are a bizz jasket. I know I’m going to catch a whole of flack, in my inaugural post (I’ve been looking for ways to say this since Tuesday) from both men and women. I think once I explain most men at least will agree with me. However, before we get into explaining my logic we have to set some parameters. We are not talking about a situation where you knew the other person for awhile and when ya finally decided to chill, you let him smash it out the door frame. This situation is way too complicated and will vary from situation to situation. I am talking about situations where this is literally the first time you have met the bol and you wake up the next morning looking for your bloomers.
Imagine this, it’s your birthday and you’ve been on strike from the pumpington for nearly 6 months. And ya girls take you out for your b’day. Your whole squad got the little black dresses on with ya freak’em pumps on and what not, even the ugly chick in the crew is looking good. You consume copious amounts of alcohol and you meet an attractive young man. Ya hit it off, he buys all the girlies drinks. He can dance. Ya have a great conversation. He owns a condo and works a good job. He spends practically the whole night with you. Ya go to breakfast afterwards and he doesn’t even hint at going back to your place or you going to his. Somehow, ya still end up at his place. He gives you the pumpington that you’ve been missing for 6 months and not in the way that he woulda gave it to a JO or a FwB, he cares a little bit. In the morning you cant find yo drawers but you wake up to him cooking you breakfast. Ya chill a tad bit longer then ya exchange numbers and he puts you in a cab.
I think most people would say that this situation is ok. I cant ever imagine spending the whole night at a club with a woman unless she was my SO and buying all of her friends drinks, even the one who drinks like a fish. I think that man deserves the cutty and it would actually be more hoish for a woman not to oblige. Don’t worry, the dude aint gonna think you a slore. You don’t spend that much time and effort on a slizzer. In the words of Andre 3000, “you’re just a woman who knows what she wants out of life”. Men determine your holigibility based on how much effort they had to put out. You could make him wait 5 years but if he aint ever had to put any effort out, in his mind you’re shmiggity. However, you can let him give you the business on the first night and because he put in so much effort, he’ll love you forever.
Don’t confuse the story I told with a dude letting only you and your 2 good looking friends come into VIP. They’re constantly shuffling in jawns in and out of their little BS VIP section. They poor alcohol down your throat straight from the bottle. Ya emulate sex on the dance floor. He tries to get it popped in his suped up Dodge Charger. If you let this man smash, you my friend are probably a tramp.
These are only my thoughts though. Is it ever acceptable for a woman to sleep with a man on the first date? If so, when is it? And fellas (if you’re out there), what are you thinking when it happens?