I hate skinny bitches.... too.....
Here I am on a Saturday night, long and stressful week it was. Thinking of an indulgence that involves dancing is a task on its own. Not in the mood of heading to the village, and mingling with the young reveling gay crowds, while the older ones are right on your case. I want something different, I want some sort of attention.
There it is, your call came through asking me to come along to a house party. Ooh what a nice alternative, I quickly dabbled through the closet to pick out my favorite pant that accentuates my rather big hip (what a hip for a guy, I need to have a chat with my mama), that seems a bit out of place with my slender body!
Here I am feeling confident about myself and you thought you could put a dent to that. "I hate skinny bitches!" were your words, my buddies were like "huh?". And you reaffirmed that, "I hate skinny bitches! I like men with some meat on them. But the skinny bitches, they think they can get what they want, sleep with all men, my 2 ex-bfs cheated on me with skinny bitches."
Am I one to apologize for being skinny? Nope! I simply ignored your ignorance, albeit jealousy. I felt like I needed to gain some pounds at that instant, but it barely lasted for 5 mins, I wanna dance tonight, I wanna flirt, I wanna shake what my mama gave, even though I am not very good at it, nothing aint getting in my way.
We stepped into the party, I made my rounds of saying hellos and sharing light-hugs with few people I know in there, need I mention cute guys too. There you are fuming with anger and jealousy. I pressed the "iggy" button, I asked for us to go get some drinks, we chilled at the corner doing some gossip, you called my attention to the cute guy standing by the door way, I acknowledged he's cute as well. You made it obvious you wanna hook up with him. I told you to go ahead and do your thing.
For some reason unknown, I found myself talking with your cute guy. I pressed the iggy button again after seeing the look on your face. You wanted to go downstairs for a smoke, I followed you but I had to leave you before you finished your smoke because some creepy guy was on my case. By the time you got back to the party you saw me exchanging numbers with some cute guy you've been apparently eyeing. Blame the fatal attraction, not me!!
At the end of the night you saw me leaving the party with your cute guy, he's only my ride, but you dont know that! You couldnt hide your anger by now and I thought its high time I stopped pressing the iggy button. Hence, I looked right into your eyes and said : "I HATE SKINNY BITCHES, TOO!!", while I sashayed my way out of the party!


