Laying next to her... I still smell the faint aroma of her favorite body wash... lilies and honey. Her body is so soft and and the scent coming from her is making me want her so much. Laying on her side, her ass is inviting me... I pull up next to her and breathe her in. I kiss her neck and a she smiles a little. I lick her ear... and she moans a little. I take my fingers and run them through her hair.... and I realize
THIS IS THE MA'FUCKIN FAKE OUT!!!!!
Tracks! Weave! Horse Hair!!!! What the fuck??? She told me that was all her.
On a few occasions, Ms. Khaki has dabbled in the weave game to take my naturally past the shoulder length hair to past the bra strap length but NEVER have i told a man that it was all mine. That just asks for trouble because he's gonna wanna touch.
Now, I have this pet peeve and it has been the deal breaker in a lot of my past relationships... NEVER TOUCH MY HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!! It started when I was a little girl and my cousin used to do my hair for me before school. This bitch- out of which one could assume was jealousy- would put shit like Elmer's school glue in my hair... and over the course of a month or two my long locks started to fall out and i was walking around looking like an Alopecia victim. Had little boys calling me Patches an' shit. So, since then I haven't let anyone touch my hair.Well, minus my mother and 2 hairdressers that I've had. Other than them, don't touch my shit. There have been a few that have tried... and I give the "what-the-fuck-you-doing?" face.
But back to my point... Ladies, stop lying on your tresses! He know that aint all you. The color don't match, your shit nappy at the root and the ends is bone straight. You got glue sitting on your scalp and thread mixed in the hair. Lace front peeling at the baby hair. Just stop it. Even if you find a good weaveologist to make your shit believable- or beweaveable if you will- you will get found out. Everybody in your family walking 'round with hair looking like the "before" Dr. Miracle commercial and you trying to perpertrate with these 22 inch long blond yaki's. Stop!
If you rocking tracks, tell him. Just say "if you pull out one of my tracks, im going to fuck you up". Point blank. After that, he'll know not to touch your shit. If you try to hit him with the Fake Out, out of curiosity, he's going to want to pull, tug, and run his fingers through your mane. How you gon explain a handfull of Milky Way?
Please dont end up the funny story in the barber shop... you know men talk just as much as we do.
Open this shit up for discussion.
Ladies, are you a weave wearer? If so, do you lie? Do you allow him to touch your head?
Men, how do you feel about this? Ever had this happen to you.
