*Singing* I Hate Being The Boy

I hate being the boy in the relationship. The majority of the time I’m the one running shit. I know there is nothing wrong with being the shit runner, but I love my man to hold the dick sometimes.The issue I found was the men that were interested in me were also afraid of me. Well afraid is such a strong word, they were scared shitless of me. True enough I am a little intimidating at times, but that is no reason for a man to just hand over his balls. A man that is confident and knows how to handle himself, will always be on the top of my list. A lot of women face this issue, because they’re so strong minded weak minded men gravitate to them. The question is: Do you play the role that they obviously laid out for you, or do you try to let them lead?

Now I don’t know how I met these weak ass men, but for some reason unknown to me they liked my moxie. They were usually brothas with low self-esteem, that were always attracted to women who weren’t afraid to tell it like it T.I.IS. I remember one guy that was so “in love” with me, but was so afraid of me all at the same time. We met almost 7 years ago in college. At first we were cool, but for some odd reason we started dating. Back then I had this thing where I felt being alone just wasn’t the business I need to be in. If I wasn’t in a relationship I always kept a reserve on the side. You know regular college shit. He wasn’t really my type. He was buff and shit while I tended to go for the more fluffy guy. Either way he made me laugh and was cool. I noticed that there were times that he mumbled. He would say something and when I didn’t hear him and asked him to repeat he would always reply “Nothing”. At first I just thought I was hearing things, but then the more we were around each other the more shy he became. It got to the point I came out and asked him “Why the f*ck do you at like that”. I may have said it too loud for him and scared the poor thing because he started whimpering. Like a real damn whimper. I’m sorry, but I chuckled on that shit. I know laughing was probably not the best thing, but just imagine a buff, 6’0 ft, chocolate man whimpering cause I asked him a question.

After that I still kicked it with him, and the shit got worse. Not only did he start becoming more and more shy around me, I noticed I started becoming more and more controlling over him. I took his weakness and ran with it. I was now wearing the boxers and he was now wearing the lace panties with the pretty pink bow on the right side. Everything I said or wanted was a yes. He never countered me or told me his opinions. I couldn’t take that shit anymore. I tried in the beginning letting him be the man, but obviously his ass was more comfortable being subservient to me. I’m not saying that I don’t want a man to consider me or my feelings, but a woman wants a man that can not only consider her but also be strong for her. If something major happened I don’t want a man that’s gonna hide in the shadows. I need a man that steps up to the plate and can devise a plan of action.

So again…I HATE BEING THE BOY. The only thing that comes from it is a weak ass dude and his broken self-esteem which you happen to be in charge of. Damn I don’t know how in the hell Oprah does it. Po Steadman.