a booty call gone wrong/God don't like ugly

awww the wonderful world of booty calls. most of us have had them. some of us didn't know we were booty calls at the time, but it was easy to figure out. i had a booty arrangement. i call it an arrangement because it went on for about a year and then some. but i am not talking about that situation. i want to talk about the booty call that got away and for good reason. let me start with the man in question.

i will call him decatur because that's where he was from. i was a young virgin from a little town in virginia (how ironic) when i met decatur. after a summer with him, i was not so innocent. initially when we started our summer tryst, it was just supposed to be that: a summer thing. i was not interested in decatur at first, but after a few late night cuddles, kisses and Braves games; i was hooked. so hooked that i took him to meet my parents. i tried to fight all of the stereotypical feelings and emotions that come with losing your virginity, but i lost that battle. you see i violated a rule that i learned later in life, how you start it is how you finish it. so needless to say when I went back to college in the fall, decatur moved on to the next chick. it was hard for me to let go, but i did.
one of my supposed homegirls went to college with decatur and always keep me abreast of his doings. she saw him all the time because she was sleeping with his married best friend. yes i said it, married best friend. well on one of my many breaks from school, my supposed homegirl needed a ride to see her booty call (the married dude). i agreed to drop her off, but was not aware that they were meeting at decatur's house. i was anxious and did not know what to expect from the situation but i gathered my faculties and went inside. of course my supposed homegirl went upstairs with the married man to handle her business, which left me alone with decatur. he was asking me questions about school and how i was doing and i gave him one word answers. he apologized for how things went down and wanted me to come sit next to him. uh oh he comes trouble. i didn't move a muscle. he asked if he could come sit next to me.
"it's your house you do what you want."
now i could have said no, but he was still a cutie and he smelled all good and stuff. he sat next to me put his arm around me and told me i cold lay my head on his chest is i was tired. *swoon* my plan was falling all to pieces. i was supposed to hard, unmoving and unaffected by this dude. besides he had a girlfriend. i know i was dead wrong for that but I wanted him to see me and want me real bad. well that part worked, but i was having a hard time turning him down. decatur and i eventually moved are reunion to his bedroom so we could be a little more explicit. things were just about to get steamy when unexpectedly his girlfriend decided to come over. GOD DOES NOT LIKE UGLY. i had no idea what was going on but decatur was suddenly in a panic. he and his boy ern were exchanging words outside the door. next thing i know, i was being ushered from the bedroom while she was outside the front door. once i was seated on the couch with my clothing intact, the girlfriend went upstairs to a bed already warmed for her. my supposed homegirl was done humping at this time and we drove home, laughing all the way. i never saw decatur after that, but my supposed homegirl said he asked about me all the time and was concerned about how I perceived him. his concern made me chuckle. i chuckled because he should have been concerned about his girlfriend instead of trying to sneak an extra piece. i cannot put all the blame on him because i was just as wrong. the situation would have been much worse had his girlfriend known who i was and what i was about to with her boyfriend. and i was siting in the living room chilling with a smile on my face. so ugly and so wrong. things did not happen because they were not supposed to. God watches over babies and fools. guess which one i am.

MORAL: to reiterate - GOD DOES NOT LIKE UGLY