The Revival

OK, Operation Hateration is back in effect. I can't go into detail. I have reason to believe that my blog is being monitored by people that are not supportive of my cause. I have WASTED time I can't get back, thinking that this would blow over. After light observation, it is clear that neither party will do as planned and ruin this on their own, thus outside interference is needed. As usual, I will keep you posted of my progress.

Termination

Taji wanted me to investigate how Connie felt about him. He wouldn't have asked if he lived with us. She has been grinning from ear to ear since he came to visit. So I asked her on a scale of 1 to 10 how she felt about him and she said an 11. Operation Hateration officially terminated until further notice.

Grunt and Eye Roll

I can not find my keys.
The party was a bust.
My feet hurt.
So I return home to find Taji greeting me at my door.
Grunt. Eye Roll.
I come into my room and kick off my shoes, just for him to tell me I was not gone long. Apparently, I was not gone long enough for his taste. Apparently, two and a half hours is not long enough to bang my roommate and piss your territory.
Am I mad at Taji? No. He is one of my best male besties. I am mad at myself for thinking I would be cool with this. I get highly uncomfortable when a man, friend or foe, is in my space. And sure, he is in Connie's room, but it doesn't matter, because it's still the house I am living in for the time being.
It is one something in the morning. He still is not gone. I am sitting here, earphones in, listening to the love below on high, wishing upon a star that he is gone when I wake up. If not, I'm sorry, but I think that I will have to begin Operation Hateration. I hope it doesn't come to that.

Love Connection

Taji is coming over tonight to meet Connie, and all I can think about is what a terrible idea this whole thing was on my end. All I can think of is me waking up to Taji naked cooking eggs in the kitchen. Gross.
This whole thing has taught me to think before I speak. Now, if this goes south, it will be my fault for mentioning it. And if it works out, it will be my fault for mentioning it.
OK, this may have something to do with me being a control freak, but I hate it when my friends get to know each other because in the past, if they ended up hating each other, they both got mad at me! Why didn't you tell me she was an ass? Why didn't you tell me he was a dick? It's bad business all around.
If I hear them doin' it, I swear, I will hang myself from my ceiling fan. Again, gross.

The Reward System

The other day Connie told me that she didn't think that she would have sex with Taji because she actually likes him. Apparently, men she doesn't like are worthy of sex because they are disposable- just quick sex.
If there are other women that think like this, then no wonder most men are COMPLETE dicks! They are getting rewarded with vagina for their deplorable behavior. I swear, every day I get another piece of the puzzle.

The Bad Idea

Remember when I told you that I was setting up my roommate Connie and my friend Taji?
OK, from the moment that I said it, I knew that it was a bad idea. But it was one of those things that just gets put in the air and you can't take it back! After they saw each other's pics, I got hounding from both ends. Give her my number. When is he coming over for dinner? Sigh. I sat on it as long as I could.
What caused the change of heart? Well, after some mild deliberation, I decided that it may not be such a grand idea to hook up the two most sexually charged people that I know, especially when I live with one! Connie already walks around in her undies. The day that I walk out of my room for a late night potty visit and Taji is naked, peeing in the bathroom, is the day that I just drop dead!
Taji had been texting me like crazy for contact info and Connie had been dropping hints all last week, talking about how much she needed ass. So, kicking myself, I handed Taji the digits, just to come home an hour later and see that they were already talking on the phone.
You all know how much I hate to be a blocker, but I'm sorry. I have NO desire to hear two of my besties smashing! And believe me, if phone cakin' has already occurred, sexin' is on the way.
Maybe I am wrong and this will turn into a whirlwind, innocent love affair. But I doubt it very seriously. Next time I will keep my mouth shut.

Matchmaker

For as long as I can remember, I have been a matchmaker. Sadly, I can not say that I have been the best one or had the greatest results, but it is something that I enjoy doing.
With that being said, I have decided to try and hook-up Taji and Connie. Connie, of course, is the roomie, but I am not sure if I have mentioned Taji before. He is my buddy from high school, one of the few boys in my life that I can tolerate. Muslim. Divorced. Has a kid. Hella smart and really, really light skinned? Not ringing a bell? Anyway, he is cool.
The first stage is over. They have approved of each other's Facebook pictures. I have invited Taji over for dinner sometime next week, and I have to say, I am excited about it.
Why would Connie and Taji make a cute couple? Well, they are both cute. They are both short. They are both cool, and they are both REALLY into sex, to say the least. I smell love in the air:) I shall keep you posted. I have a gut feeling that this is going to work out. However, knowing my life, it could also be a complete and total disaster.