In a nutshell, this blog a sequence of short memoirs that narrate my encounters with a man named Terrell Smith who desires my company. Terrell Smith dreams of playing in the NBA, but in the meantime keeps himself busy having casual sex, and plenty of it, with random girls who have their own fantasies of sleeping with the upcoming star of the basketball team. Keep up with each one of my posts to see if Terrell will ever reach his ultimate goal: to get ME in bed. And what about his narcissistic pals on the basketball team? Follow my posts and we'll see if they are as ambitious as Terrell. These stories are true but small details like characters' names, names of places, and bits of dialogue may be edited or deleted so as to protect other's identities and/or deprive anyone of their rights. 
7:13 PM / Posted by Six-inch Walker /

Entry III

I wanna “do” Terrell Smith

Fact: I am not a man. I’d like to think that I understand men, that I know how men think, and what they want, yet the fact of the matter is that I don’t because I have never nor will I ever have a penis (not that this is something that I desire). Still, if there is one thing that I have learned it is this: If a woman puts herself up for sell on the clearance rack a man is not going to raise her price. It’s not his duty, nor in his interest to. A man—and anyone else for that matter—will only see you the way you present yourself. I believe that every woman should place herself high on a pedestal. In her mind, she should be a Queen. Also, she should demand that every man who dares to ask for some of her time treat her like a Queen. And she should only welcome in men that are up to her standards. Her sex should be a gift presented to only those who prove themselves worthy. 

With that in mind, when I met Lisa Anderson, a friend of Emily’s, let’s just say that Queen was on the opposite side of her spectrum and I was in for some serious neck twisting, eyebrow scrunching, and lip frowning, especially when she announced to Emily and I that her main objective was to “do” as many guys as possible before the school year was over. Lisa’s next target? None other than the infamous Terrell Smith. 

My goal was to make it onto the Dean’s list by the end of the semester and hers was to sleep with the freshman rookie of the basketball team? Come on, it could've at least been the star of the team. 


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