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. 
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Entry IV

All dreams don't come true

Before I knew it, I was in my room packing my things into my suitcases. The semester was finally over--thank God--and Lisa had yet to sleep with Terrell Smith, despite her many attempts to.


To me, it was actually sort of funny. Here was an egotistical male (Terrell) who would hump anything with two legs and a big ass (hey, a guy has to have some standards) and a girl (Lisa) that would spread her legs for any dude who met her criteria of three imperative things: male, male, and male.


Yet, nothing, nothing at all, had ever gone down between them. As a matter of fact, rumor had it that Lisa had showed up at his dorm room and he turned her down then kicked my girl out of his room. 


I don’t know if the situation of Terrell forcing her to leave really went that far, but I do know that Lisa NEVER reached her goal. Was it because girlfriend simply changed her mind about wanting to “do” Terrell? Or perhaps the rumor was true and Terrell thought she was just too slutty for his taste and refused to have his rep ruined by tagging Lisa along?


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