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. 
10:11 PM / Posted by Six-inch Walker / comments (0)

Entry V


Troy Mann, the quintessential college baller—an asshole—probably had more muscle than brains. Though some may have agreed that he had a reason to be, he was as conceited as Remy Ma and Kanye West put together. However, in some twisted bizarre way, Troy Mann wasn’t who I expected him to be. Don’t be mistaken; he was still an asshole, it’s just that I never anticipated that Troy would ever have been shy. Emily claimed it was because I “intimidate men”. I just didn’t understand how someone who was so forward and commanding with other girls could barely hold a conversation with my twin sister and damn near stared at his feet the entire time, occasionally pressing random buttons on his phone to avoid likely eye contact (the same night Terrell bumped me in the dinner). I thought (clearly wrong) that Troy would be the one to grab a girl by her arm, stare at her with his squinted eyes, and seduce her. 

Needless to say, when Troy left a Facebook message on my wall that read, “Wat up Danielle” I was floored. I didn’t know whether to be surprised or worried, so I settled for flattered and wrote a response on his wall almost immediately. 

Hey, Troy. I’m good. How’s school? I heard it was boring down there (without me) lol

He replied: Lol its cool up here how's home coming along?

I wrote back: it's horrible...this is the worst summer...so boring, my parents are driving me crazy and i can't find a job

He never responded to my message. Christina and I sat in front of the computer screen and waited and waited. I began to wonder. I glanced over to Christina who shrugged her shoulders with a face just as confused as mine. Then a private message was sent to my inbox. 

Danielle, what’s your number?


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