Am I just a "weekend *i***"

It's a vicious cycle... One wants to be my girlfriend and I'll tell her what she wants to hear all the while I want another but the other is with some duck ass blow pop dude who lets her go out every weekend and do whatever she pleases like she doesn't look good out here, and theres not guys like me out here!

Normally I'm not one to Dr.Phil with these girls out here (I'm lying, I kind of enjoy phone boning, it's all part of the hunt which I love) but she'll be venting about how he pisses all over the toilet seat and won't wash out the tub when he's done and about his dick... (I'm not gonna front like I'm a jake steed or anything but I've been told I've got a pretty big dick, so when we first 69'd she was kinda like in awe of how the piercing would feel and when we danced she was all about feeling it, so when we finally did jump up and down she was all like "I felt opened up, and I was so used to his size and when me and my BF did get going it would most likely pop out.")

Now I feel like that dude hearing this but even though it's good to hear I know she'll never stop fucking with dude no matter how good my penis is, and as much as I hate it, my homegirl was right, I'm just a "weekend nigga".

I'm witty and have been told I'm funny, I look fresh and am well put together when she sees me, I always smell like Lacoste Red, Sex Panther or John Paul Gaultier, I can dance, and I'm cool as fuck to be around... my homegirl says "You're like a weekend in vegas, you wanna go there once in awhile have a good time and get crazy but you don't wanna live there!"

Rats...