Basquiat LITERALLY just moved out from his live-in boyfriend of 3 years. My dear friend Lincoln always says the best way to get over one man is to get up under another sooooo…..
Basquiat wasted little time doing so and doing Michel.
Michel was a guy who he’d been FRIENDS with while dating his ex. B and Michel spent oodles of time together brunching, shopping, and frolicking and playing the Eskimo way. The whole time, Basquiat made Michel well aware of his situation, and told him he wasn’t really looking for anything….Michel feigned understanding and claimed he was just out to have some fun. They had an agreement of sorts and it worked for them.
One night while we were out and drinking HEAVILY, Basquiat made the mistake of drunk dialing Michel and in his drunken stupor, asking Michel, a man he’d only been seeing/sleeping with for 3 weeks if he loved him.
Can of worms that should NOT have been opened.
In B’s defense (I got tired of typing Basquiat) he was REALLY DRUNK when he called. Not saying that excuses everything, but how many times have you done some dumb mess and blamed it on the A-A-A-A-A-A-Alcohol?
When I heard what he said, I snatched his phone from him and told Michel to completely disregard the conversation. He laughed and said he wasn’t taking B seriously and he would talk to him in the morning.
Michel.Did.Not.Mean.It.
While he should have dismissed what B was saying and just let the drunk pass, he was very young and hungry for the affection and attention he was getting from B. The fun stopped just being something to do & Michel turned up the heat. He began to lavish him with gifts and smother him as this was how he saw love.
Worst. Thing. Ever. To. Do. To. Basquiat.
I love the homie to DEATH but he is truly an air sign and much like Carmen Jones, can’t stand being confined, caged, or locked in.
He promptly took a freelance job in D.C. to put some space between himself and Michel and for a change of pace. Given that he was FRESH out of a relationship, I could completely understand his desperate need to be uncrowded.
Not taking the hint, Michel took the Bolt bus down to Chocolate City to visit and force his time upon Basquiat, who, admittedly, at the time welcomed the visit if for no other reason than for the ahem…loving.
While there, they were at a club and Basquiat saw an ex of his at a bar. Nothing inappropriate happened. The ex simply bought B a drink.
This set Michel into a proverbial tizzy. Michel caused a scene and continued to cause one FOR DAYS after about the disrespect he had endured.
Worst. Thing. Ever. To. Do. To. Basquiat.
Once Michel left, B stopped answering his phone. This prompted Michel to begin sending volatile text messages & curse out messages. At one point he even drunk dialed B while…ahem….”making out” with another dude so as to leave him a porn-ey voicemail. After playing it for me, (and making me HIGHLY uncomfortable,) I think B just used it for audio for his DIY sessions and then deleted it a few days later.
Don't go getting all squeamish 'cause I'm talking about boyboy action here. This tale of woe could and has been many dudes or chicks dealing with a clingy person.
Moral of the story:
Don't always assume the person you're fucking was in general education when they were in school.
I kid, I kid.
Real moral of the story is:
Not everyone is jumpoff material.
SHINE ON!!!
Smooches
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