I’m a Pisces; I can have this conversation all night.

Recently, I have been in talks with my weedman about linking up outside of our business relationship.  Firstly, let me explain my sentiments on the subject: I pay a certain amount for a certain product.  Once we go outside business on a date, that all changes. The instant that we mix pleasure with business, I’m not paying for shit! Well, I might slide $10 every now and again.  With that said, I was telling Robanga about the potential changes in my business relationship.  As I explained to her, he and I were texting when I asked him what he wanted to do.  Let’s be clear: I will NOT meet with anyone before I know what we are doing, so this is why I inquired.  His response was, “Don’t matter, what you wanna do?” As I was depicting the text conversation in live stream to Robynga, and I told her what his response was to which I added, “I’m a Pisces; I can have this conversation all night [with my indecisive ass].” Obvi, he doesn’t know who he’s fucking with,  because unless he puts his foot down, we’re going to be going back-and-fourth on this matter all night, and we won’t be going anywhere…we didn’t go anywhere that night.