DRAMA? I planned to be a father SOMEDAY. Men are not groomed to dream about PRINCESS charming. Women have tendencies to confuse sex for intimacy. I enjoy being single. And I support PLANNED PARENTHOOD. So what do you do when your FRIEND wants more than benefits? Men don't have any say. I'm handling my responsibility. I thought she understood. But she was dead wrong if she thought having a BABYwith me would turn us into THREE!
We were cool for years. No games just sex. She knew the deal. I wasn't stringing her along or promising more. We maintained very clear rules. We always practiced safe sex and she was also on the pill. Neither of us had any kids or wanted any, so I thought. One day, she tells me to come through. Her roommate is away, so we have the whole house. Our sexual chemistry was always on point. But that night, she seemed more freaky. She told me she wanted to "FEEL" it. I wasn't thinking with the right head. Two months later, she says she's pregnant. I felt like KAIN from Menace to Society. "It ain't mine"? I was feeling set up. My life was spinning out of control. Booty calls turned into I love you calls. My friend NOW wanted to be my woman. I would never make this woman my wife. But she would ALWAYS be my baby mama. I was in shock. I finally accepted my status. I am going to be a father. After months of NOT playing house, my daughter was born. To this day, she claims she doesn't know how she got pregnant......So interesting since she also doesn't know how my name got submitted to child support.
Still Single
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
IS IT ME OR DID HE JUST NOT GET........
the hint! I'm open to meeting different people. I appreciate the sport of dating. Every date is not a love connection. But what if the date your on, is the worst date you ever had? You have nothing in common. You have nothing to talk about. You are watching the ice melt in your glass. Your waiting for him to end the agony and he mentions DESSERT?
I'm in my twenties. When someone offers to take me out, I'm usually game. My girlfriend hooked me up with a co-worker. I had all his vitals. Single, no kids, working on his masters degree and had his own place. DING! I noticed that he was little shy over the phone. I figured he would open up in person. We decided to meet at one of my favorite restaurants. From the moment we saw each other, he complained about there being too many white people. At first it was funny. Then it was annoying. WE are both from VA, duhhhhh. You are going to see some white people. I was trying to make the best out of a bad date. It wasn't happening. I started imagining other things that I could be doing with my time. "I surely had some coins to roll"? I had never felt so anxious to end a date. When the waiter came to take our order, I excused myself to the ladies room. While looking in the mirror, I decided "I'm going to leave". I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. I peaked out the door, he wasn't looking. I slid pass the host and shot to my car. I had conjured up a good, "I started my period story" for when he called. About an HOUR later, my phone rang. I wondered what took him so long. He asked me was I ok, apparently he didn't realize I had left? I was done. I told him strait up. "The date was WACK, so I left". He then proceeded to ask could he come over. I told him to lose my number and I hung up. He was more SHALLOW than HAL! Wasn't he on the same BAD date as me? Apparently not, he text me "whats up" the next day.
Still Single
I'm in my twenties. When someone offers to take me out, I'm usually game. My girlfriend hooked me up with a co-worker. I had all his vitals. Single, no kids, working on his masters degree and had his own place. DING! I noticed that he was little shy over the phone. I figured he would open up in person. We decided to meet at one of my favorite restaurants. From the moment we saw each other, he complained about there being too many white people. At first it was funny. Then it was annoying. WE are both from VA, duhhhhh. You are going to see some white people. I was trying to make the best out of a bad date. It wasn't happening. I started imagining other things that I could be doing with my time. "I surely had some coins to roll"? I had never felt so anxious to end a date. When the waiter came to take our order, I excused myself to the ladies room. While looking in the mirror, I decided "I'm going to leave". I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. I peaked out the door, he wasn't looking. I slid pass the host and shot to my car. I had conjured up a good, "I started my period story" for when he called. About an HOUR later, my phone rang. I wondered what took him so long. He asked me was I ok, apparently he didn't realize I had left? I was done. I told him strait up. "The date was WACK, so I left". He then proceeded to ask could he come over. I told him to lose my number and I hung up. He was more SHALLOW than HAL! Wasn't he on the same BAD date as me? Apparently not, he text me "whats up" the next day.
Still Single
Monday, August 29, 2011
LOOKS FADE, BUT WEALTH IS.....
Forever! I don't date men JUST for material gain. I wasn't THAT type of woman. He just loved to buy me things. I knew I shouldn't have accepted his gifts. I was embarrassed to be seen with him. He was just so ugly. I wasn't the least bit attracted to him. And I knew he wanted more. I had no more excuses. I had to call it off. But he just bought my new Gucci? Men date women for superficial reasons all the time. What was wrong with wanting to be spoiled? I'm not a GOLD DIGGER! Or am I?
The lights were really low. I knew he was tall, but I couldn't really see his face. We talked the next day and he invited me for drinks. I was immediately impressed with his choice of venue. He saw me first and I had to act like I knew who he was. He wasn't just not my type. He was atrocious. His teeth were decayed. His hair was receding and his head was oddly shaped. But he was dressed really nice. Over dinner, I found out that he was a VP at a brokerage firm. He had a million dollar home and property in the Hamptons. I knew that shouldn't have made a difference, but it did. I felt like Demi Moore from Indecent Proposal. Unfortunately, he wasn't Robert Redford. We had only kissed a few times. He never said, but I knew he expected something more in return. I decided to maintain my integrity. "I will not sleep with this man for nice things". We were heading to his house and as usual he had a surprise for me. It was time. I was ready to call it quits. When he opened the door, there were rose pedals all over the floor and five blue boxes. "Pick one", he said with no hesitation. I was speechless. I knew what needed to happen. A few minutes later, we were in his bed making love. I could grow to love him. "Could you dim the lights a little more?" Maybe Ill just keep my eyes shut. I was determined to make this work. The morning after, I left him a note declining his proposal. I thought I could break the spell. I guess in the end I'm not truly BEAUTY, because when this joker woke up he was surely still a BEAST.
Still Single.
The lights were really low. I knew he was tall, but I couldn't really see his face. We talked the next day and he invited me for drinks. I was immediately impressed with his choice of venue. He saw me first and I had to act like I knew who he was. He wasn't just not my type. He was atrocious. His teeth were decayed. His hair was receding and his head was oddly shaped. But he was dressed really nice. Over dinner, I found out that he was a VP at a brokerage firm. He had a million dollar home and property in the Hamptons. I knew that shouldn't have made a difference, but it did. I felt like Demi Moore from Indecent Proposal. Unfortunately, he wasn't Robert Redford. We had only kissed a few times. He never said, but I knew he expected something more in return. I decided to maintain my integrity. "I will not sleep with this man for nice things". We were heading to his house and as usual he had a surprise for me. It was time. I was ready to call it quits. When he opened the door, there were rose pedals all over the floor and five blue boxes. "Pick one", he said with no hesitation. I was speechless. I knew what needed to happen. A few minutes later, we were in his bed making love. I could grow to love him. "Could you dim the lights a little more?" Maybe Ill just keep my eyes shut. I was determined to make this work. The morning after, I left him a note declining his proposal. I thought I could break the spell. I guess in the end I'm not truly BEAUTY, because when this joker woke up he was surely still a BEAST.
Still Single.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
YOU EVER BEEN HIT ON BY SOMEONE.....
in a wheelchair? When you have been single for along time, you start to consider different types of people. You might think of someone from another race. You might try a different religion. So why not try someone who has a disability? What if the love of your life, has life limitations?
I've been "hey babied" plenty of times. This time was different. He was in a wheelchair. At first, I just ignored him. Then I looked at him. He was kind of cute. I became immediately infatuated with the concept of being with someone who was so vulnerable. I wanted to take care of him. Although I loved sex, I wanted something more than just a physical connection. He was so expressive with his words. I guess since he wasn't able to physically show his affection. I was not the kind of woman who cooked and cleaned for a man. For him, I would cook his favorite meals and run all of his errands. He would write poetry and read to me. We were so in sync. To think, I was going to pass him by simply because he was in a wheelchair. I had never met anyone like him. Our relationship was unique. It made me feel special. One day I decided to surprise him. To my surprise, I opened the door and saw some girl giving him head. I was shocked and confused. "I thought he couldn't have sex"? He told me that he thought I was a GOOD GIRL. I had romanticized who he was. When actually, he was just like any other guy. He enjoyed casual sex and wasn't ready to commit. Go figure, he wasn't as disabled as I thought.
Still Single.
I've been "hey babied" plenty of times. This time was different. He was in a wheelchair. At first, I just ignored him. Then I looked at him. He was kind of cute. I became immediately infatuated with the concept of being with someone who was so vulnerable. I wanted to take care of him. Although I loved sex, I wanted something more than just a physical connection. He was so expressive with his words. I guess since he wasn't able to physically show his affection. I was not the kind of woman who cooked and cleaned for a man. For him, I would cook his favorite meals and run all of his errands. He would write poetry and read to me. We were so in sync. To think, I was going to pass him by simply because he was in a wheelchair. I had never met anyone like him. Our relationship was unique. It made me feel special. One day I decided to surprise him. To my surprise, I opened the door and saw some girl giving him head. I was shocked and confused. "I thought he couldn't have sex"? He told me that he thought I was a GOOD GIRL. I had romanticized who he was. When actually, he was just like any other guy. He enjoyed casual sex and wasn't ready to commit. Go figure, he wasn't as disabled as I thought.
Still Single.
I HAD TO ADMIT......"I DONT LIKE.....
YOUR KIDS"! It was terrible. But I just don't like them. When your over thirty years old, its difficult trying to find a; single, good looking, financially stable man who doesn't have at least one child. A man who takes care of his children is beautiful. I actually like children. I believe someday I will be a great mother. But what if the person you are starting to fall for has TWO bay bay kids whose mother is even worst? If I NEVER love his children could he TRULY ever love me?
We met through some mutual friends. My girlfriend swore I would like him. She was right. She had mentioned that he had two children from a previous relationship, but he was still a good catch. I've dated men with children before. They are not typically my first choice, but the season had been dry. After a few REALLY good conversations, we met for dinner. He was poised and educated. I appreciated the way he listened and offered good responses. Our relationship was going strong. We had been seeing each other for about three months. He never mentioned meeting his children. I was ok with that. I wanted to get to know him first. Another month had passed, he told me that he was taking his children to the park. He asked me to join them. I was a little hesitant, but figured it was time. I was starting to have genuine feelings for this man, so I wanted to make a good first impression. When I arrived at the park, he waved me over. I eagerly jogged over to the jungle gym, prepared for some play. He introduced me to his daughter, Nache. I spoke, "hi Nache"! She was only nine, and we stood almost eye to eye. She was about 120pds and didn't seem nice. She ignored my hello and rolled her eyes. He then introduced me to his son, Nicolas. I figured I would have a better shot with a boy. Nicolas was four and still wearing a pull up. I'm not a parent, but that seemed odd. He appeared to be a little shy, but I was determined to win him over. After I wiped off all the dust he kicked on my clothes, I decided this was just a bad time. I tried everything; toys, clothes, outings. I even ignored their mothers rude comments over the phone when I answered. I decided to tell him how I felt. He told me that his children was his world and maybe I didn't understand because I wasn't a mother. At first I was hurt, then I was angry. I proceeded to tell him that when I am a mother, MY daughter will not need Jenny Craig at NINE and MY son will not be pissing on himself at FOUR. The relationship was over. A few weeks later I ran into them at the grocery store. He spoke and his daughter just growled. I swear if she had put her hands up, it would have been ON!.....
Still Single.
We met through some mutual friends. My girlfriend swore I would like him. She was right. She had mentioned that he had two children from a previous relationship, but he was still a good catch. I've dated men with children before. They are not typically my first choice, but the season had been dry. After a few REALLY good conversations, we met for dinner. He was poised and educated. I appreciated the way he listened and offered good responses. Our relationship was going strong. We had been seeing each other for about three months. He never mentioned meeting his children. I was ok with that. I wanted to get to know him first. Another month had passed, he told me that he was taking his children to the park. He asked me to join them. I was a little hesitant, but figured it was time. I was starting to have genuine feelings for this man, so I wanted to make a good first impression. When I arrived at the park, he waved me over. I eagerly jogged over to the jungle gym, prepared for some play. He introduced me to his daughter, Nache. I spoke, "hi Nache"! She was only nine, and we stood almost eye to eye. She was about 120pds and didn't seem nice. She ignored my hello and rolled her eyes. He then introduced me to his son, Nicolas. I figured I would have a better shot with a boy. Nicolas was four and still wearing a pull up. I'm not a parent, but that seemed odd. He appeared to be a little shy, but I was determined to win him over. After I wiped off all the dust he kicked on my clothes, I decided this was just a bad time. I tried everything; toys, clothes, outings. I even ignored their mothers rude comments over the phone when I answered. I decided to tell him how I felt. He told me that his children was his world and maybe I didn't understand because I wasn't a mother. At first I was hurt, then I was angry. I proceeded to tell him that when I am a mother, MY daughter will not need Jenny Craig at NINE and MY son will not be pissing on himself at FOUR. The relationship was over. A few weeks later I ran into them at the grocery store. He spoke and his daughter just growled. I swear if she had put her hands up, it would have been ON!.....
Still Single.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
WHEN THERE'S A "BOO" THERE'S ALWAYS...
A PUMPKIN! Commitment Phoebe's are unique individuals. They will have a myriad of relationships that may "appear" to be monogamous. They live in vague, grey status. You talk everyday. You've met their family. You can even stay in their home when they're not. Casual affairs can often mimic a REAL commitment. You want to move the relationship to the next level. You think your the exception to HIS rules, but the rule is: If he's calling YOU BOO, he's calling somebody else PUMPKIN.
The man was infuriating! I mean we had a strong connection. We talked almost everyday. We knew each other so well, but yet we are NOT a COUPLE. Whats up with that? I know all the signs of a commitment phoebe. He never says I LOVE YOU. He never says I'm his GIRL FRIEND. Whenever I try to have the TALK, he changes the topic. I get it. I decided to give him an ultimatum. "Either commit to me or I'm done"! He looked at me and grinned. "I'm serious". He told me that maybe I should take some time and think about my decision. I agreed. I went on a dating marathon. I met alot of nice guys who were all ready to offer me more. "He doesn't know what he's missing". A few weeks later I saw him out with another woman. I don't know why I was so surprised. I guess I thought he would actually miss me. A few days later he called. "Yes and how are you"? I was going to play it cool. A few minutes later he picked me up and we went to the movies. I know! Maybe we both need therapy. Still Single.
The man was infuriating! I mean we had a strong connection. We talked almost everyday. We knew each other so well, but yet we are NOT a COUPLE. Whats up with that? I know all the signs of a commitment phoebe. He never says I LOVE YOU. He never says I'm his GIRL FRIEND. Whenever I try to have the TALK, he changes the topic. I get it. I decided to give him an ultimatum. "Either commit to me or I'm done"! He looked at me and grinned. "I'm serious". He told me that maybe I should take some time and think about my decision. I agreed. I went on a dating marathon. I met alot of nice guys who were all ready to offer me more. "He doesn't know what he's missing". A few weeks later I saw him out with another woman. I don't know why I was so surprised. I guess I thought he would actually miss me. A few days later he called. "Yes and how are you"? I was going to play it cool. A few minutes later he picked me up and we went to the movies. I know! Maybe we both need therapy. Still Single.
I THINK MY HUSBAND FORGOT WHATS IT LIKE....
to be SINGLE! Single people want to be married. Married people want to be single. It happens. You get comfortable. You begin to take each other for granted. You begin to think what life would be like without them. Not sure if you really want to break up your happy home, you right it off as a rough patch in the relationship. And then it happens. The simple flirtation. So what do you do when your not the ONLY one considering being SINGLE?
We met at a grocery store. Although my mom was with me, he shamelessly flirted. I tried to ignore him, but he was persistent. He asked my mother what was my status. She said "MARRIED". A little on the cocky side, he still gave me his business card. It was flattering but I was good, so I threw the card in my dash. Act two, I see him AGAIN at Dave n Busters (with his kids?) Now I'm curious. He was a cutie pie, not exactly my type but still handsome. I decided to look him up on Face Book. We had some mutual friends. Curious to know how he knew them, I sent him a message and there you go. Starbucks, lunch, flowers, movies, dinner, it was exhilarating. We were talking/texting all the time. I FELT single again? About two months in, he decided he wanted more. He moved out and left HIS troubled marriage. WE found him a place. Now it was my turn. My marriage was struggling too, but? My situation was different. My husband noticed the increased passion in our sex. I wasn't complaining as much. While seeing him, my marriage actually seemed to get better. It may seem crazy, but having a FRIEND made me value my HUSBAND. It wasn't easy. But I let him go. My husband never found out and we are still happy today. May not seem fair, because Im not but HE is..... Still Single.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
And You WONDER WHY you HAVEN'T met.....
my MOM! We do it ALL the time. Date someone who we are attracted to but really have nothing in common with. Its a typical response, to go for looks over brains. Men love a good arm piece to show off to their FRIENDS. You enjoy hanging out. Then she starts talking about future. So what do you do when you are dating someone who you KNOW is only for NOW?
I'd known her for years. We met at a traffic light. She had a nice ride and was attractive. She seemed to have it going on. When we pulled over to exchange numbers, she was quick to mention her job status with the Federal Government and her house in Upper Marlboro. I was more impressed that her body was NICE! She was cool and we always had a good time. Limited conversation and lack of intellect was later noted. Her confusion over meal selections was just one example, "Rib eye is a type steak, not a slab of ribs". We dated off and on for about 10 years. Things were going smooth but then she started questioning never having met my mom. "I've never asked about meeting your family"? I didn't want to stop seeing her but I didn't see her as a REAL option for future. One day she said "You think your smarter than me"? I didn't respond and our relationship faded to black. A few months later, I remembered her comment about me thinking I was smarter. I started to think, "I'm pretty much as smart as I appear, which is far better than appearing smarter than your are". Ive been strolling around Boarders lately, CUTE may not be enough. Still Single.
I'd known her for years. We met at a traffic light. She had a nice ride and was attractive. She seemed to have it going on. When we pulled over to exchange numbers, she was quick to mention her job status with the Federal Government and her house in Upper Marlboro. I was more impressed that her body was NICE! She was cool and we always had a good time. Limited conversation and lack of intellect was later noted. Her confusion over meal selections was just one example, "Rib eye is a type steak, not a slab of ribs". We dated off and on for about 10 years. Things were going smooth but then she started questioning never having met my mom. "I've never asked about meeting your family"? I didn't want to stop seeing her but I didn't see her as a REAL option for future. One day she said "You think your smarter than me"? I didn't respond and our relationship faded to black. A few months later, I remembered her comment about me thinking I was smarter. I started to think, "I'm pretty much as smart as I appear, which is far better than appearing smarter than your are". Ive been strolling around Boarders lately, CUTE may not be enough. Still Single.
Monday, August 22, 2011
WARNING, PLAYERS wear
suits too! Office romances can be fun and exciting. You flirt in the hallway. You meet for secret lunches. During staff meetings, you send naughty texts and make plans for hooking up later. It all seems so innocent and sweet. But what if you find out that your office boo is actually the office whore? And you thought he was ONLY flirting with you.
His compliments seemed harmless. He was established and educated. "I just love a man in a nice suit". I started to notice a connection in our banter. He was obviously handsome, but I was drawn to his wit. I started to dress for him. I knew what he liked. There was a lot of attractive women in the office who wanted his attention, but I had it. It was invigorating seeing him across a room, knowing that we shared something special. We had decided that it would be best not to share with anyone that we were feeling each other. It was complicated. Our relationship was going full steam. He wanted me to send him some naughty pics. I obliged. He later asked for some video action, I was down. Maybe it was the idea that nobody knew that made it even hotter , I don't know. But I was open. One day, a female co-worker was gossiping about a story she had heard. She began telling me about this STUPID girl in the office who had been sending pics of her tits to this dude (my dude). I was pissed! "He's showing my pics"? "Now everybody is going to know". I was so embarrassed. To make matters even worst, she pulled out her phone and said "you want to see"? I tried to look away but when she showed me the picture, I realized..... it wasn't me. I don't have a nipple ring. I wondered how many other women he had done this to? I immediately stopped talking to him. A few weeks later, I saw him in the mail room flirting with old Ms. Jackie. Couldn't help but think "did she send a video too"? The thought made me ill.
Still Single.
His compliments seemed harmless. He was established and educated. "I just love a man in a nice suit". I started to notice a connection in our banter. He was obviously handsome, but I was drawn to his wit. I started to dress for him. I knew what he liked. There was a lot of attractive women in the office who wanted his attention, but I had it. It was invigorating seeing him across a room, knowing that we shared something special. We had decided that it would be best not to share with anyone that we were feeling each other. It was complicated. Our relationship was going full steam. He wanted me to send him some naughty pics. I obliged. He later asked for some video action, I was down. Maybe it was the idea that nobody knew that made it even hotter , I don't know. But I was open. One day, a female co-worker was gossiping about a story she had heard. She began telling me about this STUPID girl in the office who had been sending pics of her tits to this dude (my dude). I was pissed! "He's showing my pics"? "Now everybody is going to know". I was so embarrassed. To make matters even worst, she pulled out her phone and said "you want to see"? I tried to look away but when she showed me the picture, I realized..... it wasn't me. I don't have a nipple ring. I wondered how many other women he had done this to? I immediately stopped talking to him. A few weeks later, I saw him in the mail room flirting with old Ms. Jackie. Couldn't help but think "did she send a video too"? The thought made me ill.
Still Single.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
A Woman KNOWS when her.....
cooch is stank! Men are always measured on their performance in the bedroom. This allows some women to slip on their hygiene game. Whats up with women who think that men have no standards? Men will allow for a couple of indiscretions. Ok, she just got home from work. Ok, she just got off her period. Wait a minute, she just got out of the shower? CHECK PLEASE!
When she entered the room, she had my full attention. BOOM! BAM! BAH! All in the right places. We had some common interests and even a few mutual friends. She was always well put together; nice clothes, bag and shoes. I appreciate a well dressed woman. This was starting to be a regular thing. We hadn't taken our relationship to the next level and I wasn't really rushing. I shared with my boys that I had met someone new. You know how men are? Men just want the bottom line, "you hit yet"? After the jokes, I had nothing but good things to say about her. We finally hooked up. Although the sex was pretty good, I did notice a slight scent. It was after work. The second time, was even worst. I thought I was going to lose my hard on, but was able to make it quick. I began to ask my lady friends about the female anatomy. My research offered me some relief, "hormones", "yeah that's it". I didn't want to believe that a woman this fine and this well rounded, was rotten inside. I set the mood for a third try. I made sure to tell her to get "ready" for a night of romance. Surely that was a clear hint to, "wash your azz"! Dinner was over and she was ready. I hesitated and she noticed. I playfully asked, "did you get all vicky secret for me"? She seemed confused. She started kissing me in all the right places. I couldn't resist. Needless to say, it was her third strike. I was done. I made up some excuses about us getting to close and the relationship ended. A few months later I was chilling at a local cigar bar and noticed this attractive woman with turned over shoes. I thought, "I bet her cooch smells like roses let me buy her a drink".
Still Single
When she entered the room, she had my full attention. BOOM! BAM! BAH! All in the right places. We had some common interests and even a few mutual friends. She was always well put together; nice clothes, bag and shoes. I appreciate a well dressed woman. This was starting to be a regular thing. We hadn't taken our relationship to the next level and I wasn't really rushing. I shared with my boys that I had met someone new. You know how men are? Men just want the bottom line, "you hit yet"? After the jokes, I had nothing but good things to say about her. We finally hooked up. Although the sex was pretty good, I did notice a slight scent. It was after work. The second time, was even worst. I thought I was going to lose my hard on, but was able to make it quick. I began to ask my lady friends about the female anatomy. My research offered me some relief, "hormones", "yeah that's it". I didn't want to believe that a woman this fine and this well rounded, was rotten inside. I set the mood for a third try. I made sure to tell her to get "ready" for a night of romance. Surely that was a clear hint to, "wash your azz"! Dinner was over and she was ready. I hesitated and she noticed. I playfully asked, "did you get all vicky secret for me"? She seemed confused. She started kissing me in all the right places. I couldn't resist. Needless to say, it was her third strike. I was done. I made up some excuses about us getting to close and the relationship ended. A few months later I was chilling at a local cigar bar and noticed this attractive woman with turned over shoes. I thought, "I bet her cooch smells like roses let me buy her a drink".
Still Single
A PICTURE is worth a..........
a thousand words, OR less. On line dating can be exciting! You view pics of men who look; buffed, chocolate, and just plain ole' fine!! There is a catch though (there is always a catch). You may not be able to distinguish between; new pics, old pics and fake pictures all together. So what do you do when the person you meet is not the person you CLICKED?....
He sent me a message online. Before I read the message I clicked on his picture first. Messages can be deceiving. Surprisingly, he was fine! No kids, college educated, good sense humor, he looked good on paper . This was my first time dating on line. I felt like I had hit the jackpot. We talked through email for a few weeks and then decided to exchange numbers. His voice could make you melt, that Barry White thing. The messages continued back and forth along with a few pics. All I kept thinking was "this man is so fine I can't wait until I finally see him". After all the late night talks and zooming his pics, we finally decided to meet. Feeling whimsical, I drove two hours to see him. I pulled up and saw him come to the door. I got out my car and walked up to the house with such anticipation. What came to the door was such a disappointment. He was; short, cross-eyed and missing some teeth. He was dressed in a toddler shirt and some Bermuda shorts. At first I was confused, "this couldn't be the guy that I saw in all the pictures. I must be at the wrong house"? I checked my text messages for the address.This was the house. But this wasn't the guy? I politely asked if my friend was home. This fool had the nerve to say,"It's me"! I had to turn to avoid laughing in his face, "am I being punk ed"? I didn't want to be rude so I politely came in. His house was something out of a country farm gone retro 70's. We decided to order some food. In my head, I was devising an escape plan. When he started ordering the food, he made a mistake on mine. I proceeded to conjure up an argument about not liking chicken fried rice and how I was appalled that he would order something that I distinctively told him that I hated. (acting crazy speeds up any date). I yelled and said this is not going to work. I stormed out of the house and broke out into a full sprint to my car. Ill try on line dating again, no more two hour surprises. My next on line date will be at Starbucks around the corner.
Still single.......
Thursday, August 18, 2011
BUT HIS FEET LOOK SO..
BIG! Ever REALLY liked a man who just didn't add up? There is a strong chemistry. He says all the right things. He has that "SWAG". You enjoy his company and begin to think "this could actually lead to something more"! Things couldn't be more perfect. So what happens when you realize his "shoe" size doesn't match his "d**k" size? Is the right man more important than the perfect "fit"?
I had already started to tell my friends about him. We seemed to have so much to talk and laugh about. He was the type of guy who just seemed to get me and there wasn't any games. I wasn't looking for anything serious but we just seemed to connect. We had been seeing each other for about three weeks and he didn't seem to be in a rush to have sex. I thought "this could be something special". Fantasizing about our first time, became normal routine. He was such a passionate kisser. I just knew it would be one of my most memorable sexual encounters. Our late night dirty talk was driving me crazy, I decided it was time. He was on his way, and I wanted to be ready. In about 20 minutes, I was; showered, shaved and sugared! The lights were low and Deangelo was playing. The mood was set. He knocked at the door and my body started to tingle. There wasn't ANY delay. We hit the bed, he grabbed the condom, he went in .....AND DROWNED! Maybe I should have looked at his thumb. Still Single
I had already started to tell my friends about him. We seemed to have so much to talk and laugh about. He was the type of guy who just seemed to get me and there wasn't any games. I wasn't looking for anything serious but we just seemed to connect. We had been seeing each other for about three weeks and he didn't seem to be in a rush to have sex. I thought "this could be something special". Fantasizing about our first time, became normal routine. He was such a passionate kisser. I just knew it would be one of my most memorable sexual encounters. Our late night dirty talk was driving me crazy, I decided it was time. He was on his way, and I wanted to be ready. In about 20 minutes, I was; showered, shaved and sugared! The lights were low and Deangelo was playing. The mood was set. He knocked at the door and my body started to tingle. There wasn't ANY delay. We hit the bed, he grabbed the condom, he went in .....AND DROWNED! Maybe I should have looked at his thumb. Still Single
Monday, August 15, 2011
Men are from Mars.......
so women had to be from Venus? We just don't operate the same. I am starting to receive stories from everywhere. Its so interesting to see the vantage point from a male. I am ALWAYS trying to understand men better. But would dating be as exciting if there wasn't any confusion? Isn't there a moment in the GAME where you JUST want to win? Cat and Mouse will never end as long as we NEVER learn.
He decided to go to a party solo. The music was pumping and he felt at home. Confident and cocky, he rolled up to three young ladies and offered them a drink. This was his time. Money wasn't a question and light skin brothers was still in. The ladies seemed impressed as he dropped a $100 dollar bill on the bar for their tab. One of them decided to separate herself and spark some conversation. He thought "shes cute and out of three she looked the best". They exchanged numbers and the chase began. He wasn't trying to "wife" anyone so his goal was to have sex. Two dates and no score. Third date, he got to second base. Fourth date, he was thinking "this is too much and she really isn't all that". Finally, they planned to watch movies and make margaritas. He knew tonight was it. They started to kiss and tussle on the couch. She got up and said, "let me take a shower". He was like "cool". A few minutes later, she came out of the shower and took her purse into the bathroom. He thought "I know she dont think I'm going to steal her money?". He proceed to set the mood. She came out and they started to get into the mix. He had his jimmy on and was about to go in when she stopped him and said "could you put on another rubber, I want to make sure I don't catch anything". He paused, but proceeded to strap up twice. It finally went down. A few calls and dates later, he was done.
When he told me this story, I asked him "weren't you offended with the purse and the double condom thing, I would have been like, PEACE"? He simply said "of course YOU would say that".
Ummm I guess HE'S right......Still Single.
He decided to go to a party solo. The music was pumping and he felt at home. Confident and cocky, he rolled up to three young ladies and offered them a drink. This was his time. Money wasn't a question and light skin brothers was still in. The ladies seemed impressed as he dropped a $100 dollar bill on the bar for their tab. One of them decided to separate herself and spark some conversation. He thought "shes cute and out of three she looked the best". They exchanged numbers and the chase began. He wasn't trying to "wife" anyone so his goal was to have sex. Two dates and no score. Third date, he got to second base. Fourth date, he was thinking "this is too much and she really isn't all that". Finally, they planned to watch movies and make margaritas. He knew tonight was it. They started to kiss and tussle on the couch. She got up and said, "let me take a shower". He was like "cool". A few minutes later, she came out of the shower and took her purse into the bathroom. He thought "I know she dont think I'm going to steal her money?". He proceed to set the mood. She came out and they started to get into the mix. He had his jimmy on and was about to go in when she stopped him and said "could you put on another rubber, I want to make sure I don't catch anything". He paused, but proceeded to strap up twice. It finally went down. A few calls and dates later, he was done.
When he told me this story, I asked him "weren't you offended with the purse and the double condom thing, I would have been like, PEACE"? He simply said "of course YOU would say that".
Ummm I guess HE'S right......Still Single.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
CRAZY STUPID......
LOVE! When was the last time you had a REAL crush? I mean that; tie your stomach in knots, cant get them out of your mind, want to be with them all the time and don't have nothing to say CRUSH! What's happened to us? There isn't any romance in dating today. You like someone, you check their status on Face Book. You want to have sex with someone, you send them a pic of your VA-JJ. Is ANYONE willing to make a grand gesture for love? Or are we all too scared to be CRAZY AND STUPID EN LOVE?
It was 1985 and I was determined to be popular "this" year. I had convinced my mom to get me a pair of the flyest Madonna lace gloves and several spiked belts. I was rocking the Jeri Curl asymmetrical style and was starting to get some curves. I was ready! It was hard trying to stay cute, girl gangs was very popular back then. So everybody was focused on being mean and looking hard. I on the other hand had fancied my first REAL crush! He was SOOOO cute. He had the prettiest eyes and the sweetest lips. I couldn't think about anything or anyone else. Everyday I tried to figure out away to catch his attention. Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend who had her legs and his nose open. It was hard to compete. I was still a virgin and didn't have a clue about sex. I remember thinking, "she has his body, but I'm going to win his heart". I decided I have to do something BIG for his birthday. I wore my favorite pinstripe suit, I had written my best love letter and had a lollipop attached. I was going to catch him at the right time, give him the letter and kiss those luscious lips. The moment came and he was standing by himself. My heart was racing as I walked over. I handed him the letter and he smiled! All of sudden, he moved close to my face and touched my lips! It felt like fireworks!
Later that day, I wanted the world to know how he made me feel. I decided to call the radio station and dedicate a song to my first love (the grand gesture). If felt good to feel CRAZY for someone. But I think choosing the song POP LIFE by Prince was just plain STUPID. Still Single.
It was 1985 and I was determined to be popular "this" year. I had convinced my mom to get me a pair of the flyest Madonna lace gloves and several spiked belts. I was rocking the Jeri Curl asymmetrical style and was starting to get some curves. I was ready! It was hard trying to stay cute, girl gangs was very popular back then. So everybody was focused on being mean and looking hard. I on the other hand had fancied my first REAL crush! He was SOOOO cute. He had the prettiest eyes and the sweetest lips. I couldn't think about anything or anyone else. Everyday I tried to figure out away to catch his attention. Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend who had her legs and his nose open. It was hard to compete. I was still a virgin and didn't have a clue about sex. I remember thinking, "she has his body, but I'm going to win his heart". I decided I have to do something BIG for his birthday. I wore my favorite pinstripe suit, I had written my best love letter and had a lollipop attached. I was going to catch him at the right time, give him the letter and kiss those luscious lips. The moment came and he was standing by himself. My heart was racing as I walked over. I handed him the letter and he smiled! All of sudden, he moved close to my face and touched my lips! It felt like fireworks!
Later that day, I wanted the world to know how he made me feel. I decided to call the radio station and dedicate a song to my first love (the grand gesture). If felt good to feel CRAZY for someone. But I think choosing the song POP LIFE by Prince was just plain STUPID. Still Single.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Whats done in the night.......
doesn't always come to light. We all have our; dirty little secrets, naughty fantasies and shameful indiscretions. But what do you do when your darkness consumes your light? What if you've opened Pandora's box and you don't know how or IF you want to close it?
I hadn't been in a relationship in years, needless to say my sex life was suffering too. My life seemed to revolve around my career and my child. I was yearning for a connection. My best friend had mentioned some of her escapades with men she had met on line. I thought she was crazy. I had never even considered meeting someone on line and actually thought it was kind of seedy. She convinced me to try it out and just like that, I was on a site looking at profiles of people who just wanted sex. I thought of all the negatives; safety, not feeling them when we met or what if someone I knew found out? I ignored all my inner angels and decided that I NEEDED a quick fix! This seemed like the fastest way to get a tune up. Although I felt some shame in my decision, my body felt none. After one night of anonymous sex, I was hooked. It was one of the most intense sexual moments I had ever had. I don't know if it was the fact that I hadn't had sex in along time or if it was the mere fact that this person had come just to provide me pleasure. No get to know you conversations, no whose paying for dinner fiasco's, no wondering "if" we were going to be intimate. Everything was transparent and I felt sexually free to allow myself to enjoy HER. Yeah, I figured since I was walking down a dark path, I might as well cover all bases. And it just so happen to have been the BEST p**sy licking of my life! I swore it would only be that one time.....
but since opening "that" box, it has left me thinking......"what the hell, I am still single"
I hadn't been in a relationship in years, needless to say my sex life was suffering too. My life seemed to revolve around my career and my child. I was yearning for a connection. My best friend had mentioned some of her escapades with men she had met on line. I thought she was crazy. I had never even considered meeting someone on line and actually thought it was kind of seedy. She convinced me to try it out and just like that, I was on a site looking at profiles of people who just wanted sex. I thought of all the negatives; safety, not feeling them when we met or what if someone I knew found out? I ignored all my inner angels and decided that I NEEDED a quick fix! This seemed like the fastest way to get a tune up. Although I felt some shame in my decision, my body felt none. After one night of anonymous sex, I was hooked. It was one of the most intense sexual moments I had ever had. I don't know if it was the fact that I hadn't had sex in along time or if it was the mere fact that this person had come just to provide me pleasure. No get to know you conversations, no whose paying for dinner fiasco's, no wondering "if" we were going to be intimate. Everything was transparent and I felt sexually free to allow myself to enjoy HER. Yeah, I figured since I was walking down a dark path, I might as well cover all bases. And it just so happen to have been the BEST p**sy licking of my life! I swore it would only be that one time.....
but since opening "that" box, it has left me thinking......"what the hell, I am still single"
Friday, August 12, 2011
I wasnt asking for a LOBSTER dinner it was just a....
movie? I don't fall in the category of "high maintenance". Ive dated a man who; didn't have a car (wont do that again), who has "just" lost his job (wont fall for that again) and even the guy who has a modest income. I know the economy is poor and EVERYONE has to cut back, but I thought coupons were typically used for groceries?
I was on one of my "need a date, so go on-line" modes. His pic was pretty cute and his profile seemed harmless. I'm a pretty progressive woman, so I don't always date for love, I date to "date". We emailed a few times and then had a conversation. He was not the brightest star in the sky, but I figured its just a date. We decided that following weekend to meet up at a local theater and catch a movie. Movie dates offer a good way to avoid a bad conversation, so I was game. I arrived at the theater a little early so I called him to check his status. He arrived and we gave the "I'm glad to meet you hug". He really wasn't my cup of tea and I doubt if I was his. With a slight awkward silence, we moved forward to get our tickets. As we approached the ticket counter, I noticed him pulling something out of his pocket. It appeared to be some type of paper. He swiftly proceeded to the counter before me, presented the paper, received "his" ticket and then stepped aside. I then paid for my ticket and we proceeded to go into the theater. While we were walking in, I asked "what was that paper you pulled out"? He said "oh it was just a coupon for a free movie". I chuckled and said, "I use coupons too"? He swiftly replied, "sorry I only had one". "SERIOUSLY?"...... need I say more..... Still Single.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
A murderer AND a smoker........
I'm just dating ANYBODY. Everyone has a "list" of who you will and will not consider for a date. Your list may have physical description (height, weight). Your list may have career status (college graduate, blue collar). Your list may even consider marital and children status (never been married, 1 child who lives with you). But there comes a time in everyones dating life, when you put down your list and say "ill give them a chance, who knows". When your options start to become limited, you will rationalize dating anyone to not be alone. You can lie to everyone else, but YOU always know when you have hit dating rock bottom.
He was working security at a party. I didn't even really notice him until we were getting ready to leave. Some how we exchanged numbers and we started to talk the next day. It was our first conversation and we argued over religious and political views. I was still intrigued, as I felt "at least he could hold a conversation". A week or so later he invited me to his condo for dinner. I was impressed, security guard and a home owner (who knew). We had dinner and I learned in conversation that he was recently released. This was a new status for me as I had never pondered that on my list. I immediately inquired for how long and for what. He was pretty cocky and just blurted out "Murder". My initial instinct was to just get up and run out, but he didn't seem like a "murderer" (as if I knew so many) and what the hell "no one has cooked me dinner in a long time". He proceeded to tell me the story of how it was self defense and that he appealed the charges and won his case. I thought "well he is out pretty soon for a murder and he does own his own home", maybe I could get pass the whole killing someone thing"? The night went on and I had noticed my allergies starting to flare. I began to rub my eyes and wheeze, and then I smelled the scent of a cigarette. I began to laugh and explain to him that I am terribly allergic to cigarette smoke. He rudely explained to me that he "hates" non smokers and how they think that everyone should cater to them. I politely asked "would you at least consider smoking on the terrace"? He swiftly said "no, this is my home and I'm a smoker". Damn! I was willing to consider the murdering thing, but he CANT be a smoker too!........... Still Single.
He was working security at a party. I didn't even really notice him until we were getting ready to leave. Some how we exchanged numbers and we started to talk the next day. It was our first conversation and we argued over religious and political views. I was still intrigued, as I felt "at least he could hold a conversation". A week or so later he invited me to his condo for dinner. I was impressed, security guard and a home owner (who knew). We had dinner and I learned in conversation that he was recently released. This was a new status for me as I had never pondered that on my list. I immediately inquired for how long and for what. He was pretty cocky and just blurted out "Murder". My initial instinct was to just get up and run out, but he didn't seem like a "murderer" (as if I knew so many) and what the hell "no one has cooked me dinner in a long time". He proceeded to tell me the story of how it was self defense and that he appealed the charges and won his case. I thought "well he is out pretty soon for a murder and he does own his own home", maybe I could get pass the whole killing someone thing"? The night went on and I had noticed my allergies starting to flare. I began to rub my eyes and wheeze, and then I smelled the scent of a cigarette. I began to laugh and explain to him that I am terribly allergic to cigarette smoke. He rudely explained to me that he "hates" non smokers and how they think that everyone should cater to them. I politely asked "would you at least consider smoking on the terrace"? He swiftly said "no, this is my home and I'm a smoker". Damn! I was willing to consider the murdering thing, but he CANT be a smoker too!........... Still Single.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Have you ever thought that someone you were feeling was.....
gay? Of course. All women have had that moment of uncertainty about a man your digging, who might just be "digging" someone else. Its an awkward circumstance to be physically attracted to a man who is sexually attracted to their own gender. Its a moment in your life that you remember what your mother told you "don't ask any questions that you really don't want the answers to". I wish I had never asked.
He was so fine! I mean FINE. We met at a club, where the music was right and so was the vibe. When I first walked in, I noticed him. He offered me a glance or two as well. I am always open to a little cat and mouse, so starting a conversation or backing up for a little reggae wine, is all apart of the chase. This man was sexy and he knew what he was doing. His cologne smelled like candy, his voice was all I could hear and he danced like I could imagine his rhythm in bed. Our relationship from that night became a series of on again off again moments. But in spite of that, every moment with him was an opportunity to be spoiled. He always knew exactly what I wanted. His ability to listen and pay attention to details was unique. I had never met a man who actually understood what I needed. Yet we had never been intimate? Our unions were always special and I always thought, tonight hes going to invite me into his bed. When it never happened, I decided to invite myself. I kissed him and he grabbed me. We kissed harder and started to snatch off our clothes. I felt him leading me to his room. I was like "oh yeah its going down"! It was getting hot and the mood was perfect. We began to roll around the bed. His satin sheets seemed to add to the seduction. I felt his manhood and was definitely pleased. When all of a sudden, he began to brush away something in the bed. I noticed that he was distracted when we were kissing but figured we'd keep going. A few minutes later, he got up and said, "its crumbs in the bed I must change the sheets". I was speechless. I stared at him for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few seconds. The nights mood had shifted and another opportunity never materialized. Id always wondered was he gay, and finally wanted the answer.
Lets just say today's lesson was, that I should have listened to my mother and I shouldn't have asked.
Still Single.
He was so fine! I mean FINE. We met at a club, where the music was right and so was the vibe. When I first walked in, I noticed him. He offered me a glance or two as well. I am always open to a little cat and mouse, so starting a conversation or backing up for a little reggae wine, is all apart of the chase. This man was sexy and he knew what he was doing. His cologne smelled like candy, his voice was all I could hear and he danced like I could imagine his rhythm in bed. Our relationship from that night became a series of on again off again moments. But in spite of that, every moment with him was an opportunity to be spoiled. He always knew exactly what I wanted. His ability to listen and pay attention to details was unique. I had never met a man who actually understood what I needed. Yet we had never been intimate? Our unions were always special and I always thought, tonight hes going to invite me into his bed. When it never happened, I decided to invite myself. I kissed him and he grabbed me. We kissed harder and started to snatch off our clothes. I felt him leading me to his room. I was like "oh yeah its going down"! It was getting hot and the mood was perfect. We began to roll around the bed. His satin sheets seemed to add to the seduction. I felt his manhood and was definitely pleased. When all of a sudden, he began to brush away something in the bed. I noticed that he was distracted when we were kissing but figured we'd keep going. A few minutes later, he got up and said, "its crumbs in the bed I must change the sheets". I was speechless. I stared at him for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few seconds. The nights mood had shifted and another opportunity never materialized. Id always wondered was he gay, and finally wanted the answer.
Lets just say today's lesson was, that I should have listened to my mother and I shouldn't have asked.
Still Single.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
1997 did you feel the Jones?......I did......
but I'm STILL SINGLE. It was nothing short of a movement. The movie Love Jones came out and EVERYBODY wanted to go to a poetry set and meet Darius and Nina. Unfortunately after all the credits rolled and the soundtrack stopped spinning, going after love didnt exactly end like the movie.
We had been in an intense long distance relationship for about two years. Our separation made our reunions seem surreal. I knew he was it. I had never worked this hard to be with someone so different. He was my world. I was his. No cell phone miscommuications. No texting mishaps. No face book updates. Ours was a love that made others believe. Then it all started to change. The strain of the long distance started to create frustrations. Finances were becoming limited. Life apart seemed to lose its romance. Then one day he missed my call. I knew it was ending. My life felt over. A few weeks later, our passionate affair was over.
One year later, I saw the movie Love Jones. I decided I needed to see him. I made a last minute plan, hopped a bus and called him. When I arrived, I prayed that he would answer. We would have our "love jones" moment. He did. He was excited to hear from me and immediately changed his schedule. We plan to meet me for dinner. My thoughts were racing, as I knew he would tell me the mistake he had made letting me go.
When I saw him, I thought "he looks so happy"? I didn't feel like the inspiration for his glow. I knew him well enough to know what he looked like en love. It wasn't with me. Our dinner brought closure to an unclear chapter in my singles diary. To this day, I still regard him as one of my greatest loves. I dont forget how my heart was broke. Life doesnt always imitate Art.
This is where it all begins.....I'm Single
We had been in an intense long distance relationship for about two years. Our separation made our reunions seem surreal. I knew he was it. I had never worked this hard to be with someone so different. He was my world. I was his. No cell phone miscommuications. No texting mishaps. No face book updates. Ours was a love that made others believe. Then it all started to change. The strain of the long distance started to create frustrations. Finances were becoming limited. Life apart seemed to lose its romance. Then one day he missed my call. I knew it was ending. My life felt over. A few weeks later, our passionate affair was over.
One year later, I saw the movie Love Jones. I decided I needed to see him. I made a last minute plan, hopped a bus and called him. When I arrived, I prayed that he would answer. We would have our "love jones" moment. He did. He was excited to hear from me and immediately changed his schedule. We plan to meet me for dinner. My thoughts were racing, as I knew he would tell me the mistake he had made letting me go.
When I saw him, I thought "he looks so happy"? I didn't feel like the inspiration for his glow. I knew him well enough to know what he looked like en love. It wasn't with me. Our dinner brought closure to an unclear chapter in my singles diary. To this day, I still regard him as one of my greatest loves. I dont forget how my heart was broke. Life doesnt always imitate Art.
This is where it all begins.....I'm Single
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