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
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