Saturday, June 18, 2011

Heavy Heart.


I’m not sure…
Confused.
        Bewildered.
Bamboozled.
     Afraid.
         Indecisive.
Hostile.
        Hesitant.
Amazed.
                                                                            I’m not sure…
Unaware.
            Wavering.
      Teetering.
Stuck.
Mind racing, feeling complacent.
       Restless.
Impatient.
                    On edge.
                Stressed out.
          Uneasy.
                  In doubt.
         All I want is more.
Are you sure?


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

This man, Weiner, and his wiener...haha.

Well, it's hump day. So it's only fitting that I take a brief moment to address a wiener.
CNN reported on Monday that United States Representative Anthony Weiner, who is married, admitting to tweeting pictures of his thing to a woman (21yr old student) in Seattle, Washington, and how he also had 6 other online relationships (So far). They also quoted him saying: "The women are ‘generally women that I met on Facebook...[he] never met the women in person, and has never had sex outside his marriage." -- BULLSHIT.
Oh shit, I fucked up.
And to add insult to injury, one of the women rumored to be in an online relationship with Weiner is none other than a porn star, Ginger Lee.
I don’t believe him for one bit! He ain't touch any of them. Ha! So after “mistakenly” tweeting the lewd picture of your crotch, you want me to believe that your account was hacked??!?! – LIAR. No, let me tell you what happened: Yo punk ass realized you publically tweeted it as opposed to sending a DM (direct message). You tried to delete it, but remembered how nothing EVER disappears after it’s tweeted. So you conjure up this fake ass story about how your account was hacked. And FURTHERMORE! Why the hell would you do something like this via a social networking site? Did the constituents of New York really elect such a dumb ass! I mean come on! If you’re gonna start cheating on your wife, don’t do it through Twitter. Matter of fact, let me see your phone. If it wasn’t so wrong, man, then why lie in the first place?!?!? Because, Weiner, you knew sending pictures of your wiener to other women was DEAD wrong! Hey, Weiner! Do you and your wiener feel like a winner now?!?!? lol.
Ok, Imma chill, Shawty. But this whole sexting shit is getting out of hand. And the way that men and women view this technology intimacy is VERY different. Many men, like him, think that just because sexual exchanges are done verbally or virtually, not physically, it doesn’t constitute them cheating. For men, if he caught his wife sexting, he would be furious. It is damn near unforgivable! 
“Are you having an affair?!?! How could you do this to me? What will my boys and colleagues think? I loved you.”
Now that the tables are turned, the man doing the sexting, is it cheating to him? No. It’s nothing. 
“I didn’t cheat on you. I never met her! I love you, not her. I was just chatting with them girls, I was gon’ get right back.”
Women on the other hand view any sort of emotional and/or sexual interaction a betrayal like none other.
To us, no matter if intercourse has taken place or not, we consider acts such as this cheating. For our man to be a part of an emotional relationship with someone outside of our relationship it crushes us. Him buying the other woman flowers, wondering how she’s doing, spending quality time with her, saying or sending lewd mail, etc., etc. are building blocks to a new relationship, one where this other woman does something for you that apparently your Baby isn’t doing. Our man’s unhappy. It hurts EVEN more because 9 times out of 10, the man has never mentioned this problematic area of the relationship; maybe the wife wouldn’t mind sexting, role-playing, all that.
Aight, I’m pretty much tired of discussing another public figure’s sex life. If you‘re having problems distinguishing whether or not you’re in the right or wrong in dealing with members of the opposite sex, ask yourself this question:
Would you text it, post it online, or send it to someone with your significant other or spouse over your shoulder? If you answer yes, then it’s not infidelity. No, you say? Cheater! Cheater! Pumpkin eater!
I for one feel sorry that his Weiner’s wife has to go through this public scrutiny of her husband’s wiener, but on the other hand, I hope his list is longer than Tiger’s, Arnold Schwarzenegger wasn’t enough drama for me. lol
Welcome, Weiner, you have now officially joined the ranks of bipartisan stupid ass men.
Peace.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

FlawfulLessly Perfect w/ Imperfections

I recently met this guy.

He shall remain nameless but for all intent purposes we’ll call him: Boss. Initially, Boss seemed pretty cool. I mean we had light to moderate conversations via Gchat, text messaging, and by phone. And to be honest, Reader, he kind of caught my attention by how he kept up in dialogue and his humor. (I’m a stickler for that!) He’s pretty hot too. But I digress.

I guess it’s safe to assume that he may have felt the same way about me (in terms of grabbing his attention) because after all of that, he precedes to ask:

If you're this wonderful young lady with this great personality, why are you single? Is it that you don't get out enough?
You know what, Boss, that’s a good ass question! I've been asking myself for quite some time now. 
I get out! Not clubbing every Thursday through Sunday like a dog in heat, but I get out! I’m more well-rounded like galas, networking socials, happy hours, girls nights, hanging with coworkers and their friends, my sister’s circles, etc., etc. I’ve even been on a few dates. They just turned out to be LAME! Trust me, I’m trying.
Damn, sucks for you, says Boss.
Yes, sucks for me.
I hadn’t realized how long it’s been since my last relationship came to an abrupt hault (coming up on 3 years now) or even a constant dating partner until earlier this year and I had to ask myself: was it me? But then I quickly realized, HELL NO!

Imma go ahead and step out on a limb and say that I AM PERFECT; something like a prototype; last of a dying breed – all that; worth it. 
I recognize my perfection is not perfected. But what bamboozles me is that my perfection goes undetected.

^^^ yea, read that again, it’s profound ^^^

I'm not gonna sit here and list all my credentials and reasonings as to why I feel that I'm perfect. Nor will I toot my own horn for much longer. But I will tell you, Reader, how I feel about perfect people and perfect relation or newfound friendships:  


Perfect relationships aren't meant to start perfectly. Hell, no relationship is ever perfect at all; no matter what you're idea of perfection is. An imperfect Perfect relationship is one that is shared with someone with whom u can grow together with towards perfection; to share good times with; overcome obstacles with; laugh with; support unspeakable; shoulders to cry on; inhibitions lost; ALL equally, ALL entirely, ALL tirelessly, ALL foreverly. 
- With each other -
And when that happens, Reader, I can only imagine that it tastes something like a White Chocolate Caramel Macadamia Nut Cheesecake topped with feathery whipped cream, drizzled lightly with caramel.

But to answer his question, I merely said: I'm looking for someone who's looking for Wonderful and knows it when he sees it. I don’t know, maybe guys aren’t looking for Wonderful right now...and that's all I can be. 
*PA.system.noise* 
Paging Mister Right, Paging Mister Right!
NOT Mister Right now!

And trust me, I haven’t given up, Boss.

Peace.