come up off those digits…

Ok maybe that isn’t quite how you normally get them but whatever your go to phrase may be you leave with a new entrant in your phone…saved as [first name] [place you met them]…

Now my question is why?

Assuming this is not someone you knew previously or were mistakenly hooked up with through a mutual friend*, you felt compelled enough from your first encounter to actively pursue a follow-up exchange over mobile phone airwaves…well in a logical world that would be the case…but we don’t seem to inhabit that logical world…as I’ve been made aware of an increase in the number of folks exchanging actual real  ten digit sequences tied to their pocket hardware with no accompanying real intentions of a) ever using them or b) replying to correspondence from the other person…

This isn’t just a lame dude or stuck up chic thing either…it seems good ole tax paying daters are out there performing this very act on a semi-regular basis…I mean people that I call facebook friends are doing it which to me means enough is enough and we need to draw the line… Read more of this post

the color of love…

the other night i was watching single ladies and wishing i would’ve invested the extra loot for 3D…and i really do mean watching…as in no sound, just a lot of pretending that all of stacey dash’s dialogue was a series of haikus professing her love for me…

as anyone who has ever viewed the show knows, there is limited acting ability a white chick in the cast as well…one who likes black men…so much that to the dismay of her husband and black women all across america, she went all nelly air force one-ish and order 2 pairs of black daddy sacks…

and one of them was common the mayor…gasp…i know…

the purposeful mixing of  the races is an oft discussed and much disagreed upon topic within our community…and many single bitter black women seem to find that subject fairly touchy…so i decided to grope the hell out of it today…

as legend has it, once a black man achieves a certain level of success in life (apparently one that is higher than mine), one of his rewards is the ability to make kids with good hair…now as much as i would like to believe that my next raise will be accompanied by a set of size c’s of any color, i would have to believe that giving away women violates some corporate law or statute…with this as my baseline belief, and after a few conversations with cats that have decided to travel the milky way, i would like to offer up some other possible reasons why these well to do brothers might be choosing megan fox over meagan good… Read more of this post

why we’re not married…

A male friend of mine sent me this article that’s been blowing up the blogosphere and wanted my opinion. For those of you too lazy busy to read it, it is a list of reasons why women such as yourself are not married. Oh yeah- and it’s also talking about me, too.  You will be surprised to know that I completely agree with Ms. McMillan’s higher level points- she’s 100% spot on about unmarried women like me. And since she’s been married a whopping three times, I think she knows a bit about what it takes to make it down the aisle. Allow me to break down the finer points:

1.       I’m a Bitch – She is absolutely right. I do get angry. I don’t think that’s a surprise to anyone who reads this blog. I never get angry without a reason, but I definitely display my displeasure when crossed.  If somebody wrongs me, am I’m supposed to take the “high road” and just be  quiet? Or as she suggested: I should pull a Kim Kardashian and ‘smile, wiggle and make a sex tape’. Although, last time I checked, Kim’s not married either so I guess that’s not the appropriate reaction after all.  Read more of this post

for my single ladies…

It’s not you. It’s them. And that’s not a bad thing.  I’m not a relationship expert. I don’t have a PHd or a masters on the subject. But I have dated a hell of a lot of men. I won’t say how many just in case my Dad decides to read this. But I will say I’ve dated enough to know a few things about a few things.  I’ve dated everyone from Russian to Dominican- I consider myself a connoisseur. There isn’t an attractive man I haven’t considered on some level before. Obviously as I have matured, so has my taste in men, but my point is- I’ve been there, done that, have the t-shirts.  I love men. Always have. Always will. I’m not bitter about that. There is something fantastic about many parts of them- if not the total package.

Men don’t sit around reading self help books to figure out why they are single. They don’t go to therapy to fix their inner demons after a bad breakup. They don’t chop off all their hair or dye it blonde- there is no extreme makeover. They dust their asses off and live to date another day. And yet, as females, we are expected to have all of these “self reflective” moments.  Each failed relationship results in a post mortem of “what went wrong” and how we “could have done it differently”.  Why do we beat ourselves up so much about Who We Are? Read more of this post