I say this every time I come back here but I swear I'm gonna start blogging more often!! But in the meantime....
Dating is frustrating.
You meet a guy, through a mutual friend, work, pumpin gas on New York Ave., or through a social network. Pick your poison.
So you and said Sir hit it off. GREAT conversation, similar interests, and, lest we forget, the ever-important mutual physical attraction. Every night you tell yourself: "Just chill out. Don't over-analyze it, let it flow. Don't have any expectations...whatever is meant to be will be." But lo and behold, what happens? You catch feelings for Sir. And why wouldn't you? He's intelligent, articulate, carries himself in a respectable manner, and overall seems like a decent guy. A hot commodity, because you and every other woman with an I.Q. higher than a Barbie knows his type is hard to come by. He knows it too. But in this case, that's not even the issue.
The issue is, it just isn't there. Or shall we say, he's just not THAT into you. Yeah you all had your fun, a few good times, but that's it. Nobody's done anything wrong to any body else, and you had the good sense not to have sex with him. It just didn't work out. It sucks, yes, but you lick your wounds, pick yourself up, and get on with your life.
And the vicious cycle continues.
THEN, you've got your raggedy ass ex tryna weasel his tired ass back into your life. Or the not-so-raggedy ex tryna make his comeback like Jordan wearin the 4-5, willing and ready to give you everything you wanted and needed while you were together. And being the intelligent and ever-evolving woman that you are, you've grown since then. You want more. You need more. You deserve more. So neither one of those are the look you're going for. But the look you are trying to achieve, the ideal ensemble, isn't available in your size! You can't win for losing!
But as frustrating as this process may be, I refuse to give up. I believe each one of these men have come into my life for a reason, of course. The MEN. Not the boys that invite me out on my birthday to the bar, but not to buy me a drink (Let's not and say we did, okay?). Or the the ones that steal a pair of jeans from the mall. Nigga....YOU'RE 24!!! If you can't afford them, that's fine. But STEALING CLOTHES with two sources of income and 6 years of college under your belt (maybe that's the problem)?! FUCK OUTTA HERE!!
*Ahem*
I digress.
Like I was saying, I know each one has been placed to teach me and help me grow to become a better woman....COOL! But dammit can yall devise a new lesson plan?? Cuz this shit is getting real old, real quick!
I bet you think this post is about you....don't you? DON'T YOU?!