True Colors.

     Here I am watching Mad Men recaps where they have a writer/director comment before every commercial break. (IDK the characters' names since this is only the 2nd episode I've ever seen but) One young wife is planning to leave her husband because he isn't who she thought he was... like, she just found out he gave her a fake name. The director guy goes on to say that he wanted the scene to question the idea of "Is it possible to be loved when people see who you are?"

Well, is it?

      Here's the thing, I'm not sure. I'm not sure I even like who I am. I mean, I love myself but I'm not the nicest, most honest person there is. Let's be serious. My self-centeredness is the ultimate catalyst behind my success and... childlessness. (Teen pregnancy is a bug in the water out here.) But that's not something I think I should apologize for. I mean, isn't it a good thing I have no children? But men might not like a woman so motivated.

     Speaking of motivation. $$ is the motive. Money is ALWAYS the motive. (Here's when the gold digger rears her head) Since I have my own goals --spiritual, personal, professional AND financial --is it wrong for me to want a man with similar goals? Perhaps I won't end up with a sports player who might've lucked out and gotten drafted. Or a Hip-Hop artist because they're all either "on their way" to the top or bottom.  But, YES, I want a man who is pulling an acceptable weight. He needs to play the right cards to be on my team. I would never ask a man to support me but if something were to happen (accident, loss of job, etc.) we need to be able to live comfortably off of one person. My comfort level is simply higher than some other women.

     On the same note, men like women who dress nice and have nice things and look good but don't want to put in the work to maintain that. If a woman is trying to live off of you, that's one thing. But the tokens of appreciation are distinct. I don't want a birthday card, I want birthday at the spa. I don't want a pair of cheap synthetic shoes from Bakers, I want (to say Louboutin but I won't) a little Tory Burch or BCBG. But when my lifestyle changes, the things I want are going to change as well. I'm not asking for off the runway pre-ordered merchandise here (although that'd be niiiiiiicceee).

     So what man would want me if I told him the truth? Yes, I want all the love & physical attraction but I also want to be pampered and spoiled and treated like a queen. I only ask because I am sure of my ability to treat a man like a King. No one said it wouldn't be 50/50. I'm willing to do what a woman should do. Cook, clean, care and comfort.  Meanwhile, I'm an educated woman with a degree under my belt and more to come. All I know is that I won't be broke... so he shouldn't be either. As my homie, Brit Owens, would say "I can't bring no broke man home."

    

Hard to Read.

"You ain't needy, greedy, needy or easy as these other breezy's."
T.I. in Drake's "Fancy"


    On one of my nerd days, I picked up Ogilvy's "On Advertising" and came across a passage on how black lettering on white background is easier to read than black on white. With that said, I'm forcing you to read my blog in the more difficult way.

      Perhaps I want this blog to be difficult to read. I don't want people to breeze through this (or any of my writing for that matter) with ease, forgetfulness or disdain.  I reread my own blogs and notice the typos and grammatical errors. Some I fix, but those that don't affect the readability stay. I dont have the time nor the mind-space to focus on you. Sorry, but as I said in my first post ever, "The Grand Unveiling", this act of writing is for me. Not for you. With that said, I think some blogs should be difficult. Especially mine. (Maybe a new genre of writing called "Requires Thinking.") My blog is as hard to read as I should be.  Additionally, as difficult as my fellow women should be.

    "But now the next time we chill shit can happen lol" was the text I got from a friend this morning. Last night, she was debating whether she should fuck on the first date. It's always a no in my book, but... to each his own. Problem is, EVERYONE would know if she did. That I guarantee.  Us women shouldn't make ourselves so accessible.  From my experience, it seems that the ease makes men lose interest and gain a sense of entitlement over you. The same sense of entitlement that causes one to floor the gas in your car because it's yours. You can damage your own property, so what?

      If you read my blog from last night, "Celibacy", (I'm not as bad a drunk blogger as I thought! Lol) you'll read that I sent out some unreturned texts last night. Today, there are a lot of texts I'm not returning. Am I the only one that remembers The Golden Rule?

   I typically don't speak on behalf of anyone but myself, but Ladies, yall need somebody to have your backs. Here it goes:

From my Ladies to the Fellas: You will NOT respond to me when YOU find it best. You will think of me first. You will give me the attention I need and deserve. I will not be pushed to the side or treated anything close to second rate. I understand my worth, and trust, I will show it to you. You do not own me. No one does.  No one will. If you want this, this is going to be hard. Very hard, indeed. Cuz I ain't easy.

Celibacy

The 3am Blues.

      I might be the only person leaving Ultra NOT tryin to get some tonight. I went out with 3 girls tonight. One is waiting on a guy to come over, one was dropped off at an afterparty and the other on her  way to pick up her daughter ( I don't really want to explain).

      Me? I'm home. In my mother's basement. Now, it's not that I can't get any, but do I really want  the any that's being offered to me? I just got off the phone with a guy i gave my number too (out of boredom).  Both outside of the club and for the couple of minutes we spoke, the conversation focused on "Who else did you give your number to?" Where's the game at?

     Where's the "I think you're beautiful"s and the "I'd like to get to know you"s (IDK how to punctuate those but you get my drift.)? Not to mention, the guy I want to talk to didn't return my texts and here I am in limbo trying to decide whether or not I should delete his number. This is a debate I find myself in weekly.

      What am I even looking for? The battle I'm currently fighting is one in which I try to determine whether I want love or sex. I want both. But I'm unsure of how to get  both. Any advice? I'll llisten to ANYTHING.

Well, ladies and gents, I am simply blogging under the influence. Hope you enjoy my sorrows.

      My phone is ringing... but I think the man on the other side of the phone thinks he's halfway into my panties (nothing good comes at 3:17am) so I'm going to let him and you all wonder what comes next. Goodnight XOXOXO.

Misery Loves Company

“And her friends say I ain't the one to go for. 

She just get jealous cause you always get approached more. 

Oh well, tell her fall back. Caught up in some old shit? Tell her call back. 

Tell her get a man that ain't cheating on her ass wit a girl that I know. 

Yeah tell her all that.” 

Drake -- A Little Bit

Just finished rewatching Episode 5 of Basketball Wives. I admit, I watch the show religiously and WILL tune in for Season 2.  In this particular episode, Gloria Govan  is singled out as the "shady ass bitch" because she doesn't want to associate with Royce, because is NOT a wife, just a girl would be lucky enough to sleep with a basketball player. Gloria is thrown into a battle with the other wives on various levels stemming from misunderstanding and envy. Funny how a good relationship can bring you joy and unhappiness all in the same stroke of fortune. 

Bad TV is bad TV and as unhealthy as my obsession with it might be, I can’t help but to find small life lessons in the most unexpected of places. Now, I’m not saying I want to be one of these Basketball Wives (completely) but Gloria seems to be the only wife concerned with maintaining her relationship. The other wives talk incessantly about how the Govan’s relationship is headed downhill, but what do they know? Just because they have no faith in their own relationships, should Gloria retire all trust int he man she vowed to love until her death? 

Is that the green of envy?

Now for the lesson I learned:

At the end of May, I met a guy who... is...exactly. Exactly what I hoped for but wasn’t expecting. Thinking I could trust my friend’s opinion, I shared my thoughts, to which she responded by telling me to stop talking to him. Apparently, I was falling too hard too fast. I didn’t have enough walls up.   And (the best part) it was “all game anyways”. 

In sum, I wasn’t a bitter enough bitch. I wasn’t ruining it fast enough. I wasn’t arguing wit him often enough.  I wasn’t opening my legs to him soon enough. 

Envy is greener up close.

"I'm ready to meet whoever it is I'm going to be with" I confided to my best friend since the first grade. I hoped she'd tell me that she was happy for me. Maybe that I deserved it. I naively wished she would have more faith in that I'd find him than I had. 

     “I didn’t expect that from you. I thought you’d want to chill since you just got out of school. You know, do you,” she explained. Since she just got out of an unproductive relationship and is really just “tryina fuck” whatever guy is at the top of her list at the moment, I don’t know how I could’ve expected a different response. Besides, I’m the only friend she has without children or responsibility. The perfect club partner. I always was #1 wingman. Now as I enter the [not telling] month of my partially chosen celibacy, she doesn't understand why I'd wait on this guy. Much less why when he's around, I've chosen not to sleep with him. 

What do you do when you can no longer trust your friends’ opinions? Who do you confide in? No one. Family. Him. The list of confidants narrows and your left to debate the next step by yourself. Perhaps this is a chance for maturing and growth. I don’t know. And the person I can see who seems to understand the situation is Gloria. 

What I learned from Gloria: Don’t go to the reunion. Rather, places where bitter, upset bitches congregate to spread the hate. 

     So here I am. In the house, because I’d rather not have to avoid the conversations. I've found myself having to dodge the questions. I give minimal detail. A relationship is between TWO people, unless you’ve agreed on an different arrangement. But I’m not Penelope Cruz or Scarlett Johansen & this isn’t Vicky Cristina Barcelona. 

    You can keep your friends close, but your friends and your enemies might be one in the same. Keep your eyes open. 

<3 Miss Lady-Thousand