Learning About Boys...

I don’t wanna be loved...I don’t wanna be loved. Yup, Ms. Miguel (as I like to call him) speaks to my soul with that song. No bite marks, no scratches, no hickeys. Just wham bam thank you maam...get dressed, go home, and call me when you’re ready for round two.  Ok, I’m not THAT raw with it, but I just can’t get dudes to understand that I’m NOT looking for a relationship right now. After being with someone for two years (and technically not OFFICIALLY broken up) you can’t just jump into a new relationship after six months. Thats a mistake that is made too often. I’ve even done it myself...hell that’s how I ended up in my last situation. I need time to cool off and find myself. Wait...that sounds corny. 

Seriously though, I gotta take time to evaluate my last relationship and figure out what went wrong (although I already have a pretty good idea). And I can’t do that with another dude tied to my arm. Besides, I’m kinda sorta enjoying the single life.

Being single is what you make of it. Yeah there are people that say the single life sucks and I understand how that feels. After all, the weather is about to get cold and its gonna be cuffin season. Cold nights by the fireplace sipping hot chocolate with the boo...laying up on the couch watching movies...hot passionate sex. Yup, that’s what its all about.

UNFORTUNATELY I can’t be cuffed right now. It wouldn’t be fair to me or the other person because they wouldn’t have my full attention. I have a lot going on right now. School, work, running a business, trying to have a social life. Yeah, so a relationship doesn’t quite fit into the equation. And I tell niggas all the time “I’m not looking for a relationship” but they keep trying to tie me down. And then get mad at ME when things don’t go their way. Its really not my fault.

And for some strange reason, the young kids love me. I’m talking about the 17-18 year olds. Can’t do it...I’m not going to jail for ANYBODY (except Diggy Simmons...when will he be 18?) I don’t have time to sit around changing diapers and wiping noses. Tha fuck I look like running a day care center?

I’m learning a lot about myself though...I learned that I have a TYPE, and most of the dudes I’ve dated/talked to/played around with in the best were the exact opposite. Does that make sense? Hell naw...but it is what it is. And I learned that I only have 3 simple requirements:

1. Be able to cook
2. SEX SEX SEX
3. Leave me the hell alone so I can play video games or watch football

Don’t get me wrong, I know how to cook my own food. I’m not saying I want somebody thats gonna have breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the table when I ask for it (although that would be nice), I just want somebody that CAN cook. Is that too much to ask?

UGH

I made the mistake of telling my BF that I was bored. He called me...and I answered. I told him that I was bored and didn't have anything to do. He gave me this long ass lecture about how I should be more social and do stuff with my friends (even though he gets mad when I hang out with my friends, but he won't admit it...). Where was I? Oh...right. He said I should do stuff with my friends and enjoy the beautiful weather.

UGH

This type of stuff makes me mad...besides, most of my friends are working or out of town. And I'm really NOT a social person. I kinda like being by myself (most of the time). He really has a way of gettin under my SKIN. And then he'll say or do something to make me unMAD (is that a word?)

HMMM...

UUUGGGHHHHH *mad-face*

I'm CONVINCED...

Men experience PMS every month.

SEE

Once a month EVERY MONTH my BF walks around with a shitty ass attitude for no damn reason. Whenever I ask him what's wrong he gives me this shit-faced look and tells me that nothings bothering him.

I'm not an IDIOT and I can tell that somethings wrong with his ass, so I ask him again. He gives me the same shit-faced look, so I go on about my business. At first I just dealt with it...cause people can be moody and I know that I act like that sometimes

BUT

This shit is really starting to irritate me. *sigh* I guess I have to go back to being the OLD me...

3 Strikes

Back in my hoe single days I had one simple rule: If I call you three times and you don't answer, then I'll never call again.

SIMPLE

3 Strikes and UR OUT!

Kinda like baseball...

No EXCEPTIONS!!! It didn't matter how tite the azz was, now nice the body was, or how big the dick was.

Some people think that's a little harsh. Shit, fuck that! There's too much ass/pussy/dick out there for us to focus on one lame ass that can't get their shit together. Besides, I didn't wanna look like some thirsty ass dude that can't get a nutt. And everyone should have OPTIONS. When Option 1 starts fucking up, move on to Option 2 and so forth. Because TRUST me, you are not the only option on HIS list, and you're a dumbass if you think you are.