Dating, is non-existent for me this year got me thinking about some things. First, I'm not dating anyone at the moment. Nada, Zip, Zilch, Nothing. Two, I live in an area that doesn't have the "finest" crop of men. And three, I don't have any of those friends that fix me up on a blind date. I don't think my friends can ever fix me up on a blind date because of my taste. Then to think about it, my friends should know me better, alas I need a crop of better friends, except Sissy. Sissy knows me like the back of her hand. Seventeen years ago someone in high school was trying to pit me and her against each other to fight, they made the mistake of introducing us to a friendship throughout the years. So, ha ha *my Nelson voice*
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| Awww cute!! |
Today someone in a IR chat room asked:
Books that guide you on how to date white men! Ladies, would you buy them? Why or why not?
My responses to this: need to have a book called "How to date properly, period!"
And....
Inboxing you for advice to get a wbf/bff?? Umm its called being yourself. I didn't know there was a certain way to attract white men?? * scratch head*
Shit, I'm trying to attract nice normal men, not weirdos! lol the weirdos are getting less and less noticeable..
I guess because she's black and have a white boyfriend means she's the "The Guru" of the white men and that she's can give you advice to pick up the "perfect white guy." <---sarcasm.
Long ago at the age of 13, My first boyfriend, Terrence was the and first & last boyfriend in school until I had one in college. We didn't last very long, two weeks and received my first kiss *Awww*.
I like it and then hated it because it's a yucky boy but the inner girly girly, that I hid desperately was clawing out. After a taste of having a boyfriend, ehhhhh it was okay until I notice that girls competing with each other vying for a guy's attention. That looks like too much work. So I went to "only crush" mode with unsuspecting boys that knew I existed but wasn't trying capture their attention. A tomboy with girly girly circumstances. Afraid of being beautiful because the cruelty of kids, I chose to hide in the shadows. Anyways, Terrence wasn't that cute, he wore glasses and a mullet, a smart ass and always had some corny joke to tell which offended everybody. Lo and behold in some strange light one day, his ugly ass gotten handsome, the slow southern drawl became cute. His corny joke are laughable and his smart ass comments turned into intellectual quips. I had bucked teeth, wore bigger clothing to hide my overdeveloped body and didn't smile; self-conscience about my looks I couldn't believe he liked me. Buck teeth Keeshia or nappy-headed buck teeth girl is what they called me in school. Kids can be cruel and about eight years ago I started to appreciate my beauty, inside and out. Point is, he liked me for me and I couldn't believe it and the kicker: He is white. *pin drop: cue doomsday music*
The ruckus we caused at our lil country school!! GASP!
So for people who buy books on how to date interracial, In my opinion, you're wasting your time and money. I didn't need one in 7th grade, just be yourself! Heck, I want a book to teach people how to date properly and freakin' manners!! And please there's no manual in "How to Date a Black Woman." I didn't know we require special training.... All you do is come up to me and introduce yourself, tell corny joke(s) * I love humor*, buy a drink, general conversation and keep me interested. Is that hard?
Speaking of dating black women, Young Teach from Kentucky is a newbie swirler and here's his blog: http://adventuresofswirlman.wordpress.com/
I like his adventures, he's pretty darn funny!! Good luck to him in the dating world!
Sigh...so in the mist of my dating life or lack of, I became a work-a-holic. Oh there's your problem! You don't go out. Sure I do, I make time to date myself. Quite frankly, I'm a tired of looking at myself LOL. I can't continue to have conversations in my head, whip out my phone to Facebook lurk and pay for my meals. LOL.. And weirdos do flock to me. I have no idea. Completely clueless. I check myself to see if I'm in weirdo apparel, spray, hairstyle whatever. No matter what, a weirdo appears. I get the occasional run-in creepy guy, douchy douche and jerky jerk face.
And this one: the typical wwaayyy over the hill guy that is the same age as your dad. *I threw up in my mouth*
I don't do the following:
Yes, I like to turn cartwheels, do back bends and walk on my hands, I expect you to do the same. My kids have A LOT of ENERGY and so do I, not having the "Hold up, my knees are hurting" or "Can we stop and tell them to sit down and you do the same." Told you, I have constant natural energy. You'll have to keep up with us, we can't stand in one spot too long.
Hip/joint/ED<---depends on which issue(s) is not my problem. Viagra?? Cialis user? I make fun of those commercials. I'm sorry if you're bitter about your 3rd ex-wife, adult kids mooching off of you and I'm not step-grandmother material either.
You can compliment me all you want, no problem with that but unwanted advances isn't my forte to respond back. I do have a preference ya, know! So slow your roll Paw-Paw, cuz you creeping me out!
Next year,will be better when I start to slow down, chucking extra, unnecessary things in my life. Not in a rush but continue to improve myself. Until then, I will look very sexy eating sushi with a beautiful smile on my face. :)
Not a fan of Nikki Minaj but I do like this song, this goes out to the creeps & the victims they terrorize. The Lonely Island amazes me.
I like it and then hated it because it's a yucky boy but the inner girly girly, that I hid desperately was clawing out. After a taste of having a boyfriend, ehhhhh it was okay until I notice that girls competing with each other vying for a guy's attention. That looks like too much work. So I went to "only crush" mode with unsuspecting boys that knew I existed but wasn't trying capture their attention. A tomboy with girly girly circumstances. Afraid of being beautiful because the cruelty of kids, I chose to hide in the shadows. Anyways, Terrence wasn't that cute, he wore glasses and a mullet, a smart ass and always had some corny joke to tell which offended everybody. Lo and behold in some strange light one day, his ugly ass gotten handsome, the slow southern drawl became cute. His corny joke are laughable and his smart ass comments turned into intellectual quips. I had bucked teeth, wore bigger clothing to hide my overdeveloped body and didn't smile; self-conscience about my looks I couldn't believe he liked me. Buck teeth Keeshia or nappy-headed buck teeth girl is what they called me in school. Kids can be cruel and about eight years ago I started to appreciate my beauty, inside and out. Point is, he liked me for me and I couldn't believe it and the kicker: He is white. *pin drop: cue doomsday music*
The ruckus we caused at our lil country school!! GASP!
So for people who buy books on how to date interracial, In my opinion, you're wasting your time and money. I didn't need one in 7th grade, just be yourself! Heck, I want a book to teach people how to date properly and freakin' manners!! And please there's no manual in "How to Date a Black Woman." I didn't know we require special training.... All you do is come up to me and introduce yourself, tell corny joke(s) * I love humor*, buy a drink, general conversation and keep me interested. Is that hard?
Speaking of dating black women, Young Teach from Kentucky is a newbie swirler and here's his blog: http://adventuresofswirlman.wordpress.com/
I like his adventures, he's pretty darn funny!! Good luck to him in the dating world!
Sigh...so in the mist of my dating life or lack of, I became a work-a-holic. Oh there's your problem! You don't go out. Sure I do, I make time to date myself. Quite frankly, I'm a tired of looking at myself LOL. I can't continue to have conversations in my head, whip out my phone to Facebook lurk and pay for my meals. LOL.. And weirdos do flock to me. I have no idea. Completely clueless. I check myself to see if I'm in weirdo apparel, spray, hairstyle whatever. No matter what, a weirdo appears. I get the occasional run-in creepy guy, douchy douche and jerky jerk face.
And this one: the typical wwaayyy over the hill guy that is the same age as your dad. *I threw up in my mouth*
I don't do the following:
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| Look familiar? |
- Men that are my uncles and dad's age; meaning over 50 years old.
- Gold teeth
- Still married but wanna 'test' your playa skills on a young woman.
Yes, I like to turn cartwheels, do back bends and walk on my hands, I expect you to do the same. My kids have A LOT of ENERGY and so do I, not having the "Hold up, my knees are hurting" or "Can we stop and tell them to sit down and you do the same." Told you, I have constant natural energy. You'll have to keep up with us, we can't stand in one spot too long.
Hip/joint/ED<---depends on which issue(s) is not my problem. Viagra?? Cialis user? I make fun of those commercials. I'm sorry if you're bitter about your 3rd ex-wife, adult kids mooching off of you and I'm not step-grandmother material either.
You can compliment me all you want, no problem with that but unwanted advances isn't my forte to respond back. I do have a preference ya, know! So slow your roll Paw-Paw, cuz you creeping me out!
Next year,will be better when I start to slow down, chucking extra, unnecessary things in my life. Not in a rush but continue to improve myself. Until then, I will look very sexy eating sushi with a beautiful smile on my face. :)
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