My Life: Your Entertainment
I never understood why a woman would attack another woman instead of the man; if she finds out he is cheating. I’ve always had one rule, the only time I would confront another female is if she is a friend and/or family member that definitely knew about the relationship. Clearly this girl didn’t have the same rule as me.
Que the theme song from Cops, “Bad boys, bad boys what you gonna do, what you gonna do when they come for you.”
In my post Jungle Fever said, “Sidebar: Does anyone know any available white men, because I’m trying to crossover?” Well, the next day during my lunch break a Ford 250 pulled up next to me as I was walking through the Wendy’s parking lot. A mid 30s white man that said, “You are the most beautiful black woman I have ever seen.” I said, “Thanks!” Ignoring the fact that he said BLACK woman, meaning I wasn’t the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in all races.
Due to my recent discoveries I had to ask myself, “Self, do you have a problem with interracial relationships?” I consider myself pretty open. I love the gays and the Jews and love whoever they choose to love! So, why was I bothered with seeing this interracial relationship the other day?
You watch shows like “Flavor of Love” and “The Bachelor”, thinking you would never compete with a bunch of people for one person’s affection, but aren’t we doing that anyway?
Anyone who knows me well, and I mean well, knows that marriage was always on my radar. I can’t help it! I remember freshman year of undergrad, I told Angie and Shantara I wanted to be married by 23. I don’t know why I had a secret obsession with getting married. One of my fears was being the “single” friend. All of my friends get married, doing family things, and I’m still at happy hour with a freakum dress on. The second fear was just maybe I’m not the marrying kind. The guy will date me, says he loves me, we will spend holidays together, but he would never make it official and the second we break up he would go off and marry a girl within the next 6 months or so.(So,what would that say about me?) The third fear, I’ll be an old maid with a lot of cats and there is nothing more fearful than being the old mean lady who reeks of cat urine.
I had a talk with a friend of mine and he said I was superficial. I was appalled! He then said to me that when I’m describing a person that I have just met to him, I always talk about what they have, own, and their possessions first. That led me to review my blog and I noticed that in each entry I am talking about their possessions by the second paragraph and most of them, somewhere within the first paragraph.
I love a gay male! Not just any gay male though. I love the all out there, in your face, stiletto walking, and fierce attitude gay male! It’s always been my guilty pleasure and going to Florida A & M University those types of gay males came in abundance. They were toting Louis Vuitton bags, wearing Chanel Shades, BCBG flats, capris, and had much attitude to match.
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