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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

I'm For Me!!

Its Tuesday morning, and I've watched the last hour of Polly(only one of greatest movies ever made) again on my DVR. As I'm writing my blog, I have friends that have read it ask me why I'm saying its so hard to find chocolate men in the city,especially since I always tend to be talking to a different guy? Or they say, well you just need to spend more time in the East Bay(Oakland).

Alright, I feel I should give you a brief overview of my dating experiences with chocolate men in both San Francisco and Oakland. So where shall I start...hmm...lets start with my chocolate man experience, the wide receiver at City College of San Francisco,he was a very fine piece of chocolate with a southern swagger, boy I was head over heels for him. However it turned out, he needed to know where I was every single second and breathe of my day,to the point where, this fool was calling me at 3am, and getting mad when I didn't answer because I was sleep!!! Mmm...no sir, he was fine, but not that fine!! But thankfully he has changed we spoke recently and he is doing great. The next one I met while he was doing some work for my grandmother, now that one was tricky,he was chocolate alright and I'll admit, I loved the man, and part of me still and always will. Now my issue with this chocolate brother was, he couldn't get himself together, and we all know the saying "I Can Do Bad By Myself". It wasn't even that I minded working together to get where we needed to be it was just he wasn't even trying to be anywhere.

The next few chocolate men I'm going to mention are just chocolate men that I established relationship with but never quite took off. There was the fine 24hr Fitness brother,college basketball player at UNLV and pure fineness he was,but fineness only goes so far, he couldn't seem to pull himself away from the "sushi" type so it wasn't going anywhere. Then there was the chocolate brother with the huge Afro, that worked in the politics,smoked a lot of weed but was always on some conscious stuff, which I loved, but I just couldn't get with the fact that he smoked all day, and all night. Then there was the chocolate man, that was my boy from work,now we alway flirted but I don't think I ever really made it clear that I liked him,ultimately he became a cuddle buddie. Our issue, well I'm not really sure,but I know he was good people and thankfully he is still around,happy and finally has a girl that is treating him right. Then there was the fine and mean fine chocolate brother I met online(yes I tried, and NO I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!!) boy was on point,job,lifestyle,the education and good LORD the body was just to die for, I thought hey this could work out,but my gut told me something wasn't right. What was it you ask that wasn't right,well I really couldn't tell you, I know on my end, I broke couple of rules that at the time I wish I hadn't but looking back, I'm thankful I did. Had I not broken those rules I wouldn't have known what I know now,that I'm worth way more than what he thought I was.

I could go on and talk about the other chocolate men I've met in San Francisco and in Oakland,but the fact remains, is this: for every chocolate man I've dated, I've dated three non-chocolate men. I want to make it clear that I have no problem with dating other types of men,but at 29 almost 30 I've dated, been there and done that and at the end of the night I want a man that is going look at me see himself. I am not saying I'm in a rush to get married or I feel sorry for myself because I'm single no, I'm over that. I will admit there was a time when every guy I met I thought of as potential mates but I've learned through numerous experiences that every man just doesn't have "potential" and you know what? Its ok because I'm just not for everyone! I'm for God and I'm for me!!!


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"That Black Girl"

1 comment:

  1. interesting point of view. Good news is that we are all not that bad. Keep in mind that timing is the key to everything.

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