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2.14.2007

Boredom has set in lately. So, to avoid the boredom, I called one of those chat lines. I honestly haven't been meeting any guys lately because I'm always doing something with women that has me holed up in a house. Seriously, step practice is Monday and Wednesday at my soror's home, and I'm always trying to do something with Slumber Parties, and that involves more women. So, I decided to try it out because even when I meet guys on the street, they are nowhere close to what I'm looking for.

This goes against NOPI's conventional little brother wisdom. "That's where you go to find hoes. You don't find love on that line."

Moi: "But I'm not looking for love. I'm just looking to kick it. If a dude falls head over heels for me, then cool. If he doesn't, then I still got to keep some company with the opposite sex with a clear understanding of where things are."

NOPI gives me one of those "Are you serious?" looks again. "That's nice that you think it can work that way, but if a dude is looking for a ho, and he gets a nice, cool girl with a good head on her shoulders, he's still gonna try to bring out her inner ho because every cool girl has one."

Now, that's true. A woman who wants to be perceived as decent operates under that M.O.: lady in the streets, freak in the sheets. Makes sense, so I can't be mad at NOPI's logic. I don't like it, but it's the reality of the situation I put myself into.

So, I've met three guys on the line, and one is hiding. Maybe something is wrong with him. I know nothing is wrong with me because I sent him a very cute pic of myself (something I should put on this profile) looking all glossed up and eyes just a-poppin'. We've talked since he's received the picture, but I still don't have one for him. Hmmm.... Regardless (and it's not irregardless because that ain't a word), everyone is always a friend until further notice, and I'm not looking for more than a friend right now anyway. If someone becomes more than a friend, then that's splendid. If it's just platonic like it is with the dude who is hiding, then that's fine, too.

But Special K has to come along. It's still hilarious to me that he popped into my world, and we literally grew up in the same neighborhood. He grew up in the front of my subdivision, and I was in the back of the subdivision by the church. He knew a lot of the names that I knew, and we reminisced and dropped names for a long time. Absolutely amazing. We finally met last Friday and had a decent time together. I didn't get a hug, and that was cool because quite frankly, his breath was rancid. I don't get why some guys don't know that breath strips, breath mints, or even peppermints actually exist. They are not a part of someone's vivid imagination.

Well, Special K and I have been talking. Then he sends this text message saying he wants to talk to me about something. Cool. I'm down for convo because we both are two cool people that like honesty. Special K sounds somewhat nervous and then asks, "What are your intentions towards me?"

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That was the intial response because that's a damn girl question. Especially a young naive girl who doesn't know any better than to ask a guy a question like that. I asked that when I was maybe 20, and I didn't get a real answer until the situation got crazy. He finally answered with, "I thought we could have had a future together." WTF? And that was pretty much the response I had last night.

ME: "I honestly can't answer that. I don't know at this time." Safe. Easy. Non-commital. "What about your intentions?"

Special K: "Well, I see us as friends."

Me: "Umm....I thought that was exactly where we are right now."

Special K: "Well, I just wanted things to be clear for both of us. I didn't want one of us talking about how we met someone and things become awkward because one of us likes the other one."

That's some weirdness to me because things were just cool as we ran under the assumption of being platonic friends. I've always ran with the rule "Friends until further notice", and that's the same rule that a guy can use with me. It's a great rule that keeps things clear until you need a discussion about "I think I like you as more than a friend". So, Special K's big announcement really should've been kept to himself. He has more of a reason to shut up about it because later in the call....

Special K: "OK, let me straight with you about everything. I've been talking to my ex [of 1 year], and things are cool right now. There's no commitment, but we might be looking at getting back together."

Now, that was a classic case of a few sentences too many in a conov. I was cool at "Let's be friends". Great. But now you've been talking to your ex that is your ex for a reason. Now, realistically, he can do that. I've done that, and it's a reality. I don't like the part that he started getting to know me and already assigned me to the friend role, especially when his ex comes along. It's not too serious, but I feel kinda used. Like a rebound girl. As far as I know, I've never been a rebound girl until now. That stuff ain't cute, especially when it's revealed who you are. Damn honesty....

So...all of that comes around to the final detail. Special K is gonna want me at some point. How do I know? Because I'm gonna make it so. Dude will want me within the next year, and I'll gladly decline. I remember one of my old friends did that to a guy, and I thought it was so mean. Now, I completely understand why she did it. I'm not one for being used or played. But you wanna play? Cool. Let the games begin, buddy. (And not on a Musiq tip...no special arrangements here.)

2.08.2007

New Mantra

I'm taking baby steps as I get my Slumber Parties business to grow and flourish. I know that it's a great business with great products including lingerie, sex toys, and lotions. We have great stuff and great support, but what do I have? Do I have the drive to make it happen for real for real?

I believe that I do. I just found the perfect mantra for my business and my life in general.

Kick your own a$$ every day.

You won't make a real difference in your life if you keep letting yourself slide each and every day. Take my eating habits. I gotta be more strict about eating treats or foods that aren't good for me. So what can I do to kick my own a$$? Well, I was real good and bypassed the Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch that was on sale. I got Fruit and Cream Variety Pack of Kroger Oatmeal. It was regular sugar, and I can tell that I'm getting more accustomed to less sugar. But it's what I have to do. I can't throw in the towel just because it's getting hard. I can't take the easy way out just because I can clean up the mistake by starting over again.

So, I'm kicking my own butt in business, too. I have a goal to meet one new person whenever I'm out. That one new person is better than no new people at all. Same thing with the weight loss. I was beat the hell up when I was jogging uphill, but I know it'll pay off in the long run.

Off to make money (and I only typed for 6 minutes. Doug E. Fresh, you're on!)