Something's wrong with me. Can't quite put my finger on the general problem, but the symptoms are easy to identify.

I've met this very nice guy. Very nice personality, but he honestly doesn't have the very nice physical package that I like. Already, I'm sighing at this concept, but I know what I like, just like guys know what they like. He looks at me, and I see that wide smile spread across his chocolate face. I look at him, and I don't hear bells ringing becuase it's a match made in heaven. For me, it's just a date to get to know someone. I'm not sure what it is for him, but things have changed since that first, very awkward date at Chili's.

My new friend will be called Sam because he can follow his very wide nose just as good as Toucan Sam can follow his to Froot Loops. I'm not exaggerating. I didn't think God made noses that wide unless there's a pregnant woman that spread everywhere. If Sam was into drugs, he would not be invited to do a line of cocaine. Probably because he'd inadvertently do two lines. But beyond that, Sam is reasonably decent looking. He's the color of a dark chocolate candy bar with beautiful milk chocolate (not hazel) eyes. Sam smiles easily and carries himself with confidence. Now, he does carry well over 300 pounds on his 5'11" frame, and I'll admit that bothers me -- even though I'm no where near 105. I love men with meat on their bones, and he doesn't have to be some cockdiesel brotha that lives in the gym because he can't go a day without popping the veins in his neck. I like 'em kinda like Cedric the Entertainer. Meaty and cuddly but not so meaty that I fear the idea of him laying on top of me. But he has decent breath! I can't take 24 hour bad breath, and Sam doesn't have oral hygiene issues. One point for Sam.

While I can go on and on about physical attributes I don't like, the sweet side of him can be a long list, too. I can appreciate the many things he's done for me. First of all, he lives in a different large Georgia city, so he drives over an hour to see me. He even did that recently on a Thursday night...and he didn't get any loving! On another day, he's driven out of the way to see me, and he washed and waxed my car. It was easy for him because he worked in the car detailing industry for a while. He does lots a great things with complete unselfishness because he is crazy for me just the way I am.

How long have I been waiting to have someone feel that way for me??? Too long. But why can't I accept him in the package that he's in? Perfection does not describe me, so it's easy to admit that it's not fair to expect perfection for him. I honestly would like him to have some of the major points like a decent physique and being in Metro Atlanta. *sigh*

But of course there's more to the story. It can't be that cut and dry. I would tell what more there is, but then I'd have to go into more details on why we're on hiatus. Like I told Sam, it's not a breakup (because we're not a couple). It's just a small break for us to regroup and start anew, and we can't communicate during the break. He may get a call before the week is out, but I still have a lot of thinking to do. But I haven't thought that hard about it because I'm enjoying the silence and my phone not ringing with "I'm Sprung" whenever Sam calls.

Yeah, something is wrong with the kid.

I miss New Orleans so much!!! I had a blast there!

I'm sure that I forgot to mention that I went to my Slumber Parties National Convention in The Big Easy, and it was the most fun ever! There was a lot of learning, networking, and lightbulb moments. Best believe there was plenty of fun with my random roommates, members of my Georgia Peaches family, and the men of Nawlins.

I must share more later. But never deny the power in a fabulous wig. Everyone swears that the wig looks like it should be growing out of my head. Give me a little time to post a pic.

Remember folks: Never make anyone a priority if they make you an option.