I'm not really big on introductions, so this will not be some elaborate post containing the many details of my life and what led to me to this point, like how I couldn't find the Edge Control and missed the bus to go to the gym this morning, because it really doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm here; a 29 and a half year old, single, DC area native with no kids and no husband potential in site. This is how I arrived at today's topic...
Historically, "dating" consisted of the act of a man courting a woman that he is interested in order to get her to agree to be in a relationship with him. That concept got lost somewhere between "BlackPlanet" and "Friends with Benefits," and now there are men who believe that women need to PURSUE THEM. In fact, someone said it on Facebook this morning, so it MUST BE TRUE. (Shame on people who actually believe that).
All of the desperate woman and punk ass men can have that. I wasn't raised that way, I prefer my men with big balls and strong backs. I am attracted to men that know and accept their roles as leaders of a household who also expect their women to be ladies first. As Syleena Johnson once said, "If you wanna be the king, you gotta wear the crown," and I am only attracted to strong men who know how to treat women the way that they are supposed to be treated. At the end of the day, the only thing that good sex will do is mess up my hair and my sheets. (And raise my body count...boo!) I am not saying that I am celibate, but this Ms Eldridge doesn't put out on the first, second or third date.
Speaking of dates...my last date was with a very polished and educated man who was a not so recent DC transplant. He was the type of guy that I would have looked over five years go, but could appreciate as an adult. I'd met him by way of some "light banter" at one of my regular haunts and we exchanged contact information. The more that I talked to him, the more that I was finding out that we had in common and he appeared to be a very open individual. We exchanged pics, texts and emails which was a nice change of pace because it was refreshing to be dealing with someone who knew what a noun, verb, and a predicate was. Well, Mr "Could Be Perfect" failed to omit that he was seriously dating someone that he was ready to marry. Oh and he added that we just had so much in common that he hoped that we could be good friends. OH PLEASE!!! My response was the "delete" button; I still haven't decided if that conversation should be featured on Instagram.
What did I learn from this? If someone seems to good to be true, they probably are. Or all nerdy guys are creeps that usually have some other situation going on. OR I could just stop dating black men as a whole. That last solution looks better and better every time that I think about it....
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