Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Love in the Midst of the ATL Shuffle
Am I my Sister’s Keeper? – The Blog
Love in Midst of the ATL Shuffle
How do you find love in the midst of the ATL? African American professional ladies in the ATL always ask the same question to each other. How do you find love in a city were your chances of even finding a man, a real one are very slim? Let’s see ladies, what are our choices? We have those fine, buffed, gorgeous men who are tailored, smell good and keep it tight, who are also openly gay. We have the fit trim athletic type man who goes for the Caucasian woman. We have the all together professional man who has it all together but who also only goes after career and money. We have the cute blue-collar man who we can’t relate too. The down low brother – need I say more. And finally we have the baller, entertainer/promoter who is only out for self.
So I ask again, how do you navigate this sea of sharks to find your one true love? What do you look for? What do you do? Do you become this professional love seeker and in every man you meet you size him up as a potential mate? Do you buy your wedding gown set a date and stalk ever man you meet? Or do you simply give up and say you will never find love?
Love is here. There are many couples in this city yes I do mean Atlanta that are happy and only into each other. So ladies, hang in there and don’t give up. Become the best you that you can be. Pursue your dreams and go for what makes you happy. Let love find you. When the right love finds you it will be worth it and it will be FABULOUS!
Ok Ladies and Gents Chime in:
1. What is your recipe to find love?
Monday, May 9, 2011
Text Message? Seriously?
Am I my Sister’s Keeper? – The Blog
“Text Message? Seriously?!!!”
Ok I’m having a little issue with text messaging. I know it is the wave of the future and everybody and their Momma text instead of talking but damn are we loosing the art of talking to each other. The following text exchange really got my panties in a bunch:
Initial Text: Hey
Ok it came earlier in the day. I didn’t think much of it because I hadn’t heard from this guy in 5 or 6 months. So there was no rush getting back to him. I know what all you guys are thinking but a sister’s busy and if you don’t want to take the time to keep in touch you get placed low on the totem pole.
However, I’m not a total hard ass. I wanted to at least give him the courtesy of a response. I responded:
Text from me: Hello how are you?
Response text: Wow I text you yesterday
Text from me: I know it was a hectic day but I’m responding now. What’s up? (trying to keep my temper in check.)
Response text: I wanted to take you out yesterday but you didn’t respond.
Text from me: Surely you would have been a little more courteous and would give me a little more advanced notice for a date instead of expecting I would be available at the last minute.
Response text: I was just trying to be spontaneous
I looked at my phone and said spontaneous? I scratched my head because I didn’t understand that comment. You are spontaneous with your girlfriend, not someone you haven’t spoken too in 6 months. And, you had the nerve to text me. What about picking up the phone and saying hello, how have you been? Let’s get together? I can see if we were in our twenties. I can see a twenty-year-old boy asking a girl out like that but someone damn near 50!!! Give me a break.
Call me old fashioned. I want to be asked out properly. I don’t want a text message saying “Hey” That’s not an invitation. That’s someone who just wanted to say hello. I believe he got stood up and he was going through his phone to see who would bite and respond to him.
Ok all, it’s time for you to chime in:
1. Is the art of actually talking to one another dead?
2. Is it proper to ask someone out via text message or am I just too old fashioned?
3. Do real men ask real women out via text message?
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Mr. Right or Mr. Wrong or Mr. How Long
Am I my Sister’s Keeper? – The Blog
“Mr. Right or Mr. Wrong or Mr. How Long
Ok all, I have to ask the age old question, do the ladies go to da club to find Mr. Right as in husband or to find Mr. Right Now as in let’s have some fun. Better yet, brother’s do you do the same? You know this is a new century and to let E-Harmony tell it, 1 out of 5 relationships start online but that’s another blog! So is it a far stretch to say yes you go to the club to find your Mr. or Mrs. Right? If you do go to the club and find a man would he be a good mate? The saying goes you get what you’re looking for so if you meet him at the club does that necessarily make him automatically Mr. Wrong?
Now let me back up and tell you a little story so you can understand how I came up with this little dilemma. My girl and I wanted to get out so of course me, being all saditty suggested a swanky little restaurant where you can get awesome drinks, grown up conversation and real people music. It was kind of dead so my girl looks at me and says “come on let’s go to Shout. Those of you from the “A” know exactly the place. For those of you who don’t know it’s this hip little trendy place off Peachtree where all the fabulous people go! (yawn!)
So I look at my girl with a raised eyebrow. “No, it’s not what you’re thinking it’s cool and besides they play old school music.” She insisted.
So we go. I walk in. It wasn’t bad. Not crowded and the music was nice. It was old school. It was some kind of Omega Psi Phi funders day weekend as there were Q’s everywhere. Everyone was congregating at the bar. This Q comes up to me practically salivating and rightfully so. I was looking Exxxxquisite as the gay hostess shrieked at the restaurant and I had to agree with him. I was dressed in skinny jeans, with black patent leather spiked heeled boots over the top, a black bustier with a form fitting leather jacket over the bustier. He was ogling me like I was a piece of steak but that was to be expected from a Q! So he was spitting his best rap in my ear and I mean spitting in the literal sense of the word. He saw I wasn’t buying it so he walked away. Now don’t get me wrong. He was a nice guy but married. So I was polite but after so long he had to keep it moving!
My girl and I were enjoying the music dancing. We were taking a break. My girl headed to the bar. Mr. Q dog came over to sit next to me. He starts coming at me talking about why I’m here.
“Why are you here?” He said with a half slur.
“Enjoying the music and having some fun. Just like you.” I replied
“Why you got these all hanging out?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Them.” He said pointing to my breasts. “Those are for someone at home, for your husband or something.” He continued.
“What?” I said with this disgusted look on my face.
“Yeah there are some respectable men in here?”
“Ok what is that supposed to mean?”
“Well you could meet your husband in here and those should be for him.” He said. Mind you the brother didn’t bother to ask if I was already married or if I had a significant other. He just automatically assumed that I was single. He continued on his triad about how I should be dressed and that basically I was looking like a tramp and no respectable man would want me as he was sitting there salivating all over me. He even had the nerve to say that if he’d asked me he could definitely take me home and screw me. He didn’t use those words exactly if you know what I mean.
I had this incredulous look on my face. First of all, he wasn’t my type. He had this played out S-curl in his head and was dressed like he came from his college dorm room. The Negro was 35 and dressed like Webster. I started not to say anything because basically he was calling me a ho and that if I looked the way he wanted me to look then maybe one of his frat brothers would marry me. So I turned to him and said:
“I didn’t come in here to find holy matrimony, I got dressed up, purposely looking sexy to make Nigga’s like you drool, get my dance on, get my drink on and go home. I do not go to a club to look for Mr. Right.” I wanted to add “Mother Fucker” but that just wouldn’t have been lady like! J
After that statement, Webster left to find another target who would buy his bull shit. I continued to get my dance on until the music and the crowd changed and I went home like a respectable woman does when she has had a fun night out on the town with her girls!
Ok your turn to chime in:
1. Do women go to the clubs searching for Mr. Right?
2. If you meet someone at the club could he be marriage material?
3. Is there something wrong with looking sexy when you go out?
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