Michael Wasn't The Only One

I have been through a lot. When it comes to relationships I was chewed up, spit out, spit on and chewed up again just for good measure. While all of these experiences should have broken my spirit, in many ways I feel stronger than ever.
My heart is still on reserve for the right man (definition to be explained upon his arrival) but I am still finding the will and strength to be open-minded when it comes to men. Funny enough however, I have found that the less I pay attention to men the more they pay attention to me... I have to repeat that sentence for emphasis: The less I pay attention to men, the more thy pay attention to me.
I don't know why that is and truthfully I don't care. The bottom line is that I am so focused on my life, and what I feel I need to accomplish within it that the relationship I thought I longed for is no longer a priority. It's an option I am receptive to.
So this post is for the ladies...don't go chasing every guy who seems like the complete opposite of the guy that never worked out. Don't get dressed each day to attract the guy you hope to meet. Live each day fulfilling your dreams and working toward your goals. If there is a man out there for you, he will make an effort worthy of your attention and then you can decide if he is worth the distraction. Remeber, Michael isn't the only one who's bad... You are one bad mutha (shut yo mouth) too!
So if in case any one ever needs to ask "who's Bad?" your response better not be Michael.

To all my bad, hot momma's who are pressing forward.-xoxo

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