Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

When it comes to relationships and choosing the right person for you, you should never compromise. Get what you want the first time and every time after that.... The Bus Driver I remember meeting a guy on the bus after a messy break up with my baby's daddy. He was actually driving the bus and he wasn't my type but I was more interested in how he was going to treat me. We went to the movies for our first date because I didn't want to feel the pressure of having to speak with him. He was late in meeting me at the designated spot that we had agreed to, which was turn off number one. When I finally met up with him it was quite disappointing to see him standing up. He had on a triple extra large graphic t-shirt that reached just about three inches above his knees. His pot belly was protruding out of his shirt as if he were five months pregnant. His jeans weren't quite tight, but they weren't baggy either. He wore the same boots that were a part of his uniform to d...

This is a true story of a teenage dating experience that I documented several years ago. I have several, and this will be the first of many. If you have ever had an awful date, I am sure you will appreciate my sad encounter with a fool named Briante. I was sixteen and working at the family catering company. We were setting up for a function and this guy decided that he wanted to get to know me. I sized him up and he looked like a herb. He had orange timberland boots and orange contact lenses (you read that correctly) and an orange t-shirt with dark blue jeans. I thought the contacts were way over the top, but I wasn't going to break on dude just because he was a walking carrot. So we exchanged numbers, and made arrangements to talk soon after. His name was Briante. When he called me, I say "Hey Briante" and he corrects me and tells me his name is pronounced Bri-ahn-tay. This was the second sign that this guy was going nowhere fast. He was older than me so I thought he mig...