Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

For most, dating isn't easy (see " Dating Game (s) post). Can I be honest? I have no idea on where to begin! With each failed relationship, after sulking and licking your wounds one would hope that they have at least learned something from the experience. As much as we invest in these relationships, even after their demise we should hope to take something away from it. Whether that means that you no longer have tolerance for someone who doesn't make you happy, or finally realizing someone who only changes their underwear on special occasions may not be the right person for you... the bottom line is that you have standards. For me, standards were truly created and defined after navigating the terrain of turbulent relationships. Its not that I hadn't a clue of what I wanted in a partner, its just that a few go-rounds with the wrong person will let you know what you DON'T want in a partner. Negative experiences will often leave me far less receptive ...

" You know I care about you", he whined. He always seemed to whine when he was trying to persuade her. His brown eyes were wild and pleading. She didn't want to. She couldn't put a finger on why she didn't or when she would, but she just didn't. He still kept at it. What was a conversation became a debate. Every sentence said was in the form of an argument. He was stating his case. Why was he so passionate? "I'm not going to go anywhere. You know that." His frustration became apparent. He was annoyed with her for being so indecisive. He was impatient. He didn't want an answer, he wanted "the answer". She began to feel nervous. He did care for her, she knew that ... he isn't going anywhere... she knew that . Why was it so hard to give in? He finally relented with a few cuss words and turned his back to her. She felt like she upset him. Her nurturing instinct told her to make him feel better. She touched his shoulder, be...

When you first quenched your thirst for the first high heels and purse that enticed you what did I do? I fell down and cried and with red rimmed eyes I asked you why and you let out a sigh and tried to console me but I refused because I wasn't used to be comforted by the enemy and when I couldn't be consoled for you the scene grew old and you became so bold to be so cold and tell me I overreacted. Later we became friends and reconciled again and then you left me for her we don't need to know her name because she is one and the same several women morphed into one and "any other woman" is her name and I cried once more and lay in a fetal position on the floor because my heart ached and ached and my spirit was sore from being broken again and your knee took a slow bend and you came down to me and you kissed my cheek and seemed to be tickled that my strong spirit could so meek all because of you Only I didn't feel tickled, I w...