Today I’m talking to the single people specifically!!
You meet a guy. You hit it off. You give him your phone number. He screws up. You no longer want to communicate with him. Do you use the Block feature? Or do you just stop calling and/or answering? That is the question!
I use Block for telemarketers. No hesitation. However, in my dating life I haven’t used it.
When I cut someone from the roster I just stop calling. Majority of the time when I’ve made the “do not call” decision I guess the dudes have made the same decision because I rarely have received any follow up communication.
In special circumstances, I will delete contact information and the text conversation from my phone. He no longer exists to me. This is when I know that in an inebriated state I would have a strong desire to contact him and if I have the access to their contact information then I would definitely use it. My guess is he probably wouldn’t answer. I would get sad that he didn’t answer and mad that I called in the first place. This set of events would then cause me to eat something sweet. I’d order an Oreo Madness AND a Cinnabon Caramel Pecan Cheesecake from TGIFridays through Door Dash. Yes. I am referring to actual events that have occurred. His name is. . . John Carl Williams. The name has been changed to protect me. In the past, I would refer to him by his full government name.
I’m currently considering blocking Kramer. He keeps texting paragraphs. I’m pretty sure that he wants to ask me to give him the money he spent on me since I do not like him. He wants to talk today after work. I’m curious to hear what he has to say. I definitely will not be sending him any money. I’ll block him afterwards. I am sure this chat will be great content.
Monday, Aug 8 Strike One asked that I keep my Saturday open for him. He said that he wanted to see me. Butterflies. Spontaneity is cool. However, a man stating his claim on your time in advance is automatically a turn on. What would we do on Saturday? I am a planner. Strike One stating that he wanted to spend his nearest off day with me made me feel special. Am I a priority to him? Not clear, but surely feels like it. Points.
A few days passed. Things felt off. Hmmm. Calls were few and far between. As a matter of fact, he only called when I was already asleep. Is this a sign? Did he intentionally call knowing that I’d be asleep just to check the box that he called. I’m thinking too deeply as usual. He called when he thought about me. Just breathe.
I am the pink Starburst and he is treating me like I’m a yellow.
Saturday came. We hadn’t touched base on the details of the evening. What’s the plan? I sent a text asking if we were still on. This was his response.
Thoughts?
He’s a flake. We were no longer hanging. PLUS I had to be the one to request the status update. Hmmm. I didn’t respond to the message. Annoyed. I put on my pajamas. Settled into my cozy corner of the sofa. Searched for some mindless programming. Ate something sweet. Then, I did the only thing I had the energy to do. Kick my leg up. *My BFF knows what that means.
Sadness from the movie Inside Out.
XOXO
Lesson: Words don’t mean anything without the actions to back it up.
Question: No questions, it’s definitely strike two.
Update: Strike One/Two and I had a conversation. He wanted to be honest with me. Hmmm. On Saturday after flaking on me, he decided to catch a movie “at the last minute.” Late that night, he felt like going to watch a movie. . . . with a woman. Da f*ck? I thought you felt like staying in!?! Why did he feel the need to tell me? What was I supposed to do with that information? Of course, I am seeing other guys. Friday, I met Kramer for dessert! I am the pink Starburst and he is treating me like I’m a yellow. We are not exclusive. Was he trying to make me jealous? Hmmm. DO I feel jealous? Shit. Yes, I do! I have to leave him alone. Damn it!! STRIKE THREE.
Lesson: Just words.
Question: Why do I keep falling for the same okie doke?
I give up. I officially deleted my Facebook Dating profile. I have come to the overwhelming realization that online dating is not for me. I am still open to meeting someone special. However, I am no longer actively searching for him. I am replacing my deliberate pursuit of him with accomplishing big goals, making self care a priority and continuous personal development. I. Choose. Me.
I can visualize the future me. She’s happy. She’s intentional. She shines. Shine bright like a diamond!
XOXO
Lesson: With or without him, I am going to be alright.
Question: What is your favorite form of self care?
Let’s call this one Kramer. Kramer is 6’5. He’s 49. Has one 26 year old son. Has a full time job. Jovial personality. Friday we had our initial meet and greet at City Works in Frisco. The plan was to have dessert. My sweet tooth has been out of this world lately. City Works has a Peanut Butter Snickers Pie that is divine. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Should I go there this week?
I wasn’t in the mood to meet anyone new. I’ve been feeling blah lately. I was late to the venue. Kramer text saying that he had arrived. I text saying there was traffic but I would be there soon.
I arrived and landed a parking spot right in the front. I text I was walking in the restaurant. I looked around the restaurant and the only Black man was there with someone. Kramer was nowhere to be found. I immediately ordered a Green Tea shot, and a glass of Angry Orchard. A little something to get my nerves together. I went to the restroom to freshen up. He called. This time asking me for the name of the restaurant. He was across the street at the Star taking a million pictures. Funny, that’s something I would do.
He finally arrived. The first thing that I noticed was his height. He’s very tall standing at 6’5. Nice. He had a belly. Not too big, but definitely noticeable. Interesting. He did not post any full body pictures on his Facebook Dating profile so it shocked me a bit. Not sure why it mattered considering I also have a belly. He leaned in to give me a hug. I gave him a side hug while still sitting on the barstool.
We chatted a bit. I ordered the Peanut Butter Snickers Pie that I came for. He ordered a water. No dessert. No drink. Hmmm. We talked about our children, our church home, or lack thereof, and a little about our jobs. He talked about the fact that it was hard for him to find employment so he settled for the job he was offered. Hmmm. I hadn’t really considered the struggle for a degreed Black man to find employment.
Talked a little more. He kept commenting on my looks, my legs, my feet and my body. He said that I am sexy several times. I do love compliments. However, there is a limit. I want a man that appreciates every inch of body… especially my brain. He almost seemed obsessed with my legs and feet. It was weird but I did not say anything. I finished my dessert. The waitress put the tab in the middle of both of us. He picked it up and made a comment stating that I was expensive. Hmmm. I am expensive. I had a shot, a glass of Angry Orchard, and the dessert. The plan was for dessert. He did not order anything. Is money an issue for him?
“You are falling head first into a relationship with someone you know nothing about and because you know nothing, you project a bunch of amazing qualities on them. You idealize them, put them onto a pedestal. You are basically fetishizing them.”
@therapyjeff knows my life. In one Instagram post he both diagnosed and gave me a roadmap for the future. I didn’t even have to give him a co-pay. I wonder how much is Patreon?
I have been seeing the same counselor, Hope, since I was working for the city and wanted to severely hurt my teammate. I still hate her. Yes, “hate” is a strong word. I mean it in this case. She made everyday miserable for me. I had to take two Xanax before every meeting we had together. An absolutely horrible individual. Just thinking about her makes my blood boil. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, the sad rollercoaster that is my love life.
Hope said that I “meet a guy and skip to step five before finishing steps two, three, and four.” There is no step six because I find out something crazy about him that I would have discovered at step two if I had taken my time.
For example, about a month ago, I met a guy on Facebook dating. Let’s call him “Dr. Phil.” I met Dr. Phil. We hung out once and then I proceeded to take a cue from the “Int’l Players Anthem.” I sent a text to my roster “sayin’ that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be.” I knew absolutely nothing about this man other the fact that he was incredibly nice, very into me, and was ready to give me al of his free time. I have a tendency to be clingy. I need to talk to Hope about that.
Words of affirmation is my love language. If a dude says two nice words to me in a row, then I am immediately in love. Of course it is not actual love. I am not even sure if it can be described as infatuation. I know nothing about the man. Can you love someone you don’t know? My brain responds to his attention like it is a love at first sight situation. Is that even a thing? I start planning our future, searching for white dresses on Amazon, and picking a venue for a wedding on Pinterest. Nothing too extravagant. Courthouse is my ideal. With a photographer because I have to post it all on my Instagram. Instagram is life. I have a board titled, “Happily Ever After” on Pinterest.
Dr. Phil wanted to be exclusive immediately. I agreed. However, I did not deactivate my dating account. Just in case the next match had more affirmations for me.
I found out that Dr. Phil lives with his brother, sleeps on a mattress with no bed frame, and did not have enough money to pay his cell phone bill. Ick! He’s been calling again. His phone is back on. I am definitely glad that I kept my profile open. I am not all the way out of my mind. Just a little.
Just as @therapyjeff said, I knew nothing about this man and put him on pedestal before he earned it. I was looking for a fairy tale. I dream about sitting on the porch with my grandchild telling her the story of how I met my love and we were inseparable from the start. I realize now that sh*t does not exist.
Maybe it does exist. But it is the exception, not the rule. I have to slow down.
XOXO
Lesson: “Slow down, I just wanna know ya” said Bobby V.
Question: What’s your love language? How do love languages show up in your life?
There’s a guy. We’ve been conversing and went on two dates. I’m not going to say that this is serious or anything just yet. A gentleman. He stood up from the booth when I got up to powder my nose. Then stood up when I came back to the booth. Points.
What should I name him? Let me think. G. I. Joe… Michael Kyle (the daddy from “My Wife and Kids”)….. Nope. Got it. Strike One. Let’s call him Strike One.
We met face-to-face at Chick-fil-A on Thursday, July 21st.
It’s weird that I remember the date. I’ve been keeping records of the dudes I’m entertaining on the Notes part of their contact information. Dates. Kids names and ages. Where he’s from etc. My memory sucks. This helps me tell them all apart.
Exhibit A
We initially met on Facebook Dating. Nice guy. Looks like his photos. 47. Nice voice. Two kids. 27 and an 11 year old daughter that he’s crazy about. Has a church home. Divorced. The wife left him for another man. Interesting. Need to get more details with time. Has stable employment. IT. His name is on a lease. Actively pursuing two certifications. I’m intrigued by him.
Asked me to leave this Saturday open to spend with him. Okaaaaaaay!
Shaq doing a shimmy. Perfection.
Last night he needed to study for a bit. He and I agreed to FaceTime at 10pm. A plan. I am frequently in the bed at 9:00pm sharp. I intentionally stayed on the sofa watching “Everything’s Trash.”A cute show, by the way. I love the main character. She is unapologetic about being her authentic self, “Sexcellence” and all. Plus, she has pink hair. I have a strong desire to dye my hair hot pink. Stay tuned.
I yawned at 9:58pm. Starting to get sleepy. Two minutes til ten. I can do this. I shook off tired and focused on the episode.
I’m single and ready to mingle. Open to finding an incredible guy to settle down with, become the best of friends and experience life together. I’ve heard that it’s a good thing to be set up by a friend with a friend. If you know someone that has these qualities, then please let me know.
Here is my list:
Single
Straight
Black
Chocolate skin
Taller than me
Strong enough to protect me in a fight
Positive relationship with money
Saver
Best friend potential
Thinks before he acts
Able to clearly communicate his feelings
Open communication
Playful
Affectionate plus PDA
Accepts me the way I am, but also…
Encourages my growth
I am a priority
Appreciative
Active Christian
Has a church home
Attends service periodically
Texts in complete sentences
Calls frequently
Takes me out
Video call before meet and greet
Plans spontaneous outings
His name is on a lease or mortgage
Independent
1 child or less
Man of his word
Sense of humor
Finds me funny
Similar interests
Tolerates karaoke
Respectful
Role model for Mason
Good hygiene
Gives me an adequate amount of attention
Honest
Trustworthy
Faithful
Thoughtful
Notices the small things
Makes his interest in me obvious
Wants a relationship
Wants to get married…. eventually
Does not want more children
Cooks
Likes to clean
Gives compliments
Attractive to me
I feel safe with him
Has a social life and friends of his own
Good relationship with his family
Tenured employment
Ambitious
Actively working on goals
Optimistic
Brings positive energy
Able to hold a conversation
Supports my self care
Supports my social life
Degreed
Good credit
Positive friends
Comfortable with CBD
Consistent spicy sex life
Performs cunnilingus
Accepts infrequent blow jobs
Mature
Co-parents positively
Cordial with child’s mother
Equal partnership
Doesn’t have gender roles but does put the trash out
Compatibility
Active listener
Makes me happy
Is my friend first
Able to converse with others
Long list? Have I missed anything?
Lesson: I want what I want.
Question: What are your “must haves” in a significant other?
Bahama Mama This picture has nothing to do with the post. I look cute in it, so I uploaded it.
Picture it 1999. It was a good year. Sophia Petrillo. I graduated from high school and started my college career. There was a guy. I gave him my heart. I call him, ‘the love of my life” when I reference him to friends. Well… at least I used to.
He was easy on the eyes. His celebrity lookalike would be Russell Hornsby. Lincoln Heights. He had chocolate brown skin, the perfect height tall, plump kissable lips. Ooo I remember those beautiful lips. His body was slightly chiseled as if he worked out just enough. Just sexy. He has a tattoo on his bicep. Maybe tricep? I didn’t take anatomy. His upper arm. I love an arm tattoo until this day. Tattoos are on my “what I look for in a man” list. As a “nice to have.” Not a deal breaker. I think it’s because of him. I remember that it was a fierce animal. A tiger, jaguar, or cheetah. Something that was fierce. Commanded unquestionable authority. I didn’t know anyone with a tattoo at that time. I was a bit sheltered growing up. His tattoos stood out to me. Gave him an edge. He was from the streets. I’m attracted to guys that resemble him. He is the prototype. “I hope that you’re the one. If not. You are the prototype.”
Russell Hornsby
We met in the hallways of Beinville Hall. It resembled the Good Times building. I was a resident assistant. His resident assistant. We would see each other occasionally in the hall walking to and from the elevator and would exchange flirty remarks. He was good with his words. Witty. Great sense of humor. Fun to be around. I was interested from the very beginning. He finally made his interest clear. We started spending time together. I spent a lot of time in his room. I don’t think he had a roommate. It’s funny thinking back at the two of us laying in a twin dorm bed. I enjoyed his company. Sigh. There were so many laughs had on the third floor. I love to laugh. It was comfortable simply to be in his presence. Safe. He encouraged me to apply at his campus job site. I got it. Once I started working he and I would sneak kisses in the office. It was a quiet office so he and I had time to talk about life often. Did we do any actual work? He was a future engineer from the city. New Orleans. He lived life and had a past. I hadn’t at that time… Have I now? Hmm. I still had milk behind my ears. I loved talking with him about his past and the future. He inspired me to want more out of life. To go after my dreams. But, be realist.
Beinville Hall (Dormitory) of the University of New Orleans.
Fast forward. I do not remember the timeline. My memory isn’t the best these days. I may go into that later. Maybe it was October. He asked me if I was seeing anyone else. I said, “yes.” A bold faced lie. There hadn’t been a conversation about exclusivity. I thought saying “yes” would make me appear to be wanted by other guys. A catch. I thought that it was a good answer. It was not. To this day, I regret my answer. Why did I lie? I thought me seeing more than just him would be intriguing. I wonder how he would have responded if I just said the truth. If I said that I didn’t want to see anyone else. If I just told the damn truth. Shit. I don’t remember his exact response. My memory or lack thereof frustrates me, but I try to ignore it. What I do clearly remember is that a short time after this conversation, my roommate told me the love of my life asked her out. My damn roommate!!! I was crushed. Heartbroken. How could he?! He was the prototype. Why did he do it? I wish I knew. I like to think that he was hurt I had a roster. That he wanted revenge maybe. This was 25+ years ago and it still saddens me to think about it. Stupid.
“The love of my life said that my son should have been for him.”
Okay, let’s fast forward again. Through the years we kept in touch. We both transferred to Southern University. He was there getting his Master’s. We would see each other in passing. Still no dates. He randomly showed up at my parent’s house once. I wasn’t home. He left a note attached it to the welcome sign for me written on an used envelope. I thought it was sweet. He wanted to see me. I read that envelope a thousand times. Was that before text messages? Maybe. In hindsight, I should have been concerned about him just popping up. Another time he would came over and played with my son. My baby was less than two and in a walker. Absolutely adorable. The love of my life said that my son should have been for him. I wonder if he even remembers that. I can’t believe I remember that so clearly. One sentence that I heard nearly twenty years ago and it still makes me tingle a bit. Stupid. He once messaged me on Facebook asking if he could take a shower at my place. Luckily, my place was an absolute mess. As usual. Pop ups aren’t a thing that I am ever prepared for. Remember the scene in Love Jones when Larenz Tate popped up at Nia Long’s place with an Isley Brother’s CD? Her place was clean. She was lounging in the house in a cute matching outfit with her hair in a cute ponytail? Remember that? I was the opposite of that. My hair was all over my head. Place in complete disorder. As if I was looking for a needle in the haystack of everything I owned. I would need two days notice for someone to come over. Now I could manage in a couple hours. Perhaps that was for the best anyway. There’s no telling what would have happened if I had let him come over. I left the message on READ. No response. Way to go, me!
Fast forward again. To the end of our story. Brace yourself. The last time we had a conversation I knew immediately that I could never talk to him again. I unfriended him on all of my social media accounts. I had to. Why did I need to keep up with his whereabouts anyway? Seeing his posts would make me think about the good times and miss him again. I wished he was posting about me. About us. I wished there was an “us.” That we were in each other’s lives. Stupid. To be honest, it was because he was posting pictures of him and his current significant other. She’s a very pretty girl. Looks so happy. It hurts my heart. Seeing him with someone FBO. Facebook official. Pictures of them in formal attire maybe from a Mardi Gras ball. He looks look Billy D Williams in a suit. Pictures of them enjoying each other on vacation. Several vacations. We never went anywhere together off campus. Then a video of them riding a motorcycle and he added an engagement ring emoji. Immediately unfollow. Not so stupid.
Here comes the climax of the story. In our last conversation I remember the context but not word for word. He said I acted like we had had a relationship and he didn’t understand why. Wait, what?! Devastation. I knew that it obviously wasn’t an actual relationship. There was no title. Not even a RTA bus pass. I am not his “one that got away.” He never said that exactly, but that it is what I heard. It all meant NOTHING to him. Stupid. In reality, we had spent a few nights together. Shared a few laughs. I caught feelings. He did not. We were nothing more than two people who knew each. There was no love. We were just friends. Maybe. Although, an actual friend would not have approached my roommate. An actual friend would have paid for bus fare, a movie and a burger. It all meant NOTHING to him. Was it even a situationship? A situationship, according to the Urban Dictionary, is “emotional trauma in a gift box.” Was it a friend with no benefits? Hmmm. The facts are we were two people who hung out occasionally. That’s it. There was no love.
Do I have a “love of my life?” I guess not. My loves are my son, my mom, and me. That’s my truth.
Question:
Who’s the love of life? Do you have one? Do they feel the same about you?
Lesson:
1. Be careful about who I classify as the love of my life. People need to earn that sh*t.
2. If a dude does not even offer bus fare, then move on.
XOXO
And I love YOU:)
I love this so much❤️
I’m happy to be reading your writings again. I look forward to them!
This is very inspiring! The courage to start a new chapter is always inspiring! Congratulations on the new chapter and…
Yes. Highschool. Eleventh grade, I think. My smiley face watch fell off and I had the nerve to go back…
DDCANDTHECITY 
And I love YOU:)