The same name
Hi family,
I am back in business yall. I got cable, I got internet, I got a new computer! Owww!
It’s 330 and I’m already home in my brand new beautiful…well soon to be beautiful apartment. Life is good because I have 3 nice long days to look forward to. The only thing that could make this better was if I was down in Miami for Carnival. But, gosh I don’t talk about it!
What I do want to talk about is the fact that I gave up dating dudes who had the same name as my ex, his astrological sign and who were American. Ok, for those of you who are confused lets say I have stopped dating men named Ben, who are Aries and both them and their parents are American born.
Um, no I won’t date them. Lol! And of course I met a bunch of them over the summer. Shot them all down! Yes, I did!
But, now I have met and am “dating” two men who all have the same name. (Gasp!) I mean that can be a good thing. I’ll never call them the wrong name! Duh! And over the last week I’ve realized that they have the qualities that the other lacks.
So, there’s Mr. Coy. (sigh…)
Coy makes my palms sweat, my stomach flutters, my cheeks sore (the ones on my face…nasty ladies) because he keeps me smiling and laughing and all around giddy. He is passionate and spiritual and strong and sexy. He’s confident and commanding. BUT, he’s a workaholic (like me) he can be forgetful (like me), he get’s wrapped up in things and loses track of time (which is fine when he’s doing it with me but when he’s not it’s annoying). He dreams big (like me) but I’m not sure if he can accomplish the things he dreams. He makes a lot of promises (like I used to) but can’t always keep them.
That’s enough for now. I’m starting to get depressed. Lmao
Then there’s Mr. New York
Mr. New York is quite and shy and soft-spoken and sweet and charming. He is helpful as all get out. When the computer was fried he was trying to fix it (I mean so was Mr. Coy but Mr. New York went I-N IN!). We can talk forever about everything. And he compliments me all the time and always wants to spend time with me even though his schedule is crazy. BUT, he lives with his mom (I’m saying, you’re 32 and still living with your momma?). He works part-time (Yeah, he’s 32 and works PART TIME. Don’t ask me what he’s been doing for the last, I don’t know 10 years.) And you know he’s never been out of the country maybe not even New York City. Like, I asked him if he could go anywhere in the WORLD tomorrow for a vacation…the man said the Bahamas.
BLANK FACE.
You know I ain’t right…because I said to him. Boo, I can buy you a ticket to go this weekend. Come on!
Yeah, I’m a travel snob. Don’t judge me. And yes, I judged him!…am judging him. Sis, stop judging me!
Everyone stop with the judgment. LMAO.
So New York is reliable and always available. Coy is unreliable and has spotty availability.
Coy has a great (though demanding) full-time job with benefits that he’s had for the last 6 years. New York is working part-time on contract.
New York can build things with his hands, he knows lots about computers, pays for everything on a date. Coy pays for everything on a date, can hire someone to build things, can google information on what to do with computers. Lol.
Coy can be described as dashing, worldly (has travelled immensely), confident, infectious and compelling. New York…not so much. More like sweet, charming, lovable, and adorable.
I’ve just realized that their names should be different. Coy should be NY and vice versa.
It would be perfect if these two men with the same name could be one in the same; one man, one perfect (semi perfect) man. When combined the good in both would knock out the not so good and I would be in heaven!
Sigh…..
Anyway, I have a date later with yet another man who shares the name of Coy and New York but he’s kinda corny so who knows. I may just cancel. Sunday I’m spending time with New York (who is taking me to the Mary J concert) and Monday I’m spending time with Coy (trying to convince him to buy these tickets for the Kevin Hart show).
See the difference right there.
Anyway, enjoy your weekend as I ENJOY my own.
Kisses,
Khalilah Loves
October 8, 2010 at 9:42 pm
You know I was judging you! Too funny, but I was just saying how a man wants a different woman for all of his needs and expects every woman to satisfy his one. But back to reality … I can’t wait to read the blog that begins “and then there was one.”