From feast to famine
Lahd god yall,
I’ve gone from multiple men with the same name and flirting with random dudes to zip, zilch, zero!
Mr. New York…smh…we had brunch on Sunday and the man does not know how to use a knife and fork. It was embarrassing watching him try to cut the pancakes with his big dopey hands.
No, that’s not why I deaded him. I’m just not attracted to him. He’s doofy and so damn simple and not very dashing at all.
Mr. Coy. Mr. COY just sucks ass. We had plans and he pulled one of the moves my ex did more than once. I’m not going into details but I sent him a very long message. Yes, I said sent a message and not that I spoke to him. I am tired of speaking. I done used up all my speaking ability with men.
Troy…yeah yall remember him. Well this dude done sent me a picture of something that I have no business seeing nor did I ask to see–OUT of NOWHERE! Ewwwwwww disgusting!
Ugh, they all just got on my nerves this weekend. I have 2 more stories but who cares.
Anywho, Venus is in retrograde which for all you novices means that we must take the time to review the people in our lives…what are they bringing to the table, are they bringing anything or just taking? Venus will be in retrograde until November 18th…and thusfar I have decided that all my men friends ain’t bringing a damn thing.
They all frustrated me so much I began to miss the schizophrenic which is my ex. Oh I can hear Dezi now. But, boo I don’t miss him enough to regret ANYTHING. Because just as quickly as I missed him I realized what I do not miss!
Sidebar: Kind of: I’ve realized that we (ppl) tend to be attracted to the same dysfunction that made us dysfunctional. So, like all the men I like and am attracted to remind me a lot of my dysfunctional ass father. Oh boy…I don’t even want to go there. So back to our regularly scheduled programming
I say all of this to share with you some sad news…I will be going on a dating hiatus, a fast, a break. I’m done with them (them being men) until 2011. I need to take a short 2.5 month break from this trauma. And though you guys tell me privately how much you enjoy reading about my escapades in dating I’m sorry you will have to read (or ignore) the other mundaneness (I made that word up) of my life.
Uhh, at this point I would end with Khalilah Loves…but right now Khalilah is ANNOYED and I ain’t loving much of anything.
Peace homies!
