So I wrote this blog on 9.23.09 in my old BB but forgot to email it to myself before I turned on my new one, so here goes...
Ok so this story is going be different than the last one for several reasons. Last guy I told that I was looking to date simply picked his sisters soon to be husband for me to meet in hopes that I'd let him smash. His bad.
Now granted several months later, I am still in the same predicament as I was in before, man-less, but attempting to to expand my socializing and courting experiences. I've taken some tome to self reflect on some things and since moving to NY I've dated several men and gotten serious momentarily or passed them all off casually. Couple of dinner and movie guys, some simply intimate relationships, and then there were those who kept my attention just long enough for me to catch feelings, that when it all ended I'd have a minor (okay serious too) sorrow onset but then I would get over it soon enough.
The last of these men wasn't even a New Yorker, but I will leave that story alone, he has gotten his fair share on this blog already. #ontothenextone
So I hang with one of my Harlemites one day and meet some of her people, and her peoples people. (the way she has no idea I met him this night, shall be good TV when this story hits the airways) Me and the guy, we kinda connect in the room, exchange contact info and chat. This guy has a lot going on, a kid, outlandish BM saga, and he appears to be "trying" to get his life together. Ok cool, so what's up?! We talk probably 5 days a week usually no more than 20 minutes with the exceptionof he day HE called me and talked until his battery died (aww 8th grade cuteness). But that's its!! I've posed several times over for us to hang out/link-up/shoot the shit and every time he is all game and never follows up with a true response. So today I'm meeting up with home girls for dinner where else but his side of town. I hit him up say "what's real?" and he is like "yea cool". I hit him before I leave work on BBM, he reads it, no response.
I am not about the chase so when or if you make the time, yea you know what I'm about to say. I'm over it, they not worth my time and effort. I'll just keep loving myself since no one wants to inherit this jewel that I am.
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, oh well. *Homer Simpson voice*
Ok so this story is going be different than the last one for several reasons. Last guy I told that I was looking to date simply picked his sisters soon to be husband for me to meet in hopes that I'd let him smash. His bad.
Now granted several months later, I am still in the same predicament as I was in before, man-less, but attempting to to expand my socializing and courting experiences. I've taken some tome to self reflect on some things and since moving to NY I've dated several men and gotten serious momentarily or passed them all off casually. Couple of dinner and movie guys, some simply intimate relationships, and then there were those who kept my attention just long enough for me to catch feelings, that when it all ended I'd have a minor (okay serious too) sorrow onset but then I would get over it soon enough.
The last of these men wasn't even a New Yorker, but I will leave that story alone, he has gotten his fair share on this blog already. #ontothenextone
So I hang with one of my Harlemites one day and meet some of her people, and her peoples people. (the way she has no idea I met him this night, shall be good TV when this story hits the airways) Me and the guy, we kinda connect in the room, exchange contact info and chat. This guy has a lot going on, a kid, outlandish BM saga, and he appears to be "trying" to get his life together. Ok cool, so what's up?! We talk probably 5 days a week usually no more than 20 minutes with the exceptionof he day HE called me and talked until his battery died (aww 8th grade cuteness). But that's its!! I've posed several times over for us to hang out/link-up/shoot the shit and every time he is all game and never follows up with a true response. So today I'm meeting up with home girls for dinner where else but his side of town. I hit him up say "what's real?" and he is like "yea cool". I hit him before I leave work on BBM, he reads it, no response.
I am not about the chase so when or if you make the time, yea you know what I'm about to say. I'm over it, they not worth my time and effort. I'll just keep loving myself since no one wants to inherit this jewel that I am.
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, oh well. *Homer Simpson voice*
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