And that is why YO Arse is single. ...

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http://andthatswhyyouresingle.com/2013/06/27/how-do-you-attract-the-people-you-want/

Funny Sh*t

http://therandallmay.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/the-worlds-top-10-best-diy-swimming-pools/

Shell Nawwwl

Greetings!! Long time, no post...

I’m currently on hiatus from a few things right now and DATING is one of them! My last date, in this swelteringly hot month July and it was a definite dud, however I still believe in love, faith and sane men. I certainly wish my Love Life was as hot as these Florida Summers, but I digress…Let’s get on with it, shall we?

It was a beautiful Summer Sunday when I went on what I now know to be my last date of my fourth POF (Plenty of Fish) Season. The “lucky guy” was JR, which he preferred over his “presidential” birth name, Jackson. He hails from “allover, mainly Florida", as he put it…This should’ve been my sign to RUN, since the mofo couldn’t even pinpoint where he was from, among other things, which I’ll share later. He lived near Orlando, and was eager to meet me, so much so that he tried to during one of his work trips to my city, which is only a few hours away. This guy was 36, never been married and no children…Yes, this SOUNDS great to a woman like me (at least the no kids part, because I feel that some divorced men are Diamonds in the Rough), early thirty’s, never married, no kids either, but I must admit, most guys of the same description seem to be a little, shall we say, “Bat Sh*t Cray-Cray” or crazy as defined by Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary. (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/crazy) I decided to give him a shot, because he seemed decent, based on our conversations. And he also sounded (and looked, in person) older than 36…so I assumed he was mature and couth…

We decided to meet at a restaurant, of my choice, since he didn’t know the area well. I chose a popular, local diner, with great food and affordable pricing. Although I love me some fine dining, I’m mindful of where I chose to go, especially the first date, because I don’t want to come across as a Lunch Slut or Dinner Whore. If he chooses to take me to a high end spot, I’ll surely eat, I’m just not going to suggest it, simply because a 5 Star Personality supersedes 5 Star Dining any day with me.

Admittedly, I was extremely late, due to an issue too silly to discuss, even with him. I finally arrive and he’s standing outside, looking down at his phone, to compare my picture online to the real-life me, and goes “Yep, that looks like you”. Uhhh, really? Not so subtle are we, eh? I noticed as he spoke he had a tooth, that was the color of an egg-yolk. It explained why he had no pics online smiling open mouthed though…I wasn’t going to focus on that, instead I wanted to see what kind of person he was (and bad “toofus” can be fixed, just ask me!)  Anyway, we briefly “Church-Hugged” and went inside the restaurant. After being seated, he complained a lot about the menu, stating that “since the restaurant is so close to the beach, I was expecting more seafood…” I was a little irritated, but I calmly stated “You should’ve asked me to pick a seafood restaurant then”… Sidebar: Ladies, if a man is having issues with something as uncomplicated as restaurant choice/genre, RUN (hell, keep gym shoes in the trunk for this..lol)! Every single (no pun intended) time I’ve had a date that began with indecision on the man’s part, the date wound up being a dud. I’m not that picky, but hell, if you can’t do a simple task like pick a restaurant/food genre, your decision making skills suck …The sole purpose is for US to INTERACT, nevermind the food! “A 5 Star Personality supersedes 5 Star Dining any day with me.” 

Anyway, the food arrives and I think it’s delicious. I asked him about his “personalized meal selection” of blackened salmon and cheese grits. He says it's alright, while eating the meal faster than Usain Bolt running on steroids. WTF? We make small talk during the meal and since we both love the beach, we decided to go after our meal. I figured he can’t f*ck this up…or can he? SMH

We both drove a few blocks away to park and be closer to the beach. As I walk towards him, he hands me an opened umbrella, but it wasn’t raining. What in the complete f*ck? I should’ve passed on it, but he “didn’t want me to get too hot”.  Uhhh, it’s the beach, in Florida, in July…smh! I’m walking like a dayum fool, talking with him, while under my own personal USP: Umbrella SPF Protection. He looks at his phone, and blurted out “This lady gets on my God d*mn nerves”. Wow!! Naturally, I had to, uh, ask  “Is everything alright”? He said yes, and mumbled something about her ("a lady from the office")…Mind you, I rarely talk about work on dates nowadays, especially in that way… He’s also making comments of how light he really is in comparison to the darkened complexion of his face and arms (mind you, I'm still darker than he). I guess it must be all of the contracting work and unprotected beach walks that keeps him, so tan, eh? But who gives a sh*t, so I change the subject and ask him if he has any siblings. His response, with a straight face was “Yeah, my daddy loves P**sy, I got a whole bunch of ‘em”. WTF2, squared, to the second power!!! I was taken aback and nervously stated “Wow, Ohhh kay”…

We continued to walk on the beach, he’s picking up shells and I followed suit, umbrella in one hand, shells in the other. He said he likes to "make things with 'em". I guess he can’t let all of that Contractor talent go to waste (*eye roll*)…He suggested we get going; since I had to meet with a friend to help her with wedding duties and he had to “drive to Tampa, for a contracting meeting with his brother”. He planned to do all of that, and be back home that evening. It was 3pm, he lives 2 hours away from me and I live 3 hours away from Tampa, so you're talking 5 hours minimum driving time. I guess he has an airplane too…Nope, no airplane, just a toilet, to put all of this bullsh*t in…

As we’re walking away from the beach, he suggests we go to get something to drink. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on an alcoholic beverage after dealing with this clown. There was a Crab Shack within walking distance so we headed there…While complaining about the 3 post structure of a beachside high rise condo, he tosses the handful of shells he picked up on the beach, onto the sidewalk/entryway….Oh, Hell Nawwwl!!! I could not believe what he just did! I asked him why did he do that, he replied, “Oh, I didn’t really like any of those anyway”.  So I guess this he is the “Catch & Release” type. In my mind, I could not wait to get that cold DRANK!!! Yikes! 

We walked on the deck entrance to the restaurant and as we approach the door he goes “Ah, Ah..come on let’s go, the drinks in there are going to be overpriced, and plus I got all of these contractors I gotta pay, let’s go to the convenience store”. Apparently he was looking to go get a soda, and I was looking to get a drink. I’m going to pause writing because I just died here…I’ll be back shortly…Please come to my funeral, thank you!

Aaaaaaargh!!!!

Okay, I’m back. Yes, this MF just did that and I agreed to leave and have him follow me to the store, since I know the area. By this point I was obviously having an Out-Of-Body experience, I was being way too nice considering what just happened. I should’ve cussed his ass out and/or parted ways. In disbelief, I drive off toward the nearest gas station. I thought he was following, but apparently he was not. I missed his previous calls due to my phone being on silent. As soon as I called him back he goes “Why you ain’t picking up the phone”. I reply “What? My phone was on silent, I didn’t hear it, why would I just NOT pick up the phone”. He said that he went over to McDonald’s to get a “drink” and he was going to go ahead and get on the road…(or maybe his invisible private jet, if he can scrap up some leftover pennies for jet fuel) By the way, he drove a newer Black Mercedes Benz. Maybe a downgrade in vehicle could free up some spare dating change, eh? But I digress…

He said that he really enjoyed meeting me and he looked forward to seeing me again. I said thank for taking me out, have a safe trip. Now you know, I obviously did not want to see his “Bat Sh*t Cray-Cray” ass ever again, in life or death…lol He called and texted me a few times over the next few days after our hellacious date, however I did not respond. At this point, I’m so glad that I deactivated my POF account before I met him and that I closed out this dating season with another experience for the books. I’ll admit, It’s been an interesting ride, Randy’s is done with the “BS Bus”. It’s time to get FOCUSED, and quit looking for HIM. The final story remains unwritten, however I will return with a few more past tales soon. See you later, Sweets! Smooches!!!

Had a fantastic date? Now what??

Good evening! Although it may seem like I may be slightly "ratchet", I am trying to do my best to find someone to settle down with, all the while taking advice drom some of my guy friends and other guy sources. Why??  Because we chicks don't know sh*t, only guys really know about guys...This is not meant to offend because I know we all mean well, however, the best advice I've ever received about guys have been FROM actual guys! They have the actual, uhhh, "equipment", so if you've got a couple QUALITY guy friends/relatives, go to them and make sure you get as much information as possible. I happened to run across an article that I would like to share with you ladies out there: Have you ever had a great date and the guy disappeared on you or never called back?  Here's a possiblity on WHY... http://bit.ly/18aqPol

http://www.thefrisky.com/2012-07-25/guy-talk-why-you-never-heard-from-me-again-after-our-amazing-first-date/

La Secuela (The Sequel)

So...I have been advised by a friend and counsel that I must "deal" (my words) with Keith a second and perhaps third time in order to avoid the "hoe label" and return to being seen as the "cool chick". In my mind, deep down to the pits of my soul, from the top of my Pituitary Gland and the bottom of my Medulla Oblangata,  I am screaming "Noooooooo". He made some valid points; If you have sex with someone one time, they could just see you and say "oh yeah, I hit that" or "she's just a l'il hoe". Also sometimes the "first time" can be bad or awkward, because of nervousness, etc. It's not just about having sex one or two more times, it's about going out and hanging with him like on a buddy basis, and maybe throw in a little sex for good measure . I've never been approached with this situation before however I've made my decision on what I'm going to do. I'd like to hear some feedback from you. What do YOU think I'm going to do and what made you come up with YOUR prediction?

(By the way, after looking at a picture of Scarface, I think Keith looks more like Tony Montana than Ray Romano...Yikes!)

Salida Rápida (Quick Exit, Non-Fuego)

As you know "Randy", is I am affectionately called, is usually on the Latin scene. Unfortunately I'm going to have to take a little hiatus until I figure out what TF to do about a little situation.

Wanna know what happened??? Of course you do....

Well...I went to two Latin spots and I ran into a guy I met on the scene that I haven't seen in awhile. I only know him as Keith, a Colombian man in his late 30's. He has a very strong accent and also looks much older than his age. I guess you could say he looks like a poor man's Ray Romano. He's always very social and it seems like his goal is to buy me as many drinks as possible and talk my head off.

He doesn't really like to dance. Sometimes he comes with a friend that's a pretty good dancer and I dance with him too. He always says "I'm not a dancer, I'm an engineer". I usually state "What does THAT have to do with anything?" AND of course he replies back with his rebuttal... Not in a mean spirited away though. Usually when we dance he's constantly spinning me, while holding a drink in the other hand. If he could he would probably hold a cigarette in that same hand...SMH. By the way I really dislike smoking but he's fun so I usually go outside with him for him to take a smoke. I tend to risk my lung health for people that interest me. Maybe one day I'll get a medal for it who knows...

Since we were at a cigar bar, we went to the side where guests smoke . We sat down and chatted as usual. Even though the act and smell of smoking grosses me out, I could smell his cologne through the "smokescreen" and it smelled really nice. This night he had his cigarettes on the table. He said he just bought the box the day before. Dayum regular Marlboros! I noticed half of them were gone. I told him that I really don't like smoking and he should probably quit. He said he can quit anytime. I took his box of cigarettes from him and ask if I could throw them in the garbage and he said "Okay, I quit for you". I took the remaining cigarettes and tore them in half, put them back in the box and threw 'em in the garbage can. That was easy....

We left out afterwards. We were in the parking lot . He was like "Let's hang out some more; I can get a room or you can come to my place." I said let's get a room" (because the likelihood of getting kill't is significantly lower...You know, in case he wanted to murder a b*tch lol). I don't know, I figured maybe we could chill... At 2 a.m. in the morning... I have just only chilled in a hotel room before... I can see y'all right now,  rolling your eyes while you're reading this. SMH!

We talked for awhile and then we wound up having sex. I wasn't drunk or anything so I knew exactly what I was doing. I was conducting an experiment. I wanted to try a Hispanic man out. I didn't like this one..NOT fuego at all.I wouldn't say that ruined it for any other Hispanic guys since this particular experience was not appealing to me. I think it's because he's older lookin' and he was smallish... I know the saying goes "It's not the size of the ship, it's the motion of the ocean", but dammit, a little dinghy can capsize like an MF. I really don't like to waste my "stuff". Maybe next time I'll aim higher, for a Mario Lopez lookin', more endowed type and hope for the best ...to close out my Experiment Files. Damn, does that sound shallow!? SMH

Sorry, I know I went out of order so let me backtrack to the "Walk of Shame" Morning After, uhhh incident...

I woke up feeling awkward as hell and felt that I needed to just get out of there. I could hear him snoring loudly so I figured he was in deep REM sleep. At this moment I felt like David Copperfield because I had do a serious magic trick on his ass! I summoned my Inner Magician to get out of the bed, grab my things quickly and quietly to make a mad dash for the door without waking him. Check out time was quickly approaching... Oh man, I had to haul major ass!! I grabbed my shoes, purse, glasses and clothing however couldn't find my underwear, so I crossed my fingers and hoped that he wouldn't do anything crazy with them. I quietly walked toward the door and I looked in my purse to make sure I had my keys. I was able to get dressed while I "hid" in the area where the bathroom was. I quickly reached over, removed the safety latch and unlocked the deadbolt. I opened the door and hauled ass as quickly as I could in five inch platform Madden peep toe pumps! I knew the sound of the door woke him. I went straight to the elevator and did not look back. I got in my car and I hauled the most major level of ass-hauling I've ever the done in my life!

I could  still smell his cologne and smoke in my hair and on me. I could not wait to take a shower!! I knew I left my draws but I didn't realize until I got a text from him at around noon that I forgot my charger also. I guess he didn't find my draws, eh? I never responded to that text nor the one he sent to check up on me, asking "Are you good?". He also called too. I utilized my Magical Call Ignoring Powers. I guess he's holding onto the charger for me. Don't worry Buddy because I'm not going to try to link up with you to get my charger; I'm trying to avoid you! Not your fault you did nothing wrong...Sometimes you just gotta go... So now I'll be in hiatus mode. Now that I know which two spots he could be, I'll just avoid them for a little bit. If I see him I'll judge his demeanor and if he wants to speak I'll speak and be "normal". If he acts weird, I'll just will ignore him. He seems to be a mature guy so I'm assuming that he will at least say "Hello" when he sees me...The LAST thing I wanted was for something to go down that would affect my being in the Latin Scene. Oh well, so much for that!! Time will tell...

Cuban Culo, NOT Papi Chulo (En Inglés: "Cuban A$$hole")

Well as you may know,  I have been into the "Latin Scene", due to my newfound passion for Latin dancing... I've been approached by guys of different ethnicities to dance,  mainly Latin guys, and because I'm not rude I usually  oblige ;-). I've been "collecting" numbers here and there but 1 one really caught my attention.


One nite, I came out to dance as usual. There's one guy (James, who happens to be Chocolate) in particular that I really enjoy dancing with such that we text each other often, to meet up to dance. I show up to the club  before him and a guy of Hispanic descent came over and asked you to dance. I usually don't refuse dances, (the more the merrier), however I wasn't so eager to that night...He had to pull me out... Once I started dancing with him I noticed that he was really good and he was very cute. So afterwards we sit at the bar he offers to buy me a drink. Now usually I love partaking in Adult Beverages, but for some reason when I go out Latin dancing I'm more into drinking water than drinking alcohol. He bought me a water, I'm sipping and then suddenly to my left appears my usual Chocolate dance partner. I felt very awkward because I had to socialize with the both of them and dance with the both of them. I kinda felt like they were in silent competition because they never spoke to one another. So when the Chocolate guy was dancing with someone else, the Hispanic guy gave me his name and number. I planned to dance with "Jay" again soon.  I danced with the Chocolate guy a couple more times ,we chatted a bit and then parted ways.


Over the next few days I discovered he didn't speak English too well. He would text me short phrases, however it was very apparent when he called me. Yes it's possible for me to dance a few times with a guy and he not speak much but I just thought he was the shy type. was asking me to come out to dance and I obliged. We went to a new spot. It was  authentic as hell, meaning that there were a lot of Latino people there. I couldn't really get into the music at first; the DJ's spins seemed to be sporadic and influenced by Crack . While we were sitting and having drinks, he writes on a napkin his name, Javier ("Jay", as I knew it) and he handed me the pen to do the same. Yeah, I did that. He looked at it and smiled. After a while we were doing a lot of Meringue, Bachata, and a little bit of Salsa. We left and didn't want the night to end so we went to 1 of those 24 hour breakfast spots. He wasn't that hungry, so he only had café. I had café and a BLT. Our conversation was nice and light. He told me he was 30, from Cuba and had been married for 4 years. He lived in Miami for a while and came up to Jacksonville to work (truck driving) Even though there was the language barrier I was breaking out my old Spanglish words and being very patient with our conversations. I looked over at his phone and saw that it was in Spanish mode....Po' Baby.
After we finished we still wanted to spend more time together. Since we were nearby the beach, that's where we went to. We walked for a little bit and then he said "I want to  dance with you". I'd never danced on the beach before and it was so much fun. It was kind of romantic too...very fuego! I think we were out there an hour, but after that we had to go. He walked me to my car. We talked for a few minutes and he just gazed at me saying "You're very beautiful", while pushing my hair out of my face. The energy felt natural and we wind up kissing and seriously making out. I don't remember for how long but after that, he said he want to see me tomorrow (perhaps for cinema or maybe more, uhhh, besos) We said bye and parted ways...

For whatever reason we didn't link up the next day. On occasion I would have thoughts, wondering what sex would be like with a man who doesn't speak a lot of English, especially a Latino man (wink). I wonder what do they say during? I know that sounds weird but hell, don't judge me because some of y'all were thinking the same thing too...Anyway, later that week he called me and asked me to go out. It was Good Friday night, before Easter. I was working late and I had a long day ahead of me so I told him I could go but not stay too long. Although it was late, h said he was getting his haircut and he had to go home to take a shower after.  No biggie because I had to do the same. I was waiting on him to contact me back and I by the time I contacted him again it was already after 11pm. When he answered the phone he said "Not tonight bebe, I'm very tired and sleepy". WTF??? ¿Uve-Doble Te Efe?


Needless to say, I gave this culo The Ax. Cut TF off! I ignored his texts and calls. I'm sure I'll see him out at Latin Night and when I do, he will get brushed off there too! And this is why, as the saying goes, "you don't eat where you sh*t"....Yeah I know there might be a language barrier, however I know when somebody is trying BS me. I don't do bullsh*t or toro mierda, due to my allergies to bullsh*t.  Soooo Adios, Enemigo. Dueces en Español!!

Things ARE bigger in Texas (First Online Writing Submission)

Good evening! 

I'm enjoying writing and blogging much more than I expected. I did an online submission tonight, where I had to write a story using Peterbilt Trucks as the subject, and of course you know it has "Randy's Touch". I hope you enjoy it!

One day, while driving down to Miami for a party, I experienced car trouble. Unfortunately, I didn't have Roadside Assistance, so I stood outside my 97' Mustang, hoping someone would come over to "rescue me". It wasn't long before man driving a Peterbilt Truck, pulled over to help. He seemed very knowledgeable about Mustangs, of all things. We even discussed what color I should paint my Mustang; I considered a deep, burgundy red, he preferred the "standard factory red". His energy was so comforting, that I almost forgot about the issue at hand: fixing the damn car! We laughed about our differences in opinion and addressed the car problem. He said " There's two theories to arguin' with a woman. Neither one works." I laughed and agreed. I explained that I was having trouble steering. Turns out my belt needed to be tightened. He was able to quickly work under the hood and fix the belt. His charm was absolutely infectious. He was quite the character: Tall, handsome, very "Southern" and funny.

We chatted for quite a while. He said he was from Texas. I gazed up at his tall, statuesque physique, and for a moment, I thought, "Wow, they DO, make things bigger in Texas, I see". I said, "You better get going before I make you late and get you in trouble with the boss". He said, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that, sweetheart, my great grandaddy was Mr. T.A. Peterman, so they don't bother me that much. I drive, because I like it, not because I have to". He gave me a light kiss on the hand, tipped his hat and bid me adieu. I thought, "Well knock me over with a feather!"

I took his number and we parted ways. I look forward speaking with him again. You know what they say, "Peterbilt's red oval is a familiar symbol of quality, performance, reliability and pride." And honey, from the looks of it, they weren't lying!

Chocolate Thai: The Addiction

Chocolate Thai; noun; A highly addictive strain of cannabis sativa, popular in the [past] 1960's and 70's,  however today [present] regarded as "commercial", or not as potent...

Where do I began? This one was (is) so addictive!

I'm the beginning of Year 2 of my "Sexy-Single Phase" ( formerly "Dating Hell Phase")... Not speaking it into existence, however, if things continue in the same direction, I will be on Year 3... It's sort of a Double Edge Sword, although I don't like it,  it gives you the reader more to, er, enjoy...;-)

It was Saint Patrick's Day and I was hanging out with a good friend. Although I'm not even close to being Irish, I love to partake in the "festivities". We went to a very eccentric part of town,  for a street party. We had a nice time and left to go to a club.. Why oh why do I keep going to these "dayum" clubs? Maybe it's the hot guys, music and the drinks? Maybe it's because I like to dress my best and show off my assets? I don't know... Surprisingly I was very casual, simple hair and light makeup, a shirt-dress, fishnet hose and flat shoes. **Ladies I'm going to let you in on a little something-something that I've learned from other men, in case you don't already know: Most of the time we dress up for each other. 9 times out 10, heterosexual men don't give a crap about what we're dressed like, they want to know what it looks like, OFF of our bodies. They respond better to us when we're very casual. If you're casual they think you're the cool chick, the wifey chick actually, (unless he desires a "trophy wife" which means he prefers High Maintenance )...If you look High Maintenance, he's going to size you up and see if you can afford you. If you dress too sexy then you're deemed as the club chick or club slut...Hey, it is what it is....

We weren't there that long before I was approached by a tall, dark chocolate, and handsome young man...with a beautiful smile...And you know my Kryptonite is chocolate skin and a nice smile! He was very friendly. He made sure to introduce himself to me and my friend and he also introduced us to a friend of his. He was talking a little bit about his business too and he gave me his card...Reggie Thompson. Hmmm... I can't remember majority of our conversation due to his "fine-ness" and the potent drinks. Hey, it's "Irish" in me...lol 

I can't remember who called who first, but I definitely put that business card to use. I was definitely thinking about was "giving him the business", but of course I wanted to get to know him first. We never "officially" went out on dates, however we did hang out a bit. Our chemistry was so great. As much as I wanted him, I would usually push away his advances because I actually liked him. You know how we have to do, ladies.. It's great for him to want you sexually but you don't want to look like a l'il hoe (that's in heaux in French)... ;-)

Reggie and I  we were supposed to do a park picnic. He had a small fruit container with an assortment of strawberries, pineapples, cantaloupes, grapes and honeydew. There wa no, uh, "grape juice", no cheese, no crackers, but we did have bottled water. He'd  never done a picnic before and didn't know what to bring. I acknowledged his effort. He was too cute! I brought my whole picnic cooler, packed with plates trays and cups, a blanket. We found a nice secluded spot by the water where we talked, nibbled on fruit, and kissed. Between eating from the same pieces of fruit, there was a whole lot of PDA going on. I know disgusting right? LOL We didn't want the day to end however, he had to leave to go do something with his church. And all I could think about was sinnin'...
I saw him a couple more times. Let me tell you, it was sooo hard trying to be "good" with this one. Once, there was almost a "Club Parking Lot Incident" and I ain't talking about a club fight either! We met up again at a party, on his birthday. It wasn't his but he was trying to celebrate early. We introduced me to his sister (and he also wanted me to meet his mom, eventually...I was like "whoa, horsey") We briefly hung out, then we went to a restaurant to celebrate more. We decided to go to the beach. I kept a blanket in my car just for the spontaneous beach/park moments... Not like that, I know what you're thinking...Tsk Tsk! And yes to answer your question, IT did go down that night!! *In my Rick James Voice* "Chocolate Thai is a helluva drug!!"

I enjoyed his company as much as I enjoyed him.  Although I'm not into drug use, I think Chocolate Thai is the appropriate name for him because, I just couldn't  (can't) seem to get enough and at times he does seem to have an "older soul" aura about himself. Our relationship was weird. We were not together like that but sometimes he acted clingy. One night, unexpectedly, he gave me "The French" (as in French kiss) in the club. Another night he went off when he saw me talking to another dude I knew at the club and accused me of having sex with the guy and I was not. At times he said he wants me to be his girl or his wife. We never officially talked about "kickin' it" (my term for "sex & friendship situation", "Friends with Benefits", maybe?) but I thought we had an "understanding" that we would just be cool, as is. I'm not sure if he just wants a "Girlfriend Experience" on occasion or what. We talked about all kinds of sh*t, but this is the one thing we missed thoroughly communicating in. He's going through this phase now of "Feeling Himself", meaning the attention he's getting from others, is now going to his head. I liked the guy, however I don't like his new arrogance. I'd like to see the same humble guy that I met in the club last year... Well you know what they say "Money & Fame doesn't change people only reveals who they really are..."

Oh well, one day I'll learn about trying to find my husband in the "dayum" Club! SMH! Pretty soon it'll be Saint Patrick's Day again. Maybe I'll find a local pub, where I'll run into a nice Irishman, or any man at this point because skin tone doesn't matter so much. I'm at a place n my life where I'm very open, and willing to receive who The Universe sends me...Welp, Chocolate Thai withdrawals are The Pits!!!...To be continued...

Which blog entry do you want to read first?

Good evening. I'm going to leave it up to you the reader to decide: I have two blog entries I'm working on simultaneously. Which 1 would you like for me to post first?? "Chocolate Thai: The Addiction" or Black Ken Doll?