President Obama has a beautiful wife and two beautiful daughters. Despite his demanding job of, well, running the country, he makes time to take his wife out on dates...and watch his kids play soccer. While North Korea makes threats, and Iran protests, the President hosts his news conference, then puts his daughters to bed and kisses his wife's forehead. So, what's your excuse? I mean, who isn't busy these days...unless you're just lazy or a downright loser. The explanation is just not viable anymore in this day and age. Too busy? PUHLEEZE!
Bottom line: You make time for what you want to make time for. If you want to see someone, even if it seems nearly impossible with your hectic schedule and responsibilities, you will find a moment to spare to fit them in. So, if you're not running a country, dealing with diplomacy with hostile countries or a tanking economy...I just don't want to hear it anymore. Keep it funky or just kick rocks.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
BITCHASSNESS in its purest form?
Question of the day: Do you really think you can force a kiss?
So, I went out on a second date (retrospect: MISTAKE) with this guy...we'll just call him Mr. Q. The first time we went out I ended up wandering the streets of DC ALONE at the end of the night...lost...because I had drunkenly misplaced my car (loooong story). BUT, I decided to give Mr. Q a second chance...thinking, hey, maybe his bitchassness was a one time fluke that could be blamed on too much alcohol. Well, the night started off good. Similar to the first date. Convo was good, food was good, company was...well, good. However, like many women I know, you know very quickly if you are interested in a guy enough to take it to that next level...and I knew that there was something holding me back. I think it was some sort of divine intuition, and it seems I was just not THAT into him. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to just write off the night, and planned to stay completely in the moment...that is until the touchy feely reflex took over his mind and body (typical). We ended up migrating to a lounge type place, and although he was my date for the night, it's imperative to keep things in perspective. He was my date...not my man. Wrong? Maybe, but it is what it is. I think he started to feel my not so into you vibe and began the not so intricate dance of the wandering eye. To me, if that's how ya feel, that's how ya feel. Not my man, not my problem. BUT, it is rude for a man to gander at other women when he is in the company of one. I mean, I can admit I did see some young fellows that peeked my interests, but I am a firm believer in the golden rule (you know, treat others the way you would like to be treated). Needless to say, I was ready to make an exit...but that's where I found myself in a bitchassness crescendo. As we began our walk to MY CAR, with his arm around me, he not so subtly took his hand to my cheek...trying to lead my face and subsequently my lips to his. Hmmm, no thanks. The whole let me force your face on my face thing didn't sit too well with me, and I let that be known. He got quiet and began to text (I think), but despite the previous events I was still good, not trippin, not mad...good. However, the convo went a little something like this:
Me: So, who you texting?
Mr. Q: Someone who's willing to give me a kiss.
Me: Oh for real? Good luck with that.
Mr. Q: Oh, i'm just joking. You can't take a joke.
Me: Riiiiight.
Sigh...I can take a joke...if it's funny, duh! But this was obviously a "joke" in disguise. This was a bitchass reaction to rejection. It's simple. We're adults. Mr. Q was butt hurt, and manifested that emotion (because it was seemingly too hard to digest at the moment) into a "joke" and then an attitude. This attitude turned into the silent treatment, and a request to be dropped off at the closest metro stop, which was closed, and then when offered a ride to his humble abode there was no thank you....just silence as he solemnly got out of my car and slammed the door. Hmmm, now his reaction was quite a joke...that DID make me laugh. I'm thinking, if anyone should be upset it's me right? You were all up in the breasts of other women when I'm starring you in the face...you tried to FORCE me to kiss you...and I'm still driving your carless ass home. I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. But when I told my mother this story she reminded me that when a guy takes a woman out, and pays for everything, that woman should be aware that man most likely expects something in return, i.e. a kiss or whatever. OK, that's fine, but I am also well in my right to decline. I have to admit I naively didn't take the whole give to get into account, and found myself blown to pieces, but I still didn't get upset enough to leave him standing out in the rain starring at a closed metro stop.
Bottom line: MAN THE FRICK UP. Where's your dignity? Don't try to force a woman to kiss you, and then don't get mad when she declines. If the mood, feeling, mojo isn't there, it isn't there. Take it like a man, take a sip of your henn, and keep it moving. NO MORE BITCHASSNESS!
Love: Getting ready to recruit.
Mental note: Don't trust a man who quotes The Notebook...and isn't GAY!
So, I went out on a second date (retrospect: MISTAKE) with this guy...we'll just call him Mr. Q. The first time we went out I ended up wandering the streets of DC ALONE at the end of the night...lost...because I had drunkenly misplaced my car (loooong story). BUT, I decided to give Mr. Q a second chance...thinking, hey, maybe his bitchassness was a one time fluke that could be blamed on too much alcohol. Well, the night started off good. Similar to the first date. Convo was good, food was good, company was...well, good. However, like many women I know, you know very quickly if you are interested in a guy enough to take it to that next level...and I knew that there was something holding me back. I think it was some sort of divine intuition, and it seems I was just not THAT into him. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to just write off the night, and planned to stay completely in the moment...that is until the touchy feely reflex took over his mind and body (typical). We ended up migrating to a lounge type place, and although he was my date for the night, it's imperative to keep things in perspective. He was my date...not my man. Wrong? Maybe, but it is what it is. I think he started to feel my not so into you vibe and began the not so intricate dance of the wandering eye. To me, if that's how ya feel, that's how ya feel. Not my man, not my problem. BUT, it is rude for a man to gander at other women when he is in the company of one. I mean, I can admit I did see some young fellows that peeked my interests, but I am a firm believer in the golden rule (you know, treat others the way you would like to be treated). Needless to say, I was ready to make an exit...but that's where I found myself in a bitchassness crescendo. As we began our walk to MY CAR, with his arm around me, he not so subtly took his hand to my cheek...trying to lead my face and subsequently my lips to his. Hmmm, no thanks. The whole let me force your face on my face thing didn't sit too well with me, and I let that be known. He got quiet and began to text (I think), but despite the previous events I was still good, not trippin, not mad...good. However, the convo went a little something like this:
Me: So, who you texting?
Mr. Q: Someone who's willing to give me a kiss.
Me: Oh for real? Good luck with that.
Mr. Q: Oh, i'm just joking. You can't take a joke.
Me: Riiiiight.
Sigh...I can take a joke...if it's funny, duh! But this was obviously a "joke" in disguise. This was a bitchass reaction to rejection. It's simple. We're adults. Mr. Q was butt hurt, and manifested that emotion (because it was seemingly too hard to digest at the moment) into a "joke" and then an attitude. This attitude turned into the silent treatment, and a request to be dropped off at the closest metro stop, which was closed, and then when offered a ride to his humble abode there was no thank you....just silence as he solemnly got out of my car and slammed the door. Hmmm, now his reaction was quite a joke...that DID make me laugh. I'm thinking, if anyone should be upset it's me right? You were all up in the breasts of other women when I'm starring you in the face...you tried to FORCE me to kiss you...and I'm still driving your carless ass home. I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. But when I told my mother this story she reminded me that when a guy takes a woman out, and pays for everything, that woman should be aware that man most likely expects something in return, i.e. a kiss or whatever. OK, that's fine, but I am also well in my right to decline. I have to admit I naively didn't take the whole give to get into account, and found myself blown to pieces, but I still didn't get upset enough to leave him standing out in the rain starring at a closed metro stop.
Bottom line: MAN THE FRICK UP. Where's your dignity? Don't try to force a woman to kiss you, and then don't get mad when she declines. If the mood, feeling, mojo isn't there, it isn't there. Take it like a man, take a sip of your henn, and keep it moving. NO MORE BITCHASSNESS!
Love: Getting ready to recruit.
Mental note: Don't trust a man who quotes The Notebook...and isn't GAY!
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