I received a text that stated what’s in the title (above) the other day. Rather than feeling joyous and hopeful, I immediately thought, “This nigga is delusional”
It also got me thinking about my interactions with men in 2011. Since I joined the elite college graduate group (not really that elite nowadays), I’ve noticed that my caliber of men has gone substantially up.
I should be excited right?
I mean… I definitely have less drama in my life now that I no longer encounter lames. And yet, there is another issue.
By holding myself out as a professional woman who is capable of achieving damn near anything she sets her mind to, I have attracted crafty con artists.
I hate to admit it, but dudes think like professional hoes too. They think, “Oh word? She got her own place? Her own car? She is gonna be a lawyer?? Dammmmnn”
See what I’m saying here?
I never worry that I’ll become susceptible to a gold digging man. Mostly because I see right through those types of traits and then I just use those types for my advantage. Sounds evil right? I’m taking the low road on that one, so what. They started it.
The dude that sent me that text (above) was telling me he wanted to be my boyfriend after *drumroll* …. not one single date.
Here’s what happened: I went to performance a few months ago and met this guy there. I mistook him for someone that my friends knew because he was sitting with his friends, near my friends. So I introduced myself. Upon shaking his hand, he smiled.
And I encountered the most impressive smile that I have seen in years. His whole face lit up when he smiled. It was almost as if he became another person when he smiled. His face became so bright and welcoming. Just plain gorgeous. I can admit… it caught me off guard and sparked my interest.
So, I sat next to him and we talked. He was sweet, funny, and even confident. His stats were very very impressive for a dude his age. No kids, owned a business, goes to school, etc. After about two hours, the only negative I could find was that he smoked cigarettes, which actually isn’t a very big negative to me for some reason.
Anyway, he asked for my number and I gave it. A few weeks later, I moved. And to my surprise, this guy continued to hit me up regularly. Asking about my day, telling me about his, making me laugh. All of this conversation was only through text. I didn’t see any harm in it. I never hit him up first so I assumed that he just liked the interactions.
Three and a half months later, he sends me this proposal text. Essentially, we’ve only met once. Since then, we’ve only texted. In my opinion, such a proposal is borderline crazy.
He doesn’t even know me. He doesn’t know if I’m sleeping with someone else, if I’m capable of making him happy, or if I even really like him.
And with this text, I’m not so sure that I can respect his decision making skills ever again. So here it stands. He played a card, hoping to bring me closer and, if anything, it cemented my idea that we could never be.
Relationships based on compromises can’t work. Trust me. In 2011, I have turned down more quasi-relationship proposals than ever before. Not to sound arrogant. as if I have dudes for days, but I think it speaks to people wanting to be with another so badly that they ignore the basic foundations that make a relationship.
So his smile was AMAZING. That impressed me but not enough to compromise my freedom and happiness.
I am more than satisfied with my dating life. My time and attention are well spent. So… fuck these emotional ass, irrational ass niggas.
You said niggas coming on too strong, girl
They want you in their life as a wife
That’s why you want to have no sex, why you want to protest
Why you want to fight for your right
Cause you don’t love them boys
Pussy run everything, fuck that noise
