The Franchise Moved..
Where have I been you may ask? It's been more than two months you may say.
Well rest assured that I did NOT get a man. No sir, not me. I'm still as single as the day we started our conversations. I never stopped dating, I never stopped writing about it. I just stopped blogging for several reasons.
I never had any intentions of blogging during the holidays--that was my time for me and my loved ones. I got sick right after Christmas, my grandma passed right after the new year, and I got sick again.
I ran into some very emotional things. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I don't do well with the expression of emotion. I'm still debating how to tell you guys these things--if I should tell you these things.
I started a new dating endeavor (we'll get to that in a future post), but more importantly I eliminated the Starting Five. All of them (almost successfully). I told y'all it was a numbers game, obviously 5 wasn't enough.
Let's run 'em down.
#84--He ended up being really protective, really concerned, invested in me as far as time was concerned (all of these things are good), and he was great in bed!
The problem was he never wanted to do anything besides have sex.
Pause: This is usually the type of man that I want, but I like to go out. I like to grab a meal and a few drinks, not often just every here and there.
He always claimed broke which doesn't bother me so much because he has two daughters, but then he would always seem to make it out with his friends or have a fresh bottle of liquor on his shelf. If you're getting ass I should be able to get a meal. Flat out.
He was the first to go.
#77--He moved out of state. There wasn't much going on there anyways. He spent most of his time avoiding me, not going out with me, not having great sex with me amongst other things. He talked a good game, but I never bought into it.
I heard from him after he moved. He hit me with the I want you to come visit.
Side Note: If they won't drive 20 minutes to see you, they won't spend any amount of money to fly you there.
Tell it to the girls that believe you. I'm not convinced.
#68--Let me get one thing very straight. We should have just been friends, nothing more nothing less. I know I have a tendency of taking things a bit too far mostly because of my overactive sex drive. I added him to the list because I thought we could each benefit from a more intimate relationship.
I learned 2 things:
1. He was using me more than I was using him.
2. He was the only one benefiting (yeah, you know what I mean). He was what you would call a selfish lover. All I ever got out of it was a sore coochie.
He eliminated himself, I wasn't sad to see him go.
#49--This was the oddest situation of the bunch. This was the long distance one. So we talked or should I say texted all the time. He was witty and charming over text. He came to see me once here in my city and couldn't put 4 damn words together to form a sentence. I dismissed it and blamed it on the alcohol.
I went to see him once in his city and the same thing happened. I thought it was the fact that I always took him around my people, so I tried to start a conversation just me and him. Nothing intimate, just a simple conversation. Same thing. Oh, this fucker doesn't like to talk. Not going to work with me.
So here I stand, almost back to square one.
Those of you doing the math right now are saying, "Hey, that's only four!"
Clever bastards! Nothing gets by you. There's still #76. We'll talk about him tomorrow. He poses a special issue that I want to expand on.
Until then, keep the pimp game tight.
Well rest assured that I did NOT get a man. No sir, not me. I'm still as single as the day we started our conversations. I never stopped dating, I never stopped writing about it. I just stopped blogging for several reasons.
I never had any intentions of blogging during the holidays--that was my time for me and my loved ones. I got sick right after Christmas, my grandma passed right after the new year, and I got sick again.
I ran into some very emotional things. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I don't do well with the expression of emotion. I'm still debating how to tell you guys these things--if I should tell you these things.
I started a new dating endeavor (we'll get to that in a future post), but more importantly I eliminated the Starting Five. All of them (almost successfully). I told y'all it was a numbers game, obviously 5 wasn't enough.
Let's run 'em down.
#84--He ended up being really protective, really concerned, invested in me as far as time was concerned (all of these things are good), and he was great in bed!
The problem was he never wanted to do anything besides have sex.
Pause: This is usually the type of man that I want, but I like to go out. I like to grab a meal and a few drinks, not often just every here and there.
He always claimed broke which doesn't bother me so much because he has two daughters, but then he would always seem to make it out with his friends or have a fresh bottle of liquor on his shelf. If you're getting ass I should be able to get a meal. Flat out.
He was the first to go.
#77--He moved out of state. There wasn't much going on there anyways. He spent most of his time avoiding me, not going out with me, not having great sex with me amongst other things. He talked a good game, but I never bought into it.
I heard from him after he moved. He hit me with the I want you to come visit.
Side Note: If they won't drive 20 minutes to see you, they won't spend any amount of money to fly you there.
Tell it to the girls that believe you. I'm not convinced.
#68--Let me get one thing very straight. We should have just been friends, nothing more nothing less. I know I have a tendency of taking things a bit too far mostly because of my overactive sex drive. I added him to the list because I thought we could each benefit from a more intimate relationship.
I learned 2 things:
1. He was using me more than I was using him.
2. He was the only one benefiting (yeah, you know what I mean). He was what you would call a selfish lover. All I ever got out of it was a sore coochie.
He eliminated himself, I wasn't sad to see him go.
#49--This was the oddest situation of the bunch. This was the long distance one. So we talked or should I say texted all the time. He was witty and charming over text. He came to see me once here in my city and couldn't put 4 damn words together to form a sentence. I dismissed it and blamed it on the alcohol.
I went to see him once in his city and the same thing happened. I thought it was the fact that I always took him around my people, so I tried to start a conversation just me and him. Nothing intimate, just a simple conversation. Same thing. Oh, this fucker doesn't like to talk. Not going to work with me.
So here I stand, almost back to square one.
Those of you doing the math right now are saying, "Hey, that's only four!"
Clever bastards! Nothing gets by you. There's still #76. We'll talk about him tomorrow. He poses a special issue that I want to expand on.
Until then, keep the pimp game tight.
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