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New Poll. A little Battle of the Sexes … Let em know how ya feel
At one point I wanted female programmer.
Then I was sure I wanted a lawyer like Claire Huxtable.
Then I decided that a teacher was the perfect women.
Then, after watching Antoine Fisher, I needed a Navy Woman.
At some point a hood rat was all I wanted.
There was a time when a teacher was the prototype.
For a time … job and career didn’t matter at all.
I needed a woman who could cook and clean and do anal raise me kids.
Another time it didn’t matter … because we could hire a maid and eat out.
Then there was the obsession with great head.
The search for that “Aquafina” flow became paramount another time.
Then I needed an all out freak … threesomes and all.
I wanted a Southern Belle for awhile.
But at another time I needed someone to share my Caribbean heritage (I love Pepper pot).
Then I wanted an Indian woman … because I was loving buttered chicken.
Spanish Mami’s were the hot thing another time.
Then there was the Greek Thing …
Delta’s held a special place in my heart … until I was convinced that they were all crazy.
AKA’s … my sorors … at some point became the ideal.
Then I didn’t want any greek woman.
Then any in the Divine Nine worked.
The list goes on and on …
As you can see … I’ve wanted it all … and it has changed twice while writing this post.
Sure I might be a lil young (one more woman over 30 calls me a “baby” … I’m gonna kirk). I know I haven’t been in a lot of relationships (Its hard to find someone who deserves it is worth it). I know that I have the attention span of a 10 year old. But it can’t just be me.
At one point in college I actually devised a point system to help with the “search”. It included pretty much everything above, but instead of being a list of either “yes” or “no” … it was a ranked preference system. For example … down for the threesome … +8 … Weave … -2 … don’t give head … -100. In hindsight … it was pretty stupid (still better than lists!).
Worst thing … with each phase … I was 100% SURE I had gotten it right. You couldn’t tell me different. I’d argue harder than a thirsty ninja trying to holla at a phat a*s on the corner.
And then a month later … I was on something else …
It’s humbling to know … that you just don’t know.
This is why I making lists for dating more than the thought of Palin in as VP… what’s the point of fooling myself into thinking I know what I want?
So … the new philosophy in my life (that I am preaching the gospel about) is just “wing it”. I an so convinced that when I find someone … I’ll just know. Sure I have a few dealbreakers I keep in mind (no crackheads, no satan worshippers … although I’ll bet they’ll be down for that threesome) … but I think I’m just gonna stumble through the whole dating thing moving forward … start letting life tell me what I want instead of me trying to tell myself that.
Join my movement … stop making lists … admit to yourself that you don’t know what you want!
Life will be better and more fun … come ride the roller coaster with me …