I have come to realize that I may be guilty of many things but none are more fitting than the ones I myself admit before anyone accuses. I am a user. A user of emotions, the most non-materialist ideas can leave the hugest holes. I am guilty of taking another’s affections as my own…
What would cause a morally sound, independently attractive woman to look twice at a married man? As recent as recently I have been pondering this question. I myself caught myself wondering about one that seemingly happily belonged to another. Perhaps our conversation was a little too engaging or maybe my drink was a bit…
Michael Jackson apparently died yesterday. Like the rest of the world I was in total shock. Not that I was often checking for MJ, I just totally believed that he would be loved worldwide once again in this life. And to that wish, I suppose it is currently becoming a reality. The world has…
I can recall being on the edge of insanity…. So close that I could see my reflection in the pool of emotion I might drown in. I have always managed to keep it together though, usually by not letting that part of my mind swell so much so that the seams burst. Many times…
And then a sneaking suspicion rose over me. What if I had jumped too fast, what if the hurt that festered clouded my already foggy judgment on matters of the heart? Then I reconsidered, what I felt was too real to be a misstep. At the moment I was afraid – I sat stone…
This time around I’m going to write a little something about the “power” a woman can gain after any major disappointment in any kind of relationship involving some infamous man. So I ended it. In so many words I told my big, handsome dark Mr. to take a walk … or hit the road.…
And there he was again, looking as if I had seen him just yesterday. Even though I hadn’t seen 6’6 in over 9 months he hadn’t changed a bit. Well physically anyway, mentally he was apparently attached and happily involved. Not only was he involved, but on this particular day, which happened to be…
Little known fact – I get nervous. This occurs occasionally, and only when I put myself in situations that involve me stepping outside of my usual atmosphere. I think this is healthy because it reminds me that I’m an actual individual and I’m not as invincible as I portray to be. No more accents.…
As of late I have been getting back into my grove as far as adding a little bit of social time into my ever busy work schedule. Although I know my career is important, you all have seen that all work and no play make Roberta a very dull girl. My latest triumph is…
It’s hard to believe that I miss him. The last looks he gifted me have become haunting, as if I was the one that had inflicted the initial hurt, as if I was the cause of the situation that had become. Has he become a lost love unrealized? I yearn for the short times…
So I have been on a hiatus for most of the year for various reasons. The main one being work. I’ve been so overwhelmed with my actual career that almost all other facets of life have fallen wayside. Specifically my entire social life, excluding time spent with coworkers outside of work. But recently I…
While settling into my not so new environment I’ve made a couple of acquaintances. I call them that because it’s only interaction through a known secondhand party by both. I also have made some contacts on my own.To date, those aren’t as impressive as the secondhand acquaintances. While not believing in any sort of…
In which situation are you more like to be nervous – a first date or a job interview? I have seen this question on many dating questionnaire … I get the feeling that maybe I am answering it wrong. The answer for me is easy – an interview. I go on a date expecting…
1. I like who I am – each one of my flaws make me exactly who I am (some of them make me even better) 2. My biggest fear is losing my family – since if haven’t nearly any friends I depend on my family for all that is real and that very reason…
Not only did he live with her but she worked in the lounge! That’s what I found out upon my first interactions with “him” in months. My newly single crush had just been honest with me. Brutally. I was unaffected … we all had known there was some reason my lusty soulful advances hadn’t…
Monday night – when I should have been at home waiting for Heros to come on I found my self in Harlem … on a date. Not that the date was supposed to be in Harlem, it so happened that after picking me up in the city my suitor decided to take a detour.…
I’ve realized I don’t have a love story. Don’t we all have one? A passionate lusty sometimes even dirty tale of disarray or sheer bliss once lived. I have no drama filled past of twisted tangled engagements. I have tales of maybes and would haves that mean nothing more than a lesson learned. None…