I can do bad...... by MYSELF.

Oh yes. Vent time. One of the many reasons I miss blogging right?

There has been a lot going on in the past several months. Things I cannot blog about since my blog is public and ahem, well you know, it's about THE MAN, and I'd like to keep paper chasing if you know what I mean. We have a victory there, which is all I am going to say.

I have a new project in the works which is going to be awesome and I am very excited at its start. And my personal life is such the fuel to the fire, giving me all the amo I need for it. Hence the need to really dig in and keep blogging regularly.

Lovelife? *rolling eyes*

Well, long sotry short. I have had a close friend for the past six years. He is a good man. He was a great friend. When I called my wedding off two years ago, he took me to the beach and let me cry for a good three days. I will always respect him for taking great care of me at that time in my life.

Supportive, loyal, compassionate, patient, kind.
On the flipside, stubborn, almost misogynistic, and cave mannish.

Then he decided he wanted more out of he and I. That he loved me as more than a friend.

And I think well, what the hell.... I say sure, let's explore it.

And now every other week I want to kick his big ass.

He has the uncanny super power ability to PISS ME OFF to the point my thought process goes into, THIS is why women are getting boyfriend #2's. Dont fight, dont fuss, dont argue.

I mean what in the HELL.

I am currently looking for new digs. I need 1 1/2 bathrooms. I have a nice 3 bedroom townhouse/duplex. ONE bathroom But the boy and the girl are driving me nuts.
He calls as I am walking in the door mulling over the place I just went to look at after a long day of work. I tell him I had a long day, I am ok, kids are okay. He is considerate in that nature. Then I tell him, "Ugh babe. I'm going to need your help in this process."

Now please note. I HATE moving. I HATE packing. I love my place and it's going to be hard to leave the memories I have made there. HOWEVER. For once I want to wear the Vickies and let him use his muscles to lift some things and let me oooo and aaaa at his prowess. To be the MAN.

This m*&%$##@&%^r is like uhhh uh sure. Not giving me an enthusiatic, I am your man, you are my lady, let me help you out, give me a date and I will be there for you. Key terms.

In a relationship, especially building one, you should support one another, in EVERY aspect. So I laugh. I'm like you gotta be shitting me. If you told me you needed a woman's advice on freaking curtains. You bet your ass I'd drive the 3 hours to pick out your Macy's or Martha Stewart joints and help you hang them. Then chic out your crib by getting your accent colors right. Because youre my man and I want to help you out. Not because the prospect of what I wont do, some other woman will is hanging over the horizon, but because I. AM. YOUR. LADY.

He replies, I wouldnt ask you to drive three hours to do that. YOU WOULDNT HAVE TO.

But you have no problems when I start acting a fool because you are, wanting to drive three hours to lay up in my place right? Come on man. You are 38. No reason for me to have to spoon feed you a dose of ACK RIGHT.


As my friend, you were perfect, wanting to be my man is a WHOLE other ball game.
You're stepping up into some major league Princess complex action here. You're trying to make VIP, when the bench is being warmed by the top 5 vying to be in the Kobe spot fam.

Now if I have to call some other dude who is more than willing to score some Brownie Points in BOND'S WORLD. There is going to be a glitch in the matrix....oh you dont like when I say that?
Kind of blatantly rude eh? I told him he needs to reevaluate what exactly he expects and why he wants to be with me and I would definitely be doing the same. His response? "I think everything is fine."

*ROLLING MY EYES YET AGAIN*

I CAN do bad all by myself. If I have to ask why are you here, Houston we have a problem.