Nickel Chicks…

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  The soulful voice of Lyfe Jennings–Statistics flows through my head as I sip on my sweet red wine. Yet, all I can think about is the horrifying truth that lies within. Am I a statistic? Time to evaluate.                                                               Listening to the song one thing that rings a bell in my head is “Don’t be a nickel out here looking for a dime.” Wow! This happens everyday for ladies and men. It seems as if people are dating “out of their league” yes, this does exist. Dating for social, economic, and material gain. Opposed to dating for true compatibility. Read More »

Dating….For what???

So we pull out our favorite get’em girl dress.  Get our wig tossed, nails, done and pay a babysitter. All to sit across from some damn weirdo. While we fill up on fine food, cheep wine and feed each other bullshit. Trying to cram our life in a 30 minute conversation that is constantly interrupted by some moonlighting waitress who hopes he tips well. What’s your favorite color? Where did you grow up? Where were you when I was 17 and wanted to just kick it? Who cares? Read More »

She can’t cook? And….

It’s always the story. She doesn’t cook. And then I ask why the hell did you marry her then? Of course we are going to have the women who say, “ that’s what you get you should have married someone like me.” Well I for one am a DAMN GOOD cook, I don’t like cleaning but I get it done. But, I also suffer from IWS…I’m an Independent Woman Syndrome (we’ll go over this later). That does not constitute for marriage material. In fact getting married wasn’t on the agenda. Read More »

Miss Independent or Miss Lonely Control Freak?

So many songs, poems, raps, and articles about being an independent woman. I’m starting to think it’s not all it’s crapped up to be. Maybe it’s an excuse for the men who aren’t any good to encourage us to do for ourselves FULLY while they slack off. I mean it does make sense. If you do it all yourself you only need him for one thing. And that’s all he wants anyway. Makes you wonder right. Miss Independent, well exactly how long are you supposed to be? And are you independent or are you just a lonely control freak who wants things to always go according to YOUR plan? I’m not sure of the time limit or if the “Miss” indicates a certain age group. But I’m sure this is not a title you want to take with you to your grave. Read More »