Uhhhhhh....I so want a frappucino so bad, it is not even funny. I need a pedicure, I need a wax, I need a massage. And I need some male attention....STOP!! Get your mind out of the gutter, not that physical attention. I want intelligent conversation with an intelligent individual of the opposite sex. Im sick of talking to my homegirls over the phone it is starting to get annoying. Believe me that whole ladies' night bull gets old after a while, when you get sick and tired of hearing a bunch of ducks clucking around you. I want to hear some rich, deep, baritones in my ear. Im tired of looking into MAC,Maybelline, and Revlon caked faces, I want square jaws, cleft chins, chiseled looks. I want a classic, old fashioned, date. Plain and simple.
I want to put on a nice classy fitting dress, black stockings (If weather permits), and high heels and across my legs under a dinner table and talk. I want to talk politics, law, sports, music, art.
Nobody (black men anyway) want to talk about what I want to talk about. They all wanna talk about "getting in" whatever the hell that means, their rap career at damn near 30, how they got locked up back in 2005 for shooting someone's house up, the foolery goes on and on and on. I cant deal. I refuse to deal.
I want intellectual excitement, challenge me intellectually, I want passion. I dont want violence, anger, drugs, rap music, clubbing (not all the time.) I want black, white, red, themed affairs. I want theatre, art, nature.....Is that so hard?
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