On the Verge of Dating White Girls

Ear Whispering Pimps

I'm not one to hate, but what the hell do you whisper in a woman's ear in a loud crowded club?  I mean, "What's your name, sign and where ya' from?" are the usual questions you'd ask a lovely stranger...But I've seen brothas get real long winded in a sista's ear. 

A good friend of mine DJ Styles alerted me to this mysterious form of pimping and how effective it appeared to be in clubish type settings. Styles admitted to me his long time curiosity and how his imagination fills in the blanks with ideas of talk about Jacuzzis and expensive alcohol...

While I can't say that I think that hard about Ear Whisper Pimps, I do agree that unless there is super ethereal connection goin on, then it could be a bit much breathing down a young ladies neck that we barely know.  Nonetheless, I've seen Ear Pimps appear to be successful.  Perhaps this is a sign for me to follow the advice of the DogFather "Snoop Doggy Dogg" and step my game up.

Black Man-Black Woman: The slippery truth between us

Personally, I’ve adopted and learned through life’s experiences that God is the “Truth” and the “Truth” therefore Godly.  Generally speaking, I find that the quality of “Truth” remains to be a missing ingredient in the relationship communication between Black men and women.  Presently—although I know it exist—I don’t see too may examples of Black Love spearheading the consciousness of my community or mainstream culture.

Consequently, lying, bending the truth, or deception on any level or degree have become a part of our interaction and I’d even go as far as to say that it’s become a part of our culture. 

As a result, the down low lifestyle has snowballed AIDS in our community, polygamy has been simply chalked up to “Let a playa’ play,” and we have given in to denying and hiding the “Truth” in order to seemingly protect ourselves and the people around us.

What troubles me is that the absence of “Truth” is doing damage on both gender ends of the Black Love interaction. While the “Truth” continues to elude the Black man and woman it slowly chips away our esteem and respect in general.

What I’ve found is that when I decide to exercise a lifestyle that is more “God like” and closer to the “Truth” as possible. The “Truth” becomes that much more easily to recognize making “Deception” stick out like a bad weave.
And even though the “Truth” might hurt at times, it –in the long run—is better for us. 
Although cliché, the "Truth" will set you free. 

And even though this blog might come off as comical at times, I assure you, it is dedicated and inspired by the “Truth” so that the folks interested in Black Love can be experience and witness it with satisfaction and confidence.

Overall, I encourage us all to live in the “Truth” and make it a required element of our lives. I definitely would like to see us maturely deal with the “Truth” as it comes and divinely touches our lives.

With these thoughts and beliefs in mind, I offer this blog as a platform for “Truth” to be communicated and dealt with out of respect for ourselves, each other and the world around us.  With that said, feel free to be truthful as you only know to be.

We all deserve  it's healing quality.

Black Women dating Black Women

First of all, I’m not mad.  A bit perplexed, but not mad.  I often think that if I were a woman, I’d be a lesbian too…Anyway, I had the pleasure of attending a Halloween party the other night and a handful of women were dressed up as men. The odd thing about it was that--being that it is 2005--I couldn't tell if it was a costume or not?...  I really threw me off.  It's not like I care, but I do remember a time when if a woman dressed like a man, or had facial hair it was definitely a costume. 

As for the whole lesbian thing…I learned a long time ago to not intervene and to just respect their relationship like any other.  The way I feel about it, I love women, and I would hate for a single Brotha like me to push up on my girl.  So I do unto others as I’d want them to blah, blah, blah…I’m not mad.  Just bit perplexed this Halloween.

 

Sistas with "Restricted" telephone numbers

So I met this nice young beautiful sista about 2 years ago and she continues calls me every now and then from a restricted number.  Now when I say "every now and then," I mean she calls like no more than once a month--sometimes 4-6 months apart.
Because she has not offered me her number and her number always displays as "Restricted" on my cell phone, I don't  ask her for her number.  Basically, it seems rather obvious that she doesn't do that.
So when she calls we always have a pleasant and stimulating conversation.  We even talk about going out for some eat or drink too (right...)
I did bring the issue up to her that our "correspondence was very one sided."
She asked, "How is that?"
Then I simply asked her, "Why did you call me?"
And then she said, "Because I wanted to."
Then I replied, "That must be nice to be able to do."
She just laughed it off, but I failed to see the humor in it.  Now, for my study of Sistas with "Blocked" telephone numbers, I will keep my cell phone to my ear and record how many times she calls and when.  Perhaps this will reveal more insight to this phenomenonic pattern.

Today Thursday October 24th, she called and 3:30pm.  I didn't know who it was so I let it go to voice mail and she said she'd call again later....

Rosa Parks: R.I.P.

Since Kindergarten, Rosa Parks has always been bookmarked as a positive woman in my mind.  Her passing away represents a remarkable life spent.  Although I never met her, I'm am truly grateful for sharing the planet with her.  Furthermore, I am thankful for the movement that she helped sparked.  The image of her character has been an outstanding one and I can only wish, hope and pray to encounter a woman with half the virtue that she possessed.  With pure love and sincerity I want Rosa Parks to rest in peace and know that her life was one truly cherished. 
Rosa, I thank you.

Are my rims big enough?

Since the trends of rims have stepped into the forefront of style, they have become a status symbol with the unspoken impression of, “Look at what I can afford!” 
The bigger and more fancier one’s rims, the more of a statement of your making.

In the recent years, I’ve seen rides with rims that were worth more than the car itself.  I’ve also seen cars that weren’t worth half as much as their rims, or cars that just looked ridiculous with over sized rims…

Even though the sporting of rims behind impractical logic may come across as silly, the statement of rims has a way of speaking to women in general.

Sure, it’s impressive to have a nice ride and wheels to match, but should rims make as loud a statement as it does with Black women. 

No, I don’t have spinners or 20inch rims on my ride, but I’m tempted to pimp my ride a little bit. 

Then again, am I in pursuit of a woman who is more impressed in my rims than my personality and talent?  I think not. Maybe I just have a rim-ride complex.

Nonetheless, it bothers me that our culture is caught up in the display of materialism and how it attracts the attention of our Black women for, all to often, the wrong reasons…

The "Thugged Out" vs. The "Nice Guy"

It amazes me how much the Thugged out, violent and insensitive persona continues to beat out the intelligent, caring and sensative type with Black woman.
Sure, not all women choose to be with the thug type, but a lot do.  Perhaps the blame can be attached to the glamorization of thug lifstyle via videos and music.  Then again, the "bad boy" persona has been admired by women of all races since the beginning of time. 
However, in 2005 when many Black women compain about the selection of Black men, why is it that the "nice guy" approach just doesn't work for many Black women?  For instance, I've been rejected passed-up (or choose your own word) by a few sistas who chose to contnue to be with her mentally abusive and  dysfunctionally insecure boyfrined/father of her child...While she had a lot to consider since he is the father of ther child, I'm just thinking no matter the person or situation it would be best to place one's self in the healthier position, right?  I mean, then we all win.  The child as well.  And if a dude doesn't motivate himself to be a healthier person for himself, then what good is he as a father and or mate? 
You'd be surprised at the numbers of Black women that I know of that have opted for the thug/dysfunctional type instead of the nice guy.
As a result, it's tempting to tilt my hat, get a few tattoos, fatally stalking my wanna be ex-girlfriend,  and focus my mind on illegal activities and worldly values...but that really doesn't work for me in the end. At the same time it doesn't work for me to continue to see beautiful women opt for obvious ugliness.  Oh well, I guess I'm just that nice single guy--for now.

When will Kobe learn?...

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