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Are There Any Nice Guys Left?

I met a woman on Sunday who said she met her husband at a singles' ministry at church. This is the second woman from that church, my church, that has told me this. The problem? The singles' ministry is not that active anymore.

Anyway. I was feeling bored and lonley this weekend so when The Kid 2.0 called to see if we could "hang out" I said cool. Afterall, we had had a discussion that I thought cleared the air and made him understand that we were clearly on friends-only territory.

Secondly, I thought what's so wrong with hanging out watching movies with a FRIEND?

*inside my own head* Why are you so naive?

So long story, less long, The Kid 2.0 comes over and everything is chill for hour number 1. I am sitting on my chair and he is on the love seat. Then The Kid 2.0 says, "Why are you so distant? You can sit by me."

Do you see where this is heading? I did but I kept thinking, self, don't jump to conclusions.

It went from me sitting next to him, to him with his hand on my thigh, to him inching his hand higher, to me pushing his hand away, to him trying to kiss me, to me stopping him and saying. "Stop, this is just too much too fast. "

He says, "I understand."

He did not. Back with the hand action. I got so frustrated, I couldn't finish watching Black Girls Rock.

I just stated that I had to get ready for my first day at work.

He got up and left.

This is the first time we actually spend one-on-time together - no date, no dinner. You have not done ANYTHING to expect any type of action. I am too old for this. I had no idea that guys still tried that high school crap. Ugh!

Are there any nice guys left?

P.S. My Gut Feeling Is ALWAYS Right

This past week has been a roller coaster of emotional ups, downs and suspension. Come Monday, I am officially in the second week of my two weeks' notice. With one end in site and a new beginning on the horizon, I   guess this was the devil's time to get busy.

For brevity I'll just focus on the guy.

So this guy that I was not interested in kept finding his way in my space every day, multiple times a day. One day he finds his courage and finally asks me out. . . well, to "hang out." Yes, he is 25 and this is the parlance of 25 year olds.

I kinda blew him off last weekend just because I am too grown for that. Plus, my gut feeling told me he was just too young. UNTIL, I tell a couple of friends who suggest that I give him a shot. Maybe he could turn out to be a good friend. One tactless friend declared that I am insane and will probably be alone forever.

So against my better judgment and Godly discernment, I tell him that I am free this Saturday evening. He agrees that he'll text me later with details. SN: I loathe texting but he is 25 years old.

So Saturday comes. I go to my housing seminar in the morning, wash, get my eyebrows waxed and. . .NOTHING. No call, no text. . nothing!

So Sunday comes and he calls around noon wanting to know what I was up to. His words, "I'm out and about and wanted to know what you had planned today." Um, something that doesn't involve you, kiddo.

So, I politely tell him that I have things to do and that I was free yesterday. He apologizes and says something about hanging out with his friends. He, then, asks what do I have to do. My response, "Some stuff." lol

Dear child, let this be a lesson to you. If you feel you are man enough to approach a grown, independent woman and ask for her time, you better make it worth something.

P.S.S. Dear friends, I'll wait on God thank you.

 

 

Ok. I Lied About Going Out

In the last post I stated that the next man that asked me out I would say yes to.

NEVER EVER, NEVER EVER, EVER say that.

I swear he next guys came up to me at work lying like we had met before and the State Fair. This line probably would have worked on a native Dallas gal because almost everyone goes to the State Fair BUT I did not.

Dude looked about forty-five and was wearing a white chef's uniform. Like, really, dude you look like Chef Boy-Ar Dee.

I work where most of the people who come are unemployed. So, his focus should have been on other things.

Plus he seemed a lil' special if you know what I mean.

I had to tell him no three times and then finally just walk away.

 

This other guys I work with is always stopping me at the most inopportune times to strike up a conversation. Last Friday, he asks if I would go workout with him out of the blue when I am racing to get to my car to beat the rush hour traffic. I'm like dude you couldn't think to ask me this earlier. So, Monday comes and I conveniently forget to bring my workout clothes and he conveniently forget that he asks me. So this Friday comes and as I am again racing out of the door he yells so Monday the power class. I am like um yeah but really um, NO!

OAN: I am completing my application to become a mentor at one of the high schools. If this job has taught me one thing, these young girls need a positive female role model who doesn't have ANY baby daddies!

Girls, really, JUST SAY NO TO  D_ _ _ _ and DRUGS! lol

The Daniel Fast and Other Stuff

I am attempting the Daniel Fast again. I lasted 7 days before but now I have a website with recipes. I am also equiped with mangoes.

I used to be intimidated by mangoes and would never by them. Now, I have learned what a ripe mango looks and tastes like and I am hooked.

I went to the fruit market today and they were on sale for 88 cents each.

SCORE!

In other Talulazoeapple news, I think I have another crush. It's funny because a friend was like,  ooh I was gonna try to hook you guys up but blah, blah, blah. 

It all started with that darn Red Revival lipstick episode. Now he is all smiles and conversations. Unlike cute puerto rican dude, I am deliberately coy. It's all in good fun anyway.

BUT, I may just have to buy a couple flowers for my hair. *see this post*

Red Lipstick Strikes Again!

When will I ever learn?

I found this lipstick called Red Revival, a fitting moniker given my first red lipstick experience at church. Remember that? 

Well, I was feeling brave today and brought out Red Revival. I added a lip gloss called Diamond and BOOM!

I was hit on, ogled, all day. Like, seriously. I thought, am I someone else or somewhere else different from just yesterday. Then I remembered the lipstick. Yes, the red lipstick had struck again.

Best part of the day was a guy who I am kind of liking stopped me to have a little tete-a-tete. Could it truly be the power of the red?

I confessed my secret to a friend who decided it was my added confidence that was bringing on this new influx of attention but nay I know what a little red can do. It can transform.

Guess what I am wearing tomorrow? lol

Dear Single Women: Don't Be Delusional

Sitting at lunch with a group of people and the conversation turned to relationships. Seated at the table; a 60-year old married man, myself, another girl my age, a divorcee of 40ish and a 40ish single woman/no kids.

The other young woman, let's call her Precious, starts going in about the type of guy she does not want. In the company of these older folks she says she wants a "ten". I, naively, ask, "What's a ten?" I thought she meant on a ratings scale. No, she was talking measurements. *use your imagination* In the company cafeteria! Then she, an overweight woman, stated that she doesn't want a fat guy because she cannot do anything with that.

I am not exaggerating when I say everyone fell silent. This chick was loud, vulgar and rubbing everyone the wrong way. I am surprised Idris Elba had not scooped her up. *insert sarcasm*

I say all that to say why do people expect perfection in a person - physical perfection that is - when they are far from perfect.

I believe it was President Barack Obama who stated be the change you want to see or something like that.

I wonder if we single women hold on waiting for a perfect specimen of man when perfection does not exist and we are not perfect.

What do you think? Am I being to hard on her for just being honest?

I Got A Job, Whoot, Whoot!

I am really excited about this new gig. I am pretty much helping out of work people find jobs.  Oh, the irony!

'Tis the season of new beginnings.

I am meeting all types of interesting people, at the new gig. I am convinced that God is the Great Networker. I am moving soon. Same community, smaller and cheaper place. Oh, I started my budget.

*****

I am driving home from work, my very first day, and my phone rings.

It's "The Kid" singing, "She works hard for the money." I totally needed that laugh. So he is like, I miss you, can I come over. He says he will bring dinner, yada, yada.

So mind you, he calls from the restuarant that is like two minutes from my house to see what I want. Then like 40 MINUTES later, I call and say, "Are you lost?"

He says, no. It turns out his "girlfriend" needed money and he had to go rush and make a deposit. Okay, that's fine and all but why wouldn't you call and say that. He thinks that I make a big deal out of things but his behavior just reinforces his immaturity to me. He's cool and all but I hate when people show disregard for my time.

Anyway, he comes over and we hangout but I was really tired and feeling a bit under the weather.

Back to my job, though. #Grateful

I feel like a lot of things are resettling in my life, as if I am being repositioned. I keep giving thanks regardless of what is happening around me. I know God will calm every stormy sea and boisterous wind.

That is what has been happening in my life. What's up with yours?

I am in training for the next couple of weeks.

So I Finally Got Asked To Dinner. . .

 
. . .by the wrong guy! lol

Thursday was the last day of my internship. My manager planned this celebration. There was cake and snacks. A lot of people came down to say goodbye.

Soooo my manager starts telling all of the delivery guys throughout the day that it was my last day. This one in particular, I have always known he has liked me. The first day he started work he just stared at me without saying a word. I had a one word. . .creepy! lol

So, gradually he started making small talk. Well long story short, my manager comes into the party and says. "The UPS guy wants to see you before you leave, oh he wants cake." She then hands me a plate of cake and snacks.

So I go back to my desk, he is all like, "You should let me take you to dinner." Blah, blah, blah.

So I say, "Um, that would be ok." I mean what else could I say.

I know you, my frequent readers, are asking, "What's the problem?"

He is kinda cute. He just seems like a neighborhood guy. Those of you who grew up in the hood may know what I mean.

I know I suck. I'm contradictory.  I may as well go buy a couple of cats. It's just that I had a vision of who would ask me out and this wasn't the guy.

He gave his number. So I ask you - should I call?

On To The Next One - Career That Is

My last day at work is tomorrow. I am looking forward to the next page in my book of life.

I have a few prospects but faith is my concrete hope.

The people at work are planning two celebrations - a work one and an after work dinner.

We shall see what happens.

*Side-note* I have forgiven "The Kid". On the grand scale of friendship the incident was not a deal breaker but it does give me pause. I can also acknowledge my own flaw in the situation. I judge people's motives for their behavior based on past experiences instead of giving each new person a fair chance. So this is his fair chance. Besides, I drop people too easily in the past. I think this is a friend worth keeping.

*Extra Sidenote* The new girl at work says that I never pay her compliments. Que? Are we dating? lol

She said this as part of a conversation about black women working together and being jealous of one another. She claims she is so not like that. Me thinks thou does protest too much! lol

I hope I don't get emotional tomorrow. The hugs, kisses and goodbyes have already started.

The Wrong Perception

Ever think you being you is misinterpreted.

Well, yesterday at work, I found out that I am the biggest flirt - female- in our office.

Really? Must be a low bar.

I was then told that it's because the things I say can be taken more than one way. So, is that my fault or your stinking thinking?

*Background* Cute delivery guy is always telling me how good it is that I work inside under the air conditioning and he is all hot outside in the sun.* #fastforward

So the cute delivery guy comes by and says, "You're cool?" and I say, "You're hot?"

This nosy chick is walking by my desk and only hears the, "You're hot?" part and gasps my name.

Delivery guys gets all embarrassed. It was totally awkward.

So I ask the normal girl in the office what was wrong with what I said and the guy who said I was a flirt says, "He totally thought you were calling him hot."

Ugh.

The day before that, The Kid, stops by my desk and we laugh and joke with each other. This other girl says, "Oh my God *insert my name* you were so flirty." I don't even like "The Kid" like that. I just like cracking jokes with him.

Then, this guy who works on another floor comes down and needs help. I offer to help him because THAT'S MY JOB. The same girl is like, "Oh, *insert my name* you are such a flirt, offering to help him."

She later says, "You need to watch that. Guys are gonna get the wrong impression."

Really because I have been here a year and no one has. You have been here a month and well. . .

So am I big flirt or are these girls - and one guy - trippin'