"JustTrina"

Where have all the good black men gone? I've been pretty introspective lately, trying to figure out why I don't have a man. Not that I cry myself to sleep every night over it, but a girl's gotta wonder. On the other hand, I also think I know the reason and I'm comfortable with it. I mean, I've got many, MANY male friends that I love to talk to and hang out with. But that's it, they're friends. They're not even guys I've slept with or shared a make-out session (my specialty) with. They're my homies, strictly platonic. I love them all dearly and would do anything for them. See, when I'm interested in a guy, I'm very straightforward. There are no conflicting emotions or mixed signals. I lay it out for the dude to play it out, but I'm starting to see it more as a negative than a positive. When Martini said that whole thing about me making a guy submit, he basically called me a beast. And now I kinda see what he did. My forwardness, which ...

My friend Martini hurt my feelings very badly last night, but it made me take a look at myself. We were having our quarterly heartfelt conversation about what I like in a guy and how I'm never gonna meet the perfect one for me. Then he said, "I can see a guy submit to dating you." Confused, I asked hime to elaborate, to which he continued to stick his foot in his mouth saying, "He'll pass you on the street and you'll think, 'I'm awesome, why did he pass me' and turn around, grab him, tell the guy that and he'll have no choice." WOW. Oh, and there's more. After I told him I wasn't that desperate and psychotic, that I wasn't a cavewoman that would club a man over the head to be my boyfriend, Martini placed a straw that broke my back. He THEN said that I would be vengeful to the next guy I met because I felt like my ex boyfriend G'd me into dating him. Say it with me, again, WOW. So naturally, I flipped out. Martini u...

So I went out and about this weekend. Went to the "Wing Festival" in Downtown Atlanta (cuz black people love themselves some chicken, ask Dave Chappelle) with a whole crew of people. There was La'Keyia, her friend Shalonda (who's brother is the guy with the 13 year old kid who's 35 and short and won't leave me alone), Shalonda's son, La'Keyia's friend Janell, her 3 kids, La'Keyia's mom, two of La'Keyia's cousins, my brother, two of his friends and myself. That's a group of 14 people to keep track of. Well, we all hopped on the train under the sad misconception that it would be cheaper and easier to do so instead of driving. WRONG!! It costs us each $3.50 to get there and back and parking was only $5. So, instead of just $20 had we simply driven, the trip cost us $50. We could've saved $30 and eaten at the mall. But I digress, lesson learned. All in all, the train ride was entertaining. We had a nasty old man try to...

Well, I learned a few new things this past week. And no, none of them was how to put a picture on the blog. My internet is screwed because my brother's computer is out of commission, which I DON'T want to talk about. Moving on, though, I've learned a few things about me, about life and about the real world. The first thing is: I've discovered who I'm going to marry. And it sucks. It sucks because from now on, no matter who I date OR sleep with, I know I'm gonna end up with this guy. So "what's the point," one of my most hated phrases, is killing me. But all in all, I'm happy and hey, you never know, he may get married and forget all about me or better yet, hate me and never talk to me again. My friends say it's kismet, stronger than both fate and destiny combined. All I know is, I'm not saying a word or doing a THING. I learned that lesson last year. And all I've got to show for it is a Maroon 5 CD. Whatever, only time ...