Greetings readers, I hope you’ve had a delightful summer! My summer has been great professionally but my personal life is sad, why should summer be any different from winter, spring or fall for that matter? You have to laugh about your misfortune in hopes of turning that misery into mastery. Sometimes when you continuously wind up in the single column you start to take stock of who you truly are and what you have to offer to make sure there aren’t some areas that you need to work on. My checklist is phenomenal but not different, I know plenty of women just like me.
What else would a good man want? Notice I said good man. Perhaps being a good woman isn’t the issue, it’s being discovered by a good man that’s appreciative. While pondering on this idea, I thought of one of my favorite rappers, Yo Gotti. He penned a classic entitled “Disqualified” where he spoke about women who aren’t good enough and I’m happy to report that I don’t commit any of those infractions. Now I’m not saying that I want a rich rapper, I’m just saying I’d like a good man who could measure up to my qualifications. There are men out there who fall into that “good man” category but unfortunately I’m not so sure that they are spending their time on “good women” such as myself and other fabulous ones like me.
Recently, I was told by a past paramour of mine that I was “perfect” and that was a problem. Talk about a blessing and a curse. In today’s society women such as myself feel like Ph.D recipients applying for receptionist jobs and competing against those who have 1/8th of what we bring to the table. Hell I am the table. Since when has being great been an issue? What’s wrong with being great? I look around and I can’t help but to see women who are seemingly finding happiness with the opposite sex while I’m just wondering….
What do you do when you have all of these wonderful qualities to offer and no one is appreciative of it? Should I turn into a crazy bitch? They always seem to have to have a man. LOL. Should I sleep around? Hoes get snapped up with the quickness too. Should I become needy? Get myself in a predicament where I am in a dire need of a man? They seem to adore those types. Should I stop hanging with my homies? Should I date someone that makes my stomach turn? They are always around lurking. I’m asking all of these rhetorical questions because I’m quite sure some of these have popped up in the minds of other awesome, fabulous, gorgeously single women such as I am.
I don’t have all of the answers, I just have all of the questions and the good sense to laugh about it and keep hope alive. My good man is out there and my love story will be great, it has to be because it’s taking too damn long to go to press.
Earlier this year, I lost a dear friend due to unnecessary violence. He was a wonderful father and loving son. I miss him every single day. Rest in Love and Eternal Peace E.J. and just know that you were a blessing and still is. For all of my readers out there, please encourage someone you know to love one another and if you know someone is prone to violence, pray for them and encourage them to stop the violence. God Bless!