Thursday, September 4, 2008
...being a single woman who didn't weigh 500 pounds, had no kids and kept a decent-enough job to pay the bills was considered marrying material. Now "men" just try to get over on them. I'm officially giving up on the so-called dating game. If I have to be on call for sex in the hopes that someone would consider having me in their life full-time, never-fucking-mind. I realized that I'm too smart and too full of self-respect to ever find someone to love me. The world can go to hell for all I care. I've spent too long making a fool of myself trying to win the favor of the dregs of the mortal world. I could blame it on the fact that no one sees black women other than the Halle Berry clones as worthy of anything, I could blame it on my too-high standards, but I refuse to kiss anyone's ass to get along with them in the hopes that they'll like me. Then there are the pieces of garbage that sees me as a "challenge," again, not looking for love, but to try to acquire bragging rights for something that is pretty rare, especially when nobody considers black women for anything other than video girls or typical ABWs (gee, wonder why when we're pursued by such high-quality "men") . I just called out some fuck this very week, he finally tired of the game and doesn't even bother to call or come over to say hello anymore like he did in the beginning when he thought he was getting somewhere (we work in the same building, on the same floor). I wore him down and he revealed his true intentions. The only reason he called was because he didn't want me angry at him (he prides himself on everybody liking him and not much else), but put me right back on ignore afterwards, what is THAT about?!!!! I hope he catches HIV from one of his hoochies he denies he has. At 34, I need a little something more from a guy other than dick.