Hey loves,
Been a minute. So, being the paradox that I am, I watch romantic movies but absolutely loath Telenovelas. I was watching one (a romantic movie), with wine and fried food (coz that is how we roll), and there was some lovesick girl that had a guidebook on various male profiles.{ Y'all don't judge me, this is where I discovered that a guy is literally his shoes, a tested theory) One of them was a theory about men that do not take their socks off during sex. And apparently, they are non-committal. Who knew.
But other than that, there is something that I took away from this. Most women lose themselves in relationships, me included. We get to some point that we get someone get away with slack that we do not even accept from ourselves. He fails to call after attempting to reach him? Don't worry, maybe he is busy. He fails to bring you something that you had explicitly told him to bring? Maybe he forgot. We have these excuses in our head that are so stupid, and so silly, and we literally become blind in love. Which is why I suggest a rulebook. A rulebook with guiding principles, to guide our souls to redemption and our minds back to sanity. A rulebook would have an offense, prevention measures, hit rate, and course of action. An example would be:
I called once and I texted twice: Wait for him to respond in 24 hours: If not, move the fuck on.
What do y'all think?
Wednesday, 12 December 2018
Tuesday, 13 June 2017
Staying Woke....
Let's discuss butts. And especially so, enlarged butts with our history. I bet very few of you know of Sarah Baartman. This chic was an African slave that was known for her behind. And I am not talking bout the Kim Kardashian size butt.
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
Eating My Frog
So, quarter life crisis is hitting pretty hard, and then Mark Twain decides to sashay into my life with his enormous moustache and famous quotes. It is kind of annoying, really, how history has a solution to your problems so that you do not have an excuse to fail at anything.
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