Why Are You Single?

Recently I was having a conversation with a guy and he said “so tell me, you seem like a very nice individual, very easy to get along with why don’t you have anyone special in your life?” You know whats crazy? I get that a lot! I mean A LOT! Meet people, women, men, even children and they ask that question in some form or another. Makes me wonder, why am i single? I am actually attractive, intelligent, pay my own way, can cook and cook well at that, so why am I by myself?……OK personally I think there are three main reasons for it….1. I probably was giving off the leave me alone vibe….doing it subconsciously because I wasn’t ready for a relationship and all that it entitles (i.e. lazy). Its a lot of work! I’m the type to go all out too, I’m talking going to the store for the groceries then to his place to cook, giving pedicures, washing hair, anything you ask for, type. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. All black men have the potential to be a king, you just have to know how to wear the crown. So unless he’s worth it (i.e. rocking that crown right)….why bother. 2. Just haven’ t met someone whose ready for me. Its as simple as that, I’ve been actually told before that by someone I was involved with and no dude wasn’t just playing me, he was sincere with it and I can respect that. Also I can sense when I guy who is feeling me realizes he’s not ready for me. I feel it in the air, all of a sudden he looks at me differently, tilts his head to side as if he thinking; “damn this girl is the truth, something special bout her, but I just don’t got the energy to put in the type of work she’ll require me too. Oh well, hey look over there at that girl, yeah she seems dumb as rocks but %*&! I’m not going to have to work too hard for that. I’ll come back to this when I’m ready.” I swear, I see the look in their eyes! I can hear their thoughts! So my advice to all those brothas out their looking for something real, get off your lazy ass and put some work into it! Yeah, those bucket heads are quick, easy, fun but just like cheap food, you’ll get tired of it quick and when you want that plate of mac and cheese (from scratch!) baked chicken and biscuits……you gonna find it in front of a white man!

Warm Chicken Noodle Soup

Yea, so Michelle and Barack….Am I the only one who looks at them in complete admiration? That right there, that’s real love. I look at them and I feel like I just had some warm chicken noodle soup. You know that warm, comforting, its cold and raining outside but I’m laid up in bed under a quilt so I’m good feeling? Yeah that’s the feeling I’m getting when I look at those two. I want to be a Michelle to a Barack, a Claire to a Heath-cliff. Black love is a beautiful thing. Now I’m not knocking anyone of a different race, don’t get me wrong but to see a black man and woman in love doing their thing, gets me in my soft spot each and every time. That’s the main reason why even though the boobs and the lips have plenty of white men circling the house, I can’t go there. But that’s another topic for another day. I debated puting this in here, being that this is a blog of a duo (me and the sis) and I really don’t want the fam up in my business; but a blog is never really all that good until you get personal. That being said,…..I, yes I, Miss Stoosh, the one everyone thought was always too uppity, too saddity, and well of course stoosh, have met someone recently. Someone who has me overdosing on the warm chicken noodle soup. I know, I know, hell must have frozen over. I was always the cynical, overly sarcastic, brothas aint $%*! type lol. But I have to admit, dude has me nervous, actually shut me up a couple of times….and I’m the type to ALWAYS have some slick or smart thing to say. Brotha got me beaming so bright, my friends have nicknamed me “Sunshine”. So sistah, I know you’re reading this, that’s the reason I’m cheesin all the time, so you can stop giving me the side-eye, lol. I’m not up to no good, I’m just enjoying my warm…chicken..noodle..soup….mmmmmm.