Subway Love

Being a single gal in NYC, I'm subjected to things maybe the normal single girl doesn't encounter. All the single ladies in NYC you know what I'm talking about, right? For instance, have you ever been on the train minding your busy when you merely glance up to see the station you stopped at and catch the glare of the woman sitting across from you? You think to yourself WTF? Then you see her grab her man protectively. Or even worse methodically place a kiss on some part of his face. Once again leaving you like WTF? I mean really?!? I don't want your man. If I did, believe me a territorial kiss won't make him stay away.

Really, why do women do that? I gets under my skin. Everybody ain't after your man. I can never understand the unnecessary predatory nature of women on the subway with their boo. It baffles me even more when the guy ain't even all that! LIKE REALLY! Who wants a fat, ugly, cock-eyed troll? Umm not me.

What's even worse is what we NYers call 'Subway Love'. You've seen it. Especially on the day you curse love and anything related to it. In clear range, a couple (usually teenagers) booed up in the corner. For a split second you look in longing and adoration, then like a rude awakening you snap out of it. The overly giddy, lovey dovey, owee gooey PDA gets sickening. Suffocating, even. On a good day I have to brace myself from screaming at the top of my lungs "GET A ROOM!". Most of the time I just let out an exasperated sigh and roll my eyes. I should just do as my friend MD says "Just hurl a shoe at them.". Sounds like a great idea to me!

The things I put up with being single. I'm sure it would be different if the shoe was on the other foot when it is me in their place. Well until then...SCREW 'EM ALL

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Let's Talk about Sex...

I'm traveling with my little sister to my college alma mater and her future one so I can drop her off for the spring semester.

I remember this familiar drive all too well. As memories flood my mind of the same terrain I once drove through to get to my final destination, I can't help but get a little emotional. Then, I snapped out of it around the half way point as my lids became heavy with sleep. So now I got to busy myself until we get into city limits.

I got a text from my friend, hmm let's call her MD. Ok so she was mentioning to me that she just slept with this guy she been intimate with before. Now that's great and all cause she was going through a little sex drought. The events were unfolded and the convo left me thinking. Two things alerted my attention. One, she was on her period. Two, she selfishly had sex with him. Now don't get me wrong when both parties want sex ain't nothing gonna stop the swaping of fluids. NOTHING! So it got me thinking, could I have sex knowing I was on my period? If all parties were in the know about the situation, would it still be wrong if its done anyway?

While trying to stay awake, I thought about this. I don't think know I could not do that. Even if I wanted it so bad I thought my hooha would explode. I feel it's unsanitary. A lot of people disagree with me, but I'm sticking to it. There will be no laying down of the towel! Ick!

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Double the Pleasure, Double the Fun

What is it about double dipping when it comes to relationships? You go through a horrid break up to just end up back together somewhere done the line. So, why do we go back?

Being that I'm single and all, I found myself thinking about beaus past and contemplating the reason they all ended. Recently an ex beau of mine has been sniffing around. At first, it was a definite ego booster. To know that an ex still had interest made me feel good but, I thought nothing of it. Now, he is still at it and I'm starting to ponder. Can I be able to redo this relationship? I'm sure it won't be the same as before. One, we are older. Two, we learned from the relationship in the years that followed. Even though things are pointing to the positive, I can't help but to think I been there and done that. So really, why go back?

So I got to thinking even more in depth about double dipping. Say if you go back, would you be negating what you decided on before? The reasons why you aren't together now. Or would you just forget the past and start fresh? This is what I contemplate while weighing my options about this repeated step.

In my situation, the love is lost for him but I can conjure it up if I need or want to. I don't think it will be hard at all. It came so easily the first time. I'm sure it can happen again, right?

Auld Lang Syne...My Dudes!

Happy New Year!

2009 is here and I'm not as excited for the year as I was years prior. NYE night seemed like any other night to me. The only thing special was that I was spending it with my family. I'm thankful for that, don't get me wrong, but a holiday surrounded by celebration and future outlook it flies under the radar for me. Now that I am older, this holiday should mean something different for me. Growing up I couldn't wait to break free of my family's timeless tradition of watching the ball drop from the confines of our living room year after year. I wanted to party with my friends or my current beau. A girl could only dream of the picturesque idea of ringing in the new year with her beau's arm wrapped around her kissing her passionately. Looks nice right? Well, that's NEVER happened.

I've partied with the friends already. Now I'm waiting for the beau. The romancing effect of it all. Until then, I'll just stick to the sight of my mama in her sexiest lingerie spraying us with cheap champagne. Yes, it's that sexy! Spending time with the people you love and that love you back, is what its all about this year. Eventually, I'll find that man to woo me into the next year. I can pop a bottle and toast to that!

Rude-amentary Behavior

If people treat you a certain way, do you treat them the same way back? How do you respond to someone who is blatantly rude?

For instance, god love her but my mother is the rudest person I know. I don't know where she gets off acting the way she does. Every time she behaves this way I make sure I shove a mirror in her face so she can see how ugly she is portraying herself. My sister asked her a simple question and because she didn't want to answer or be bothered, she retorted with a rude SHUT UP. I mean really! How rude. The thing that bothers me is that she doesn't care she is being totally rude. To top things off, she wants complete respect from her children after she speaks to us like this. It's really unbelievable. This could be IS the very reason she and I don't get along. To everyone else, it's normal behavior for her. Unlike my counterparts (my sisters), i don't take shit from her. I don't care that she is my mama.

How annoyed I am right now is proof that I'm done with this little vacation. My stay is definitely over welcomed. I might need to leave before things get serious.

Home for the Holidays

Who said you can't go home?

I never thought I would be so excited to come back to the town I once ran away from. Anticipating the stinging heat of the sun at high noon and welcoming the the slowness of the southern town. Temperatures are hitting the mid 80s for the holiday season. I welcomed the 60 degree difference with open arms!

My flight home on the other hand was NOT what I expected. It must have been a while since I flew anywhere because everything seemed so foreign. The stiffness in my back and neck from the 2 hour flight. The horrible closeness of other passengers. Which by the way doesn't help when one of the might need to use the bathroom. Toxic gas on a WHOLE other level, ICK! I one point I really thought...no really know I was about to blow chunks. Thankfully, Delta showed a in flight movie. I highly recommend Fred Claus...HILARIOUS. Only Vince Vaughn can pull off sibling resentment comically. Thinking that my vacation was starting off on the wrong foot, my spirits lifted when I took in the scene of the cleanest airport ever! Coming from JFK, I believe any airport is the cleanest really. Looking around and seeing the lavish digs, I realized I was home.

Seeing my sisters waiting for me at the curb sent an overwhelming feeling of happiness that I missed for awhile. It jumped three more levels when my parents welcomed me home with open arms. Mind you my flight landed at 12:30am and I didn't get home until 2am, but it didn't matter to them. I was so excited that I couldn't go to sleep.

I'll be home for the next two weeks and hope things just get better. I'll keep you posted.

Happy Holidays!