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Friday, December 31, 2010

The 2010 Year in Review: Every Word in this Blog's Gonna be About You

Beautiful Artistic Joyful Incomparable Limitless Rational Eternal Sincere Bliss Liberated Revelation Delicate Alive Logical Caring Magnificent Spiritual Compassionate Wise Emotional Protected Kind Special Providence Witty Imaginative Tender Vivid Shining Original Loving Peace Marvelous Genuine Consummate Breathtaking Hopeful Leader Unique Teacher Vibrant Driven Treasure Priceless Lady Understanding Gentle Thoughtful Friend Supreme Poetic Dazzling Resilient Fresh Communicative Thinker Sweet Brilliant Intelligent Free Queen Dreamer Colorful Love Loyal Wisdom Exceptional Blissful Wonderful Exquisite Unquestioning Desire Soulful Lively Dutiful Precious Talented Determined Strong Vigorous Ideal Fragile Beaming Lovely Creative Radiant Exultant Honest Inspiring Forever

Serenity Heavenly Angel Real Extraordinary Air Life Dream Amazing You
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The 2010 Year in Review: Every Day is Christmas, Every Night is New Year's Eve

I want to thank Talib Kweli for being late to a concert and providing the space needed for you to stand next to me. I want thank Stevie Wonder for providing the soundtrack to our first date. Then you disappeared…and reappeared (Houdini would be very proud). I also want to thank God for sending you through those hospital doors after I prayed for him to deliver me from the pain. I want to thank you for loving me.


Nearly eleven months to the day that my life changed and here we are. There’s been a few twists and turns, a dip here and there, but here we stand. I wouldn’t trade not one day that you’ve spent in my life, because each day has brought us to where we are now, loving one another. As a matter of fact, I wish that I could fall in love with you again. In time, you’ve become my best friend and my woman, my reason and my inspiration, my beginning and my end, but in between, you have simply been you. You prayed for me when I needed to find my way back, prayed with me on my journey and now you pray with me as I’ve arrived at my destination. I owe you forever and I plan to repay you.

You looked beyond who I was and even past who I am, towards who I can be, and that inspired me to make a greater effort to put bad habits to rest. You are the woman I stood in front of a group of people last year and said would come into my life and I would love like God designed you exclusively for me. They looked at me like I was strange, but take a look at me now. I knew you were coming, I spoke it into existence, so I’ll try it again: I’m going to marry you and we’ll travel the world enjoying life together and you’ll never have a need or want more than a glass of water before bed.

I prayed for God to remove the physical pain as I was being wheeled into surgery, but there was emotional and spiritual pain that I needed removed as well and he did that, in the form of you. I’ve rebuilt relationships, come to grips with the pain I’ve caused others, forgiven myself and others and ended up with the gift of love and life at the end of the process. So I’ve made up ground on my dreams and left my fingerprints all over reality all with a smile on my face, something folks haven’t been used to seeing.

With you, every day is Christmas and each night is New Year’s Eve, we celebrate one another everyday and a calendar is not needed to tell me when or why to show how much I appreciate you. However, this morning I wanted you to know that you mean EVERYTHING to me and I’ll spend every waking minute and sleepless night illustrating that to you until you get the picture. Even though my sleepless nights are no more. My insomnia is gone, because I rest assured with the thought that you are right next to me and I think I can enjoy this life forever. Forever, you know, like until the day that you are me and I am you…now ain’t that loving you?!?
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The 2010 Year in Review: A Day in My Life...A Dream Within a Dream

I begin each day by telling Sunshine "good morning" and then proceeding to get my thing together to get to work, because I can't be too late, the babies are so demanding. I'm out the door with a smile, more often than before, I guess I'm happier than I've been in a long time. I've told you that the Sun seems to be shining directly on me these days and I'm able to stare directly into its gaze without shades, squinting or looking away in embarrassment.

I can recall days wishing for rain to match my mood or remove the smiles of others, but those days are no more. Sunshine is abound within the world according to Teef, even when it takes its time to rest, it sends the stars to cover me until I say "goodnight" and begin my battle with sleep until my eyes are forced open to wait for the next sunrise. So this is the happiness that people have been telling me about all of these years? To think, I've found it too, despite not wanting it for so long.

I guess when it happens to you there's nothing you can do but absorb the rays of the Sun, thank God every day it shines your way and acknowledge its beauty and range each opportunity you get. I've given up searching for rhyme and reason; I'm not interested in another season, my jersey's in the rafters. I'm a different man than I was six months ago; I believe in magic again, I now dream in color and love the Sunshine.

Here I am sneaking to write this before you rise on your special day, trying to find 32 ways to show you just how special you are, July's Rose placed on a lion's chest. An odd coupling but it's amazing what each new day on the calendar brings, another day for the Sun to take its place in the sky and another opportunity for me to be better than the day before. I've come to understand evolution and the Sun's need to shine away from the place I call home, but you know my selfish behind will follow you to the moon in the sky above to stand in your shadow. I guess what I'm trying to say is, is, if my eyes could speak, they would tell you…

I would've noticed you out of the corner of my eye; I would've noticed you if I was born without sight

I would've noticed you had you been a candle, if not sunlight

There you were…and then you were

And I was left wondering how such magic occurs

And there you were…and here we are

It's funny how we revolve but we never lose track of the stars

I would've noticed you without a telescope…

Your smile is like Christmas morning

You took my heart without warning

More beauty than anyone I've ever known

More beautiful than anything cameras have ever shown

I never saw you coming…

Then you opened your heart and shared your poetry

And I opened my mind to share my world

Then I opened my eyes and saw you

I never noticed I was dreaming…

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The 2010 Year in Review: I Wish with no Fear

I want a wife, I love women/How can I front like I don't be in love with 'em?

De La Soul "Trying People"

Shoutout to Trugoy!

I can't help but think that I'm misunderstood from time to time, no matter how many times I explain it, how many ways I spell it out, there are always folks quick to assume the worst when it comes to things I write. Behind last week's "Treat Her Like a Lady" post, I'm too harsh on women, I'm never gonna get a woman, I'm a misogynist, and I should be ashamed of myself for talking about that way during Women's History Month. Did I take it easy on Niggas during Black History Month? Here's the truth (You can't handle the truth!), nothing but the truth; I love women and hold them to the highest possible standard imaginable, because I know the strength of women and the limitless possibilities, so I push the women in my life to be greater than they ever expected to be. Just as I hope she pushes me to be as great as I could possibly be. If that's too much for you, take your low-expectation having ass somewhere else and let me do what I came to do.

Back to my business…

In my opinion, falling in love encompasses a type of vulnerability that frightens the hell out of me. If you ever wondered, my fear in life is placing my emotions at the feet of someone else and expecting them to do right by me, and in turn they step on or step over those feelings. I purposely live my life on the outside of my feelings out of protection for myself, doesn't always work for the women that involve themselves with me, but that's where I was. Notice I said was…

I've been in love once, maybe twice. Sure I've loved various women at various stages of my life for various reasons, but as far as being in love and wanting that forever type of thing, the number of surgeries I've had outnumbers that. Some people see the point, I only see the pain and that's an issue. The pain…

It's funny how damn near dying makes you realize how close you were to never having really loved. Until my appendix went haywire I was totally cool with living the rest of my days alone, then my body crashed and I realized just how alone I was. I wasn't alone in the sense that I had to sit up in the hospital by myself, but my recovery was done for the most part solo. So, while I was convalescing, I was also doing a self-inspection and deciding I was ready to conquer my fear. The fear…

What exactly drives this fear? Loss, plain and simple. I've insulated myself to avoid the feeling of losing people close to me. It takes a lot for me to connect to people and to extend myself, my heart into a romantic relationship in which I'm completely exposed to the possibility of being hurt is unacceptable, at least it was.

Was…

Here's the thing, despite all of my bullshit, I'm an easy person to love. The difficulty is getting that same love out of me, because oftentimes, it isn't reciprocated the way you may expect, deserve or need it to be. It leaves women dancing around eggshells because I'm so emotionally unavailable that you don't know what's going through my mind, all the while I'm trying to protect myself from the pain. Pain…

I'm 31, with not a relationship I can call successful on my record, so might as well call it quits correct? Stick to the lifestyle I've come to enjoy, a string of aimless liaisons and maybe one day I'll stumble into something of substance. Or, I can man up to my reservations and face the fear. Fear…

The question is asked about the type of woman that piques my interest? I'm not going to advertise the type, but she always knows who she is when presented to me. How does she know? She sees parts of me that no one else does. I'm willing to bare to her what I won't share in a blog. She knows how difficult it is for me to say how I feel about her, because the thought of her not accepting or misusing that feeling terrifies me. She knows that in her, I have no fears, I have no qualms. She understands that my wish of forever is not common, so she is extraordinary; she has unearthed a rarity in my soul. She knows that when it comes to her, I wish with no fear…
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The 2010 Year in Review: A Way with Words

Some people seem to think I have a way with words

I just simply like to play with words

Sometimes, the way I feel is hard to say with words

At those moments, I'm just OK with words

Alcatraz, words never escape me, but your radiant beauty has committed larceny and robbed me of my train of thought

I'm speechless, tight-lipped, voiceless, wordless, it's my tongue the cat caught

I search my vocabulary, angel is best suited to define

But I'm speechless, tight-lipped, voiceless, wordless, my mouth is weak, the funny valentine

Synonymous with timeless, endless in your existence, you must be magic

A goddess Greeks have never known, you must be tragic

As if you were born from the Bard's feather

Indelible, your signature upon my heart lasts forever

You're the deferred dream realized, silencing cries of despair

The perfect part of the speech for me to share

But I'm speechless, tight-lipped, voiceless, wordless, at these moments I'm just OK with words

Because the way I feel is hard to say with words

And even when I simply play with words

You have easily gotten away with words

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The 2010 Year in Review: I Was Made to Love Her

Have you ever seen someone and simply said, “Damn!”? You have no idea what it is about this person, but they just have “it”. That “it” is enough to jumpstart your curiosity and frenzy your mind over the possibilities of her or him. It is this “it” that attracts you to this person and allows you to be drawn in and well on your way to love and ultimately cursing the day “it” caught your eye. I have fallen victim to “it” plenty of times in the past and I’m sure I will “it” will cross my path again in the coming weeks.


Around the New Year I put together two surveys and jokingly said I was trying to put together “The Perfect Woman”. Some of you ladies were quick to say that there is no such thing as a “perfect woman”, or that every woman is perfect (yeah right) and one even ventured to say that I let the perfect woman go. The truth is, I do believe in perfection, at least when it comes to me. The purpose of these surveys was to pick the brains of a cross-section of women in an attempt to gauge their temperature when it came to their thoughts and experiences in relationships.

This was not a joke I was playing or an attempt to belittle women whatsoever, I am sincere in my efforts to learn more about relationships and finding out how I can better in the area. So I figured why not go straight to the source? The results were and remain completely anonymous, all I have is raw data and after sifting through 376 responses, I’ve created the woman that I was made to love…

I will be introduced to this gorgeous African-American woman by mutual friends at a get together and despite her obvious beauty, her personality and the intelligence she demonstrates in that first conversation will win me over. I will find out during a conversation over dinner on our first date that I won her over with my sense of humor, frank conversation and the fact that I’ve taken care of my teeth over the years. During this conversation I will find out that we were born within months of each other, her parents have been married for 35 years and she says their marriage is the template she will follow when she marries. She’s extremely proud of receiving her college degree and enrolled in grad school, because though she enjoys her career, she feels as though she’s slightly underpaid and unfulfilled in her current gig.

We take an after-dinner walk and the conversation turns to relationships. She’s been in three serious relationships and though none of them ended well, she hasn’t given up hope on being married and having her first child before she’s 35. She tells me that her last boyfriend cheated on her and she really wants to know why men can’t seem to stay faithful. I have no answer for her, but she tells me that trust, communication and overall respect for her are the most important factors in relationships. I nod yes, agreeing more for the sake of keeping the conversation going, I think we’re going a little too deep for the first date, I just wanted to catch a movie.

She goes on to tell me that she’s recently started dating again because she’s looking for companionship, living alone has brought on feelings of loneliness on more than one occasion. She’s joined a few internet dating sites, because it’s been hard to find a decent guy. She confesses that she’s cheated in the past, she says that she was young, immature and didn’t feel the support and attention she needed from the relationship. She regrets that she cheated, but regrets the fact that she stuck around a relationship that wasn’t yielding happiness and drove her to cheating even more.

Three months and numerous dates later, we find ourselves in an exclusive relationship and I’m falling in love with her. I’m in love with HER…I’m completely enamored by her intelligence, her confidence and her personality. We have our clashes; she believes my confidence borders on arrogance and I believe she’s too emotional and her attitude can get the best of her at times, but we make it work, because we’re honest with one another and we talk about our issues.

We’ve found a balance that works for us and have connected platonically, emotionally and physically. She really loves to cook and does so as often as possible, but I have my nights to cook, usually when she has class or goes to the gym. I tell her that her body is perfect, but she thinks she can stand to lose a few pounds and tone up some. I rub my belly and thank God that I’m a man. She makes no secret of the fact that she wants to get married and have children within a few years. Though the possibility of a family scares the hell out of me, the possibility of living without her is even more terrifying, she is my perfect woman.
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The 2010 Year in Review: My Adventure with Her

There’s been one constant question through replies and conversations I had throughout the course of the year, “Who is She?” they ask. The “She” people refer to is the somewhat mythical woman that has caused me to change my life, well, that’s what “they” say. The truth is, when I decided that I wanted better for myself, better walked into my life. This entire year has been a whimsical ride through parts of me some (including me) didn’t believe existed.


“She” has been alternately referred to as “You” or “Her” in these pages, but in my life, only one name is applicable, Love. So, I spent 2010 falling in love and telling you what it looked like from the inside while still watching the world perform for me. If you thought 2010 was interesting, wait until you see what my 2011 has in store!

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The 2010 Year in Review: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love "I'm Not Your Plaything"

Don't open another door before closing the first
Old folks say it, so it sounds right. It's also applicable to a situation many people find themselves square in the middle of. Letting go and moving on is hard, but is made damn near impossible when there's so much love still involved or enough time hasn't elapsed to heal the wounds. But life doesn't stop, your heart continues to beat and occasionally you find yourself in a situation that grows out of your control. There are a few of us that seem like magnets for women in these situations and end up feeling like a Loose Ends song…hanging on a string.

The men in these situations become collateral damage because of the unresolved nature of the previous relationships. I really doubt there's anything intentional, just a ball of confusion that tends to bounce into the yards of unsuspecting men, who pick it up to play and eventually home to meet mama. It's one of those things that happens when your mind is telling you one thing, your heart the opposite and your body is doing what the hell it wants to do! So some poor sap is on the other side trying to dance to your rhythm, while holding on to that string for dear life.

The new fools hold on, seeing what they want to see, while old fools let go after a while and plain' ol fools never grab a hold of the rope. I can't tell you which of the fools is correct, but a wise man once told me that love and happiness can make you do right and make you do wrong. Wait a minute, that was Al Green, but he was right. It's hard to let go of something that feels so right (and so good) even though you know it's wrong, regardless of how much you must appear to be a fool on the periphery. Your friends don't understand, hell, you don't understand half the time, but you keep holding on like Simply Red.

There's no blame to be placed because we like what we like, but after a passage of time, a resolution is needed. As the old folks say, there comes a time when you must shit or get off the pot. We can't go back in time, but if there's something so strong that you can't let go, while he's dangling for dear life on that string, you may need to deal with that and allow him a chance to place his feet on solid ground. Relationships are hard enough as is, but they are really hard when one person has plans for the future and your thoughts are stuck in the past, pretty much impossible. At some point the doubt takes over, you question if you’re good enough, it must be something if she’s still contemplating and you changing your grip on that string.

But it's all in the game I suppose, you win some, lose more, but you live to play again…as long as you don't hang yourself from that rope.
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The 2010 Year in Review: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love "Bitter Nigga"

Most fellas are gonna play it cool when you break up with them, but if it's at no fault of his own, he's gonna perform. Trust me; I've seen it in action. Blindside a brother and he goes all Denzel in Training Day, King Kong ain't got nothing on him! If he's really into you, not only do you have some problems, but so do the next seven women he dates. We know how to hold a grudge and if we've made ourselves vulnerable, put our hearts on the line and really wanted to settle in and kick it with you, the notion of having that feeling you gave him is as welcome as a 60-year-old man from the south giving up pork!


I told you we hold on to the one that got away, but the one that pushes us away stays just as long and occupies a place of love and hate at the same time. That's not a place you want to be ladies, because when a man has contempt for you, damn! I'm just saying, we start wishing all kinds of things on you, the worst kind of unhappiness we can dream of. I know they say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. But Earth knows nothing like a man with a broken heart! Marsha Ambrosius has nothing on a bitter Nigga! We sit around thinking of things to happen to you like…

I hope he cheats on you with a chick that used to @#$% ballers/And you get sick every time my name is brought up/Hope she works at your job and they get married next year/Have a couple kids with gray eyes and good hair/I know it may sound bitter/Yes I'm a little bitter/Yes I'm a bitter Nigga/Cuz I'm no longer with 'cha

I hipped yall to the game of chicks with BBS, but Bitter Nigga is hard to spot. He creeps below the radar until you refuse his drink or advances, then the "B-word" comes flying out. While that word isn't acceptable, understand that he isn't talking to you, he's still mad at her! So every woman he dates until he meets "the one" or the next one to break his heart is treated in that manner. He's on the low so good that he's dating one of you right now, but as soon as you begin a conversation with "We need to talk…" he flips out on you, because he's been waiting for you to say those words since you said hello. Now he's cursing your mama, you dog, your mechanic and everyone known to you and you were just trying to tell him that you spilled something on his Cowboy jersey.

Some of you have peered in a little closer because you're waiting for me to give more clues to how to spot this dude, because you think you may be dating a bitter Nigga. Sorry for ya, I'm not gonna do all the work for you, you need to talk to your man and if he's extremely disgruntled about Jay-Z and Beyoncè or Ashford and Simpson, hell Jesse and Angie, there's a good chance you're keeping time with Bitter Nigga!
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The 2010 Year in Review: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love "I Think About Her Every Once in a While"

Ladies, have you ever looked at a guy and thought to yourself that he isn't there with you right now? There's a great chance that he wasn't, he's in his head thinking of her smile, her laugh, her smell, he's thinking of her. Who is she? She's the one that got away, the one he never had the chance with, the one he just couldn't get up the nerve to step to and say, "Hello. What's up? How are you?" We all have that one. The woman that will silently drive us crazy, even when we're with you and you're driving us crazy.


It's nothing personal against you, we understand that in most cases we weren't your first…or second choice, but the choice was made. However, through the years there's been a woman or two that exceeded every expectation we've set for a woman, but just as quick as she appeared she was gone, taking with her our ability to dream, to love unconditionally, that forever shit. In many cases it isn't gone forever, but there's a large space of time in which we're totally consumed with the idea of her and each woman we meet in the interim is simply in the way as we await her return.

But she never returns. She's just a thought, an "I wonder where she is" or a kick in your ass for not doing things differently. In the worst cases, she's a Google or Facebook search away, which is kinda creepy, but makes complete sense in your mind. In severe cases, she's the reason we can't commit to a woman that loves our funky asses for who we are. Ladies, you're right when you think there's someone one, there's always someone else, maybe not physically, but mentally she's in the middle of your relationship. In time you'll destroy the myth, you'll remind him that she's gone and you're here, but are you willing to put in the time? Are you willing to sit through his far away gazes and the way he just doesn't seem to want to be in tune with your feelings and emotions?

Sonny said you're allowed three great women in your lifetime, but many men would testify that we've gotten stuck on one. She's the invisible opponent you all are fighting against in pursuit of our never-ending love. By now you're wondering how do you defeat the myth? She's never totally vanquished, but her memory can be set on the shelf if you're just being yourself, providing him with everything he's looking for in a woman and a little sugar on top. Do that and he'll be happy and you'll be happy, just know that he's gonna think about her every once in a while…

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The 2010 Year in Review: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love "No Man's Land"

There's one sentence that men never want to hear from a woman, it's four words that hit you square in the gut, "Let's just be friends". Understand that we have friends, don't need new ones, men don't pick up new friends along the way all willy nilly. We've had the same friends since messed up haircuts and Cross Colours outfits, the last thing we need is to break a new friend in on our idiosyncrasies, especially a woman. Me and my friends drink and cuss together, have dinner at the strip club and bury secrets, are you ready for that type of commitment?

Some say it's impossible for a man and a woman to just be friends, but I disagree with that because many of my closest friends are women, but the circumstances from which those relationships stem from are far different. There's that percentage of platonic relationships that have always been, the guy and the girl that have been cool since 3rd grade and become like brother and sister. There's those that meet along the way, maybe on the job or you get cool at the bar, but the vibe stays on that level. There are even the few that have situations with orgins in a friendship, then he started to dig her, thought she was cute, didn't steal, so she must've been "The One". They play with the idea and decide that they're better off as friends.

However, when you meet at a defensive driving class and you spend the next six months having dinner, long conversations, walks and trips to the zoo, then you drop that "Let's just be friends" shit, you're lucky I don't kill you. Girl, I'm not trying to be your friend, I wanna be your lover, I wanna be the only one that makes you come running. I'm not sure where in a woman's mind that makes sense, but I'm here to let you know that if a man truly loves you with all of his heart, he can't just be your friend, not for five or six years at least.

No man in his right mind sets out to land in the friend zone, it's really not a place we're comfortable being. I know we lie and say we're cool with it, but we're trying to show you how understanding and sensitive to your emotions and needs we can be. But it's all bullshit; we don't want to be friends no more than we want to get our prostates examined. Even the possibility of a few "fringe benefits" isn't enough to keep us around that long if we're really trying to be with you. That sort of cheapens the situation and this time around, not our idea of fun, especially when we reach the point when you begin to date and we're not on your dance card.

What kind of new fool subjects himself to that sort of pain? I like ya and I want ya, but you want to be friends, so I'm going go with that and act like I don't love you? Girl please! That's not the way it works, we're in this for all of you at that level, not the half you're willing to give. I don't know a man strong enough to watch the woman he loves fall in love with another man or go through the motions with other guys and act like he doesn't give a damn.

I was out for a woman, I don't need another friend, my friends are eating buffalo wings and having a fantasy football draft while I've just finished suffering through Eat Pray Love with you, so pardon my back on that friend tip.
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The 2010 Year in Review: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love "Bang the Drum Slowly"

Somewhere out there right now there's a brother contemplating his end. He's not considering suicide; he's looking at his bank account and looking back over his life debating if he should buy her "the ring". Not every man agonizes over the decision, but it's a huge step that many of us have to be mentally prepared for far ahead of the emotional and physical acts of a lifetime commitment. The problem is, we move to the beat of a different drum, which is not in concert with the rhythm most of you sway to.

For women, marriage is the beginning of a beautiful fairy tale, filled with the stuff dreams are made of. For most men, marriage is the end to the freedom they've worked so hard to achieve and filled with the nightmares shared on many a bar stool. I have no experience with marriage and I only speak for 83% of the male population, but marriage isn't necessarily in our plans when we first meet you. Actually, the last thing we're thinking about when we first meet you is marriage. It's way down the list, below:

  1. I hope she doesn't have kids
  2. I hope she has a nice ass
  3. Please let this girl be smart
  4. Don't let this one steal
  5. Damn I'm hungry
  6. Does she have a man
  7. If she doesn't give me her number, I can find her on Facebook
  8. I hope she doesn't ask me to buy her a drink…man I hate it when they do that sh*t!

Marriage is not high on our list of priorities, it's one of those "if it happens, it happens things", but we're not looking to choose a preacher before choosing where to have our first date. Which is totally contrary to the softer sex, you guys are trying to decide if a brother should wear a cummerbund or vest, while deciding Adidas or Steve Madden's, we're just not on the same page. Slow down baby! It takes time for me to decide if I'm ready to give up the freedom of watching SportsCenter five consecutive hours and having carbs only meals for a lifetime of holy matrimony with you. Our compatibility has to be tested from the restaurant to the movie theater to the living room to the bedroom to the checking accounts. I can't marry you because I think we'll have cute kids or you'll look good in pictures, but for tax breaks I'll jump the broom with Aunt Kizzy!

I know quite a few people that have walked down the aisle and ran like hell not too long afterwards because the idea of being married beats the reality of being married. We've gotten too lazy as a culture to put the work into a successful marriage, so it's much easier to bail on your husband or wife than to lay the cards on the table and work at reaffirming your vows. What's the use in getting married if we're getting divorced at the first sign of turbulence? We could've had a white party and saved a gang of money if that's the case.

I got a partner that's been in 12 weddings over the years (yes 12), been a best man a few times, but has yet to take that one step over to the hot spot because he's not ready. It's that simple, we get married when we're ready, when you're pregnant or you've played Jason Bourne and given us an ultimatum. It seems as if you guys are always ready, I know women that go shopping for dresses and they are single as hell! Single like, "Damn girl, when was the last time you had a man?", but they up in David's Bridal every few months trying to will it to be.

I've heard one too many women say they just want to be loved right before making a decision to marry some shiftless Negro, thinking the want of love was enough to sustain the need of having a man to strengthen, support, love and honor you. I'm not sure on what planet that's an even exchange, but that trade is being made more often than it should. Boo Boo slow up the tempo, learn to love yourself honestly, find a man you can love earnestly, take your time then make it right religiously, so I won't be talking about you individually.
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The 2010 Year in Review: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

Put any group of guys together and for at least five minutes, the conversation will turn to women. Yeah, that's it, five minutes. We don't spend a whole lot of time examining the intricacies of you all, trying to give each other dating advice, consoling broken hearts or talking about how jacked up women are, we have bigger fish to fry…like our fantasy football drafts. But when the conversation does happen to turn to women or relationships, it's usually one guy who's going through it that needs to vent, because that's what we do, we vent. We get the nonsense off of our chest, take a few jokes and move on, none of claim to be experts and none of us want to hear expert opinions.

However, break that group down to a two-piece and you may get a conversation that lasts about twenty minutes that ranges from meeting a new woman to how this current chick is driving him up the walls. Even under these circumstances, advice is kept to a minimum, even responses are measured. That's because what we talk about when we talk about love doesn't have to stretch from the length of the drive from New York to Baltimore, we can get it all out in one line that sums it all up, "Man, what you gonna do?".

"Man, what you gonna do?" is the question that fits every situation when men are talking about relationships; from meeting someone new to taking your relationship to the next level, an untimely pregnancy to that moment when she has you at your wits end, "Man, what you gonna do?" leaves a brother to ruminate on his predicament and also reminds him that the onus is on his shoulders to figure out what his next move should be.

We don't need a search party or a hen session to find answers; we can work it all out during a commercial break. I figured that I'll take the next few days to talk about different aspects of relationships strictly from a man's point of view. I'm gonna have a little fun, may hit a sore spots, but I'm gonna keep it funky for ya…
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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive "Can I Get a Do Over?"

I never expected to see you again, so the surprise you read on my face was authentic, as was the concern that followed. True, there were a lot of years between us saying goodbye and hello again, but there was also a lot of pain. We were kids playing by grown up rules pretending to be so confident, but confused about everything but our names, but not sure how to communicate that to one another. I needed to find my place in the world; you needed to rediscover how to survive on your own, so we needed to be apart.


The days, weeks, months and years that followed found me in a tailspin trying to recapture the feeling of seeing you for the first time. There were times when I thought I’d found it, only to recognize in the next instant, the feeling was counterfeit. I was still a boy dressed in man’s clothes, so instead of moving past the fake, I played with it, making it seem as real as possible, before letting go. In the process, more pain, more lies, more late-night texts and early morning walks to the car from unsuspecting women who didn’t know they were engaged in an epic battle against a myth.

I’ve done my best to tell them they didn’t compare to what I had with you, but you know at times women don’t listen too well or hear what they want to hear. That was a joke, but there’s some truth to it. I wasn’t exactly running from the comfort of the lifestyle I chose for myself either, but a piece of my heart awaited something more, something that it seems only you bring. So, there came time for a change, a time for me to do as best as I could at purging and facing the ugly truths about myself. As with anything else I do, it’s done in the most unconventional way and allows those that pretend to not understand an opportunity to pass judgment, but it is what it is.

I’m not proud of my what I’ve done, but I’m not ashamed either, because it’s all prepared me for this moment. That moment when I would come face-to-face with you again, even though I had no inkling that you would be there that day, I was ready. There were no excuses, an explanation, a few apologies, a couple of laughs, an audience of innocent bystanders, and you and me. But nothing has ever been easy for us, there are still a few hurdles to clear, but this time around we’re open about those issues.

I’m not running away this time in search of answers that are easier found with you in my life and you’re not out to identify yourself in anything else. So much has changed since the time after before I told you, I’m better now, more mature and the foolishness is out of my system (I pray). The word on the street is that you’ve done pretty good for yourself during our divide, our mutual friends kept me up to date on your endeavors, even though I repeatedly told them I had no interest, I listened anyway.

It’s funny you walked back into my life when you did, you had been on my mind for while, but I thought you were becoming a figment of my imagination or I had become Captain Ahab. This time I’m going to be real, this time I’m ready. I never expected to see you again, so the surprise you read on my face was authentic, as was the concern that followed. I know the pain of the previous attempts, but the possibility of this time is more than enough for me to ask, can I get a do over?



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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive "A Dream Then..."

Someone once asked me if I ever planned on getting married? The standard response at that time was no. She really didn’t have an interest in my answer, because while I pondered, she pulled out her cell phone to share pictures of her husband and three kids with me. She went on a tangent about how fabulous her life is and some other white noise while I lived in my head for a few minutes. But I did manage to hear that I would probably be a lonely old man because I was incapable of loving anyone else besides myself (I’ve heard that a lot). I was more stunned than anything that she took me for some sort of robot or apathetic person who feels nothing for anyone else. Yet, her statements hit home a bit and forced me to think, have I ever really loved anyone?

I know I’ve loved a few women, thought I’ve been in love two or three times, told a few more I loved them because it seemed like the right thing to say, but have I ever truly been in love? Has there ever been a time when I was willing to commit to change, submit myself to a relationship and give all that I had to a woman? That real love, the kind of love Luther sang about? Or the kind of love that sits on a man’s heart when the woman he loves is marrying another man? Is he supposed to be happy that she found that forever type of love? Where does that type of love come from? I once read that love was the absolute act of selflessness, I wonder, can my selfish ass be that selfless?

Yes! There’s one person whom I developed a great friendship with in a short period of time and eventfully fell in love with; she seemed to come straight out of my dreams. She knows me inside and out, we share laughs over things that people will never understand (the bad Black movie list), she can tell me about myself without any argument, and she’s the person I turn to when the weight of all of the madness I deal with on a day-to-day basis is too much to carry. She’s the yin to my yang. She’s my best friend and I love her to death.

She’s my confidant, my diary, but back then she was an impossible dream that disappeared from my life and walked back in just when I needed her most. I think she reaches out to me during those same periods too. Then that feeling appears, that miserable feeling in the pit of my stomach that you get when you really love someone, that feeling when love says goodbye. It’s that feeling that doesn’t allow me to get too close to women, it’s that feeling that keeps a foot in the streets, and it’s that feeling that makes me seem so callous.

Two years later, she’s married and I’m face-to-face with the demons of the decisions I’ve made as a man. But that’s the beauty of our friendship, she’s right here with me as I piece together the puzzled madness of my life in an attempt to move forward and learn to love myself and others better. It’s because of her I know that I am capable of what a couple dozen women will tell you that I can’t do, love. Her weekly pep talks help me through what has been a difficult transition and keeps me hopeful that my future will outlive my past. If someone asks me today if I’ll ever get married I’ll still pause, but the answer may shock folks who know me best, because I’ve learned to dream again…



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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive "Some New Kind of Fool"

It takes a fool to lose twice and start all over again…

Teddy P. never lied!


The heart seems to work independently of the mind far more than it should. We repeatedly tell ourselves, “This time things are gonna be different” or to borrow from Teddy, “This time I’m gonna win”. Next thing you know, you’re losing again, and cursing the day you were foolish enough to believe otherwise. All the coverage about relationships in the past few months seems to have skipped over the disenfranchised, that segment of the population that has repeatedly been knocked back in their attempts at love. Those folks that have simply said enough is enough and decided to opt out of the relationship game altogether. Those that have tried to hold on, but their faith is gone and to them, love is just another sad song.

I’ve been on the periphery of that group for the last few years, not totally ready to throw in the towel, but not eager to jump into a relationship either. I guess I’ll compare it to the double-dutch jumpers of yesteryear waiting for the right time to jump in, steady bobbing and hedging, waiting until I can match the rhythm of the rope. Funny thing about rhythm, sometimes the tempo changes and you’re left off-beat, wondering what happened.

Relationships are no different; you have to be prepared for the changes in tempo, prepared to deal with the highs and strong enough to handle the lows. Everyone loves the highs, it feels good when your heart synthesizes with another, to smile, to laugh and to see them do the same. The lows are what many of us fear, that feeling of feeling like you just can’t get on the same page, like your heart is beating to the rhythm of a Stevie Wonder song and theirs has all the rhythm of a hard rock jam session. The smiles are gone, the laughs are far and few between and you’re asking yourself, “What kind of new fool am I?”

I know folks that continue to swing and miss at relationships, consistently putting their hearts in harm’s way, because they have that need to be loved or to be in love. I know folks who bend, fold, stretch and contort themselves to fit into situations that just don’t fit, because they’re chasing that yearning to be loved. When their heart is shattered into a million little pieces, they quickly pick up the pieces and are on to the next relationship within a matter of months, weeks in some cases. I’ve never had that skill, it takes a while for me to get through heartache, I guess because of the rarity of extending myself in such ways.

There’s no yoga class needed when I meet a woman that I’m interested in, but there are usually pieces of Teef to be swept up and reinserted into my weakening heart, because perfect timing in my case is bad timing! So I’ve sworn off love a dozen times, said it just wasn’t for me, I’ve worn the bumps and the bruises of a two-time loser. Then, something takes control of me, because I lose all of my thoughts and sense of time, and then have a change of mind, hoping against hope that this time is the right time, finally my time. Maybe that time will come, I’m not trying to force it, not trying to resist either, just prepare myself for its ups and downs. In the interim, I’ll keep working on me, watching and counseling the fools for love and occasionally turn into some new kind of fool.



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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive "Two if by Sea"

This is my communiqué to the blushing bride-to-be…



Dear Ms. Lady-Girl,

First, I’d like to congratulate you on your recent engagement and wish you luck with your marriage. I am pleased that you have found someone with whom you’re willing to spend the rest of forever and desire that you guys make it that long. However, there are a few things that I wanted to share with you that you wouldn’t allow me to say when we spoke.

When I saw the pictures of your fiancé proposing to you on Facebook I was genuinely excited for you and loved the expressions on your face as the pictures provided a replay of his asking of your hand in marriage. When you decided to e-mail me the entire assortment of pictures from that evening, I was still cool, because I figured you just wanted to share. Then you called to share the news with me and though I thought that was a bit much, I understood that you’re extremely happy at this time and you just wanted folks to share in your joy.

But the contents of that call left a sour taste in my tummy and really changed my opinion about you. Once the small talk subsided, you dove right in and your exuberance was apparent, also were the intentions of your call. You didn’t call to share; you called to gloat, which I found to be funny and disturbing. The call you made should’ve been reserved for those bitter chicks you associate with or someone who actually gives a @#$%, not the one they refer to as Teef. Even when you said that you had found your happiness and I was still on my way to being a lonely old man I let you get your rocks off, because I’m a nice guy like that.

No more Mr. Nice Guy…

The truth is, the three weeks we were kicking it were cool and in fact, I had a good time reconnecting with you and getting to know you better. But like I told you in our third conversation, we were two ships sailing in opposite directions, you were looking to fall in love and marry, I was reconfiguring the concept of a relationship and emotionally unavailable at the time to provide whatever it was you were looking for. But, we enjoyed each other’s company and spent a significant amount of time together. I admit we fell victim to horny once or twice; vodka, circumstance and opportunity tends to make that happen occasionally, but even when I said we’d gone too far, you kept pushing for me to make you the lady in my life. I actually considered it during timeout of a Lakers game, but then Kobe hit a jump shot and the fleeting thought became “what was I thinking about again”?

The reality of the matter was and maybe is I could never be the man for you, because the man you need in your life needs prescription writing capabilities, because I believe you’re mentally unstable. During those three weeks, I started to notice erratic behavior and observe your actions to be beyond eccentric and bordering on psychosis. So I decided to step off before your still waters got too deep and wished you nothing but the best and hoped that in your journey you would discover what was happening in your head and seek the answers that would help you.

Our ships had set sail and my compass navigated me towards self-actualization, while yours led you into the arms of a man that has decided to love you for who you are forever and a day. I applaud the two of you, but calling me a year after we shared 19 days to put your engagement ring in my face, is not cool and pretty much confirms my thoughts of the delusional waters you tend to cruise in from time to time. To answer your supposition, yes I’m still alone, but far from lonely. So, the next time you decide you have something you would like to say to me, put a message in a bottle baby…

Peace out,

Al-Lateef



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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive "Sorry, You're Not My Kind of Girl"

…But you’re the kind of girl that a man would be proud to call his own, just not me.

Notifying women of an impending lifestyle change can be a dicey situation at times. On one hand you’re telling a woman, I’m going to change the pace of my life a little and see what happens. On the other hand you’re telling her on the other side of this, it’s a wrap for you and me. If you know women like I know women, she doesn’t believe that, because she is the perfect one for you, at least in her mind she is. However, it never crossed her mind that if she was, the two of you would be doing more than just kicking it.

When I started to inform the women in my little black book (cell phone) what was going on with me and where I intended to be upon its completion, the responses varied from “Yeah, whatever!” to “So, what about me and you?”. The first response I gave little thought, because even I was a bit skeptical with my track record, but I was concerned about the women that actually believed they were ideal to progress from situation to relationship with me. In my world, a bite to eat, some drinks, a movie or two, a concert and sex here & there didn’t constitute that we were working towards something; it simply meant that in those moments it was you and I, not us.

I understand to the naked eye those may be the makings of a relationship, but you notice a few key ingredients were missing, conversation, quality time, getting to know one another, just overall being friends. I’m not quite sure of the dynamics in your relationship, but it takes a lot from being the woman I kick it with every third Saturday to meeting my mom, but that’s what some women tend to make themselves believe is possible on occasion.

I’ve always operated under the impression that there’s an understanding of what’s going down among consenting adults, even after I’ve plainly stated before anything transacted between us, not to anticipate anything real growing from this. Comprehend that’s just where I was at the time and where I am now wants something more, just not with you, but I guess you know me better than I know myself, because you’re telling me you’re perfect for me.

There’s an element of substance in the women that I seek relationships with, something about her that makes me talk like a church lady, but listen like your pastor. We’re able to delve into a wide-array of topics and have spirited debates when we disagree, then laugh about it and start another one. There’s a quality of who she is that appeals to the best of me, so she commands and receives my undivided attention. When I’m having fun, I don’t care if you pop gum and watch BET, we only have to tolerate one another for short bursts of time.

I’m not concerned with her cursing the kid out at the concession stand because there’s not enough butter on her popcorn or her not having an answer when I ask what type of woman does she aim to be? She’s also consistent with what she wants from life, her career and me, but doesn’t have to break dates because she needs a sitter (we’ll talk about that at another time) and she’s extremely comfortable being who she is at all times and doesn’t bite her tongue when it comes to telling me about myself. So, if that doesn’t sound like you, sorry, you’re not my kind of woman.



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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive "Time is on My Side"

Calendars are for careful people, not passionate ones.
Chuck Sigars
I’ve been in the right place at the wrong time a time or two too many, leading me to believe that when the next time comes it will be just like the last time, and never quite my time. It’s funny how we can live life according to our own rules and never expect to experience the consequences when we’ve decided to play fair, like everything is going to be all to the good because I decided this is what I want. Funny. Yet no one’s laughing when you’re thinking about what could’ve been, or could be, but isn’t, and you’ve extended your heart and your hand only to have them turned away due to “bad timing”.

I once spent a week with someone that for those seven days made me feel like I defined the word forever. However, she had already decided she would spend the next part of her life at sea and at that time I was too selfish to understand that she had dreams of her own way before she had thoughts of me, so her summer of letters went unanswered, but I still wondered what if? A few years later a friend introduced me to a beautiful woman that for ten years I’ve never been able to get on the same page with, I’m starting to wonder if we’re even reading from the same book, because we’ve played a game of tag through numerous failed relationships and we keep ending up in what seems like that small room where she first said hello. I’ve even fallen in love once (read “A Dream Then…”), maybe twice (coming soon), but the alarm clock known as reality doesn’t allow me to dream long and I’m left with nothing but smiles, memories and questions to show for any of it.

There are times when I think the peanut gallery is correct, that the hourglass on my life will have no company on the shelf, and I’ll never really know love. Those moments come and go, because I decided a long time ago that I was ok with that, but every so often a woman walks into my life and stops time…or at least it feels like it. I suppose I truly live in seasons, because it seems as if I’m four lifetimes away from love. I’ve been waiting for moments that feel like fate, when I should’ve kept a lookout for karma, because of all the minutes I’ve stolen from women on the countdown to true love.

So I take my licks like a grown man, then say I’ll never open my heart to another woman and the next thing you know I’m sitting at my desk listening to Lyfe Jennings ask if he’ll ever fall in love over and over again until it’s 20 minute past quitting time. Then I remind myself that I’ve been here before, didn’t like it then, don’t like it now, but I’d like to be here again. I’m not quite sure when that will be, I’m not in a rush either, I’ll keep working on me in the interim. But when hour strikes, I’ll know, even though I’ve stopped wearing watches and unplugged all of the clocks in my place, because I’ve learned to tell time by the Sunshine.



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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive "The Ex-Files"

I had a habit of messing up/Staying out late and getting drunk/I let you down a thousand times, broken promises…


Anthony Hamilton “Her Heart”
Anytime you wish to move forward, you have to take a look back to recognize any obstacles that may hinder your progress. In my case, looking back means considering my past relationships, identifying where they (I) went wrong and working towards correcting those issues. They say the truth hurts and that may be accurate, but it’s also necessary, if you’re seeking any sort of happiness and fulfillment in your relationships. I’ve found my truth to be useful, if not liberating. I am a horrible boyfriend or at least I have been in previous relationships, I didn’t always get the emotional aspect of them.

It’s just emotion…

I’ve misrepresented that fact to myself for quite sometime because I felt like I met the most basic needs of the women in my life and that was enough. Boy was I wrong! I’ve been so emotionally detached that I didn’t realize I wasn’t giving them what they wanted most, me. Sure, I was given them me in the most elementary definition of the word, but I wasn’t available emotionally to confide in them and thus they began to feel like outsiders in their own relationships. My girlfriends would pour their hearts out to me, share their greatest fears and biggest joys, but I would keep the simplest of emotions to myself.

Me, Myself & I…

Selfishness is my worst trait and my refusal to compromise has sabotaged my most recent relationships. There are two ways to do things in my eyes, my way and the wrong way, turns out my way is usually the wrong way. My inability to give in, bend just a little bit, has been a major hurdle in my two long-term relationships. I’m a stubborn kind of fellow that wears displeasure like a new Polo shirt, so I’m used to getting my way, but not giving in. Compromise is defined as settlement of differences by mutual concessions, concede, why would I do that? I know now that’s how relationships grow, that’s how people learn to trust you.

Trust…

Without going into detail, I’ll say that keeping the trust of the women who’ve loved me hasn’t been a strong suit of mine and regaining that trust wasn’t always my prime objective. I’ve developed bad habits over the years as a bachelor and have carried them into relationships. When you mix those habits with my selfishness and being emotionally unavailable and not being fully in love with my partner, I was always on the countdown to a breakup.

That love thing…

I’ve been “in love” a few days in my life, but many of those days haven’t been consecutive on anyone’s calendar , so in between I am the guy fed-up women write books about. I’ll spend too much time drinking with the boys at the bar, too much time watching television or too much time unaccounted for (draw your own conclusion), but not enough time showing how much I love my lady. I’ve taken women for granted to the point where their tears were forced to be reminders of why we were together in the first place, but I wasn’t ready to wipe away those tears with change.

Change: Yes we can…

That was me then, I’m fighting for growth and trying to lay that guy to rest, but only time will tell. To all the girls I’ve loved before (to all the girls I’ve cheated on before), I loved you, really loved you, but I wasn’t able to love you the way you needed then and left you waiting to exhale. Hopefully you’re breathing easier in your current relationships and you’re not dealing with the nonsense I put you through. I’m a work in progress, learning to love myself differently, to love others better. But that’s another story, for another time…





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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive "She's Got Kids"

I know a lot of women gonna hate it

but, somebody’s gotta say it
And so I nominated myself to deliver the news
that its hard for a man to choose a lady
that already got a baby

Lyfe Jennings “She Got Kids”
There are plenty of men out there that will date and marry women with children, but I am not one of them. My step-father married my mother when I was 13 and raised me through my teen years like I was his own (and I love him for that), however, that ain’t in me. I’ve managed to cross 30 without children, spending significant time in jail or losing any of my teeth, the least I should want is a woman that matches that criteria. I know what I just wrote isn’t going to gain me any brownie points, but it’s honest and that’s all I can be within the parameters of these paragraphs.

Over the years I’ve gotten involved with more than my fair share of single mothers, but more than my fair share of those situations have ended with me speaking inaudibly over the protests or even worse the tears of a woman that wasn’t listening to what I said three months prior when I told her that we could never be too serious because she had a child. Trust me, I meant what I said when you wasn’t listening, and no matter how great a time you think we had, it wasn’t that good. And you know what, I’ll take the blame for that, because I should’ve stepped off when I found out you had a little one (or damn near grown one) at home.

But time after time here I am again and again having this same conversation, twice. I take the blame for not totally committing to what I say and giving these women the smallest part of me, even though I’ve learned they’ll see something so much bigger. And they’re all looking for what I was out here perpetrating, a guy worth risking it all for, introducing your son or daughter, but at times not really worth giving your real name to. Yeah I was good for a few laughs and a couple months of good whatever, but I told you during that first conversation that I wasn’t sure if I wanted children and I could never see myself with a woman that had kids previously.

My desire to have children of my own is as uncertain as the weather we face upon opening our eyes each morning, so to get myself involved in a relationship with a woman that has one or two already is placing myself in a situation that I really didn’t want to, but have repeatedly. I never want to be face-to-face with the situation of having a child with a woman that has a child and be expected to love her child and mine equally. It is asinine to believe that I would love something that is of me the same as a child that I pretty much signed up for. It is unfair to put that type of expectation on any man and at this point, I’m not ashamed to say I’m not man enough to take on that task.

Many of you have laid down and had babies by a guy that really isn’t handling his business as a father, yet doesn’t want you to find happiness of your own, because “he don’t want another man around his kids”. I really don’t have the space in my life for that type of drama and frankly, I’m not a fighter, so I just avoid the situation altogether.

I’m hardly ever right in situations regarding women, so I’m confident I was wrong with you, you, you, you, you, and you for thinking that words at the beginning would correspond with actions before the end. So, here I am watching Nightline, reading the blogs, trying to figure out just where I fit into this conundrum of single Black women with a million restrictions and the qualifications of a fool. Because I’d rather be alone than to raise the child of another man…

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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive "Through the Looking Glass"

I must admit, I’ve never watched “The Bachelor” on ABC, but I know what they trot out on a weekly basis bares no resemblance to my life at all. There’s no mansion with 15-20 women vying for my hand, no jet setting to fancy locales for a rendezvous and no roses being handed out at the end of the night to symbolize that I want to see a woman again. That’s not the life of this bachelor or any of the other bachelors I know.

The unscripted story of a real-life bachelor may be quite boring to tell the truth. Sure, they’ll be a date here and there, a few late-night visits, but mostly the cameras will catch footage of a guy going to work, going to have a few drinks, coming home to channel surf and idle time which leads to introspection.

That’s the glamorous life of a single guy. Of course there’s more to it, we’ll get to that eventually, but before the fun starts, the question comes: Do I want to do this for the rest of my life? The answer varies depending on the night before. If dinner and movie led to some things I can’t mention here, the answer is yes. But if dinner was preceded and followed reruns of “House” until I fell asleep, the answer is becoming a resounding “no.”

Being single allows you ample opportunity for contemplation and you find yourself looking deeper and deeper at yourself over the most non-consequential things. Two weeks ago, my rumination began after realizing I cooked too much rice for dinner. Do you know how much money is wasted on dinner for one? That was the first question, followed by, do you know how much it costs to buy food for two people? Of course I do, I did it for two years and what happened, I blew that and ended up cooking dinner for one every night.

I find it funny that I never considered spending my life with someone until I turned 30 and noticed that most of the people around me were married, engaged or on their way to be one or the other. Still, I was convinced that I was destined to get my Larry Blackmon on forever, you know, live the single life. 30 became 31 and I was still cool, but then something started to happen. It seemed like every woman I became involved with was on the fast track to marriage and I began to actually think that destined looked more like doomed. But I kept the lie the lie alive until the holiday season came and I found myself alone. Scratch that, I was lonely! My family has scattered across the country in the last few years, so the big family holiday didn’t happen and my ex was not around (a sign that she has moved on), so I was alone eating Chinese with the ladies in my life, my cats!

My next look in the mirror was the most painful of them all, because it was on this peek that I began to deconstruct me. I’ve always been aware of my imperfections, but somehow I rounded them into the perfect me, at least that’s what I thought. In the last few months I’ve unearthed truths about myself that I forgot I buried and as I continue to break down the walls I’ve hid behind all of these years, I’m learning more about myself and learning how to be a better me. I’ve been amazed at how peaceful and happy I’ve become since my soul searching began, so I can only be optimistic about the results to come.

So, for the most part I’m no longer “on to the next one” (a work in progress), I’m out to find one I can love and grow with. I’ve come to understand that I have to be rebuilt from the ground up and that means confronting the ugliest parts of me and moving on from there. I know it’s going to be a journey and I still have a distance to go, but I’m worth the trek, so I’m opening up my archive…



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The 2010 Year in Review: The Bachelor's Archive

I admit it, I’m a little crazy. Just a touch. How else can you explain taking to the internet to purge myself and my heart of the pain associated with them through my adult years? That’s exactly what I did earlier this year when Lee Bailey and his staff over at Eurweb.com gave me the space to clear my head with “The Bachelor’s Archive”.
For 10 weeks, I searched through feelings I’ve never exposed, feelings I forgot existed and came out with some of my most honest work to date. The results weren’t always fun and certainly told truths about more than me, but it was something I had to do…
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The 2010 Year in Review: The Dating Game


Dating was that simple when we were younger! I wish someone would've taken preemptive measures and told me that it was much more difficult when you're older. What seemed an exact science as a 9-year-old fourth grader, is as foreign as astrophysics to a 31-year-old bachelor with a taking to liberal arts, it's just not that easy. Back then, all that mattered was if the girl was cute and didn’t stink; now I’m worried if her family has a history of mental illness, wondering if her credit score is B.C. and taking the blame of previous cats (Musiq Soulchild ain't never lied!).


I’m starting to wonder if mutual attraction even plays a part these days, it all seems like life-changing decisions are being made before we’re introduced. She’s too skinny, he’s too short. She’s too independent, he lives with his mama. She doesn’t cook, he doesn’t make enough money. She has a kid, he has too many kids. She’s bitter and he doesn’t want to be a playa no more. Damn, I just want to know your name, maybe follow you on Twitter and get to know you over drinks and popcorn shrimp if that’s not too much to ask?

But we’re playing for keeps nowadays. It seems that a good man or a good woman that fits our criteria is far and few between, so you have to lock in at "hello". Even first dates aren’t the same anymore. Whatever happened to dinner and a movie or dinner and dancing? Women want to talk, yeah, women want to talk. How much talking can we do on the first date? I don’t need to know your views on politicsabortionthedeathpenaltyreligionhealthcarereformimmigrationandMichaelJackson before they bring out the cheddar bay biscuits. That’s politics, abortion, the death penalty, religion, health care reform, immigration and Michael Jackson.

Yet, that’s the pressure of the first date now, I have to choose our wedding song by the time we figure out who’s paying the bill. But here I was thinking I was going to get to know you a taste, laugh a little and maybe get a kiss at the end of the night, not go on an interview.

Let me back up a bit, what exactly goes for a good first date these days? I asked that question on my survey last month and saw quite a few interesting responses. It really seems that women really want to talk and keep activity to a minimum. The most intriguing of the answers was the suggestion of breakfast or brunch. I actually dig that answer because meeting up at that time of day relieves a lot of the first date angst. You know, how do I look, I hope I don’t say anything stupid, should I invite him back to my place, am I gonna get some? Plus, it leaves room enough in the day to see just how spontaneous the two of you can be if you hit it off and decide to spend some extra time together. Or, if you’re just not the match you thought at that first meeting, plenty of time to break out and get on with the rest of your life.

Dating should be pressure-free, because the two of you should be comfortable around each other and not worrying about whether or not you’re going to have to submit a DNA sample so your criminal record can be ran. The objective is to get to a relationship, which may happen after two or three dates or even six months, but the initial hurdles shouldn’t be so high that you just say F it! With that said, I need a date to see my man Lenny Lawson Saturday night…

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The 2010 Year in Review: If You're Cool, Then I'm Cool and We're Cool

The days preceding Valentine's Day are confusing to a certain group of people; those are the people that are just "kicking it". You know those people that have mutually agreed that a relationship is not what they're looking for at the moment, but proceed to do relationship-like things. It's all good until holidays roll around, birthdays are on the horizon or that damned Valentine's Day reappears. During those moments, you're stuck, because what you do or don't do just may define where your situation is headed.


If you're anything like me, you're sticking to your code, you don't buy gifts! It's simple, it's honest and even if it isn't true, it should be understood. I don't care if it's Christmas, Martin Luther King Day, your Bat Mitzvah, I don't buy gifts, period, end of story. Ahhh, but most of you sucker for loves aren't cut from the same cloth as me and you're braving a blizzard right now to get to every kiss begins with Kays to buy a little something that shines for someone that may really only be your bust-it baby!

Take a step back and reevaluate the situation playa. Is she seeing someone else? Are you? Do you really like her? Is she married? Do you often question why the two of you are still dealing with one another? Are there times when you can't stand her guts? Every situation does not call for you to touch the safe, send her a text Sunday and keep it moving son!



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The 2010 Year in Review: Privates Investigator

Oh, she's gonna kill me for this!


Fellas be careful! A friend of mine called me after a date last night to tell me how it went and ask for some advice. This is not at all uncommon, for some reason, people seem to ask my advice on dating like I'm so successful at it, but I digress. What was uncommon is the story that followed. She's been seeing a guy for a little over a month and after dinner, they decided to go back to his place. Immediately after escorting her in, he had to go to the bathroom, leaving her in his living room to check out the photos, peep the feng shui and go through his DVD collection.

They started watching a movie, sipped some wine and then she excused herself to the bathroom. After handling her business, something in her head told her to open his medicine cabinet and following her Nancy Drew vibe she did. There were the requisite cold meds, heartburn relief, an asthma inhaler, dental floss and some other non-consequential stuff, because her eyes were drawn immediately to the three prescription pill bottles on the third shelf.

By now I was shocked that she followed her impulse and opened the cabinet, but what she did next totally amazed me, she Googled the prescriptions! Turns out dude had prescriptions for ADHD, nausea and erectile dysfunction. That means he has a hard time focusing, keeping things down and getting things up. By now, I'm completely dumbfounded and silent, but I was able to muster the question, "What did you do next?" Naturally she assumed he had gone into the bathroom to take a Viagra, so she told him it was getting late, she had to work in the morning and bounced on homeboy!

I was looking at the phone, shaking my head and asked what if his stomach was acting up from dinner or he had to make sure he was able to be still with you in his place? None of that mattered, she had made up her mind. We already know women believe they are super snoopers, but she definitely went too far. A man's place is his castle and by violating the sanctity of that castle, you have abused the trust he's placed in you, all because you're nosey as hell! You don't want a cat going into that little purple box you keep in your nightstand or counting how many EPT's you keep in your medicine cabinet, so don't invade a brother's privacy.

As I brushed my teeth this morning, I opened my medicine cabinet to see what women find when they go through it, because I know they do. She did it, so that means that you all do it! There's a ton of cold meds, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss sticks and then a couple of prescription bottles; vicodin, my sleeping pills and one of the scripts he had…for nausea!
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The 2010 Year in Review: Know When to Hold 'Em, Know When to Fold 'Em

Kenny Rogers never lied!


I have a theory that I'd like to share with you this morning, I like to call it "Teef's Stupid Theory of Letting Go". The basic premise is, no matter how bad things are we find it nearly impossible to let go until embarrassment overruns pride and stupidity. Sorry to let you know, but the moment you begin complaining to your girlfriends about how shiftless your man is, that's the moment you've started breaking up. And fellas, the minute you open your mouth about your relationship, you're pretty much ready to cheat. Talking freely about relationships is just not something we do well.

But we hold on, we fight, we lie to ourselves, we compromise, and we work at it, all in the name of love…and stupidity. I know being alone is a bitch, but being in a bad relationship is hell, I should know, I've put quite a few women through that hell. Have you ever seen a couple broken up in everything but attachment, that's sad isn't it? Everyone around hears all of the complaining from both parties and then they show up at a party with a jive ass façade, playing like they're Jessie and Angie. Neither one of them wants to be the first to say goodbye.

Women are strong, too strong in fact, you guys are willing to put up with much more than you ever should. You call your closest girlfriend and tell her how tired you are of his trifling ass. You complain about him not having a job, lacking ambition, you having to pick up the check, suspect that he's seeing someone else, but you prefaced all of that with, "I love him, but…" I really don't see the room for 'buts', when it comes to relationships, that sounds like settling to me. If these issues are being verbalized, you really just left your man, emotionally; publicly it's a different story. That will come after you find out that your girls are calling you stupid for staying with this loser.

Melanie Fiona in her schizophrenic anthem "It Kills Me" sings, "Should I grab his cell, call this chick up, start some sh*t, then hang up." What good does that do? You've apparently found proof that he's sought something outside of you and you're debating. How about you pack your stuff, call your mama and cry, and then call your cousins to jump him? It gets worse, she goes on to sing, "Or should I be a lady, because I wanna have his babies" WTF? You still wanna have babies by the man you know has street booty? That's where the stupidity takes charge, because she doesn't want to be alone. Is being alone so bad that you're will to extend your limits to avoid it? Here's a little secret ladies, we're only going to do what you allows us to do. If the line you drew in the sand is crossed once and you've allowed it, it'll be crossed again. Next thing you know, we're on TV in a blue blazer claiming to be Buddhist.

Fellas, don't believe this theory to be gender specific, our cases are more common than you can imagine. Our drive is not really fear of being alone as much as our egos. We're all the Alpha Male until She breaks you down. Next thing you know, you've lost all of your cool and you're telling your boys, "Many times I feel like leaving, but as crazy as she is, I want her to have my kids" like Jimmy Cozier sang in his only hit "She's All I Got". We find ourselves looking through the DSM-IV to diagnose this woman, because we love her beyond her perceived mental illness and want to go half on a baby with her. All the while, your boys are looking at you like you sit down to pee.

Men don't know how to really break things off, so we wait for a woman to get fed up and walk away from the relationship. Whether we think we're protecting you or leaving the door open for a booty call, it is not our thing to step off. The problem is, women view the world through the eyes of their friends in many cases and have a bird's eye view of the bleak dating scene and can take a whole lot more than they should. Next thing you know, wedding invitations are in the mail for the unhappiest couple you ever known, a babies on the way, and then they'll break up.

So, she'll be telling her girls and Facebook how much of a deadbeat dad he is, while he's at the strip club telling his boys that he should've never gotten her pregnant! Damn shame! There's no science to any of this, it's just the way life plays out from time to time to time, but someone is reading this thinking that I'm talking about her. The truth is, I probably am and your girlfriend and the guy three cubicles down and even myself a taste. Don't take it personally, that's life.

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The 2010 Year in Review: Your Mama and My Mama Want Some Grandbabies

Uhhh no! This is a conversation that I really don’t like to have, but I understand that at my age (31), the women I interact with are really at the point when they are ready to stop pressing snooze on their biological clocks and have some babies. That’s all well and good if you’re married; you and husband are secure and ready to get to work. However, it’s a big problem if we’re having this conversation before you even learn how to pronounce my name. For the record, it’s Al-Lateef (L-La-Teef). Now that we’ve gotten that straightened out, I’m not interested in having kids…at least not today. Understand that my desire to have children is attached to the same yearning I have for a woman to spend the rest of my life with, no big deal, but if it happens, that’s gravy.


The most common argument when the topic comes up is that I’m getting old. Didn’t Lou Rawls father a child at like 68? My boys will swim like Michael Phelps, barring illness, as long as my heart pumps. On the other hand, I know you feel like you have an expiration date on your forehead, but slow down baby. Life isn’t going anywhere, take your time and get to know a brother before you lay down with him. You really gotta be careful; too many women are getting out of bed with baby in arms…alone. It is really my hope to be a father and a parent, not some bitter chick’s baby father or even worse, That Nigga!

Maybe that’s the last ounce of tradition left in my soul, but having a child is a step that I would have to take a long, hard look at myself before taking. I see the results of bad decisions (not the babies) all too often and it’s just not something I choose to take lightly. I am the product of a single-mother, so I know the struggle you moms go through, I’m just not willing to be part of the equation.

The newest argument is, “I know your mother wants to be a grandmother.” Stop right there, my mom hasn’t even touched 50 yet, I don’t think she’s ready to be a grandmother yet. Aside from that, she’s very supportive and whatever I decide to do with my life, she’s gonna support and will never pressure me to do anything that I feel I’m not ready for. Give me some time, 40 isn’t that far away ;)

Sorry, you can cross me off your list, but I don’t think Gary Coleman has babies yet…

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The 2010 Year in Review: Treat Her Like a Lady

Now I like opening doors/Picking up her hanky off the floor…Treat her like a lady

Light her cigarette if she smokes (I don’t really dig ‘em if they smoke)/Even help her with her coat…Treat her like a lady
Complement her on her hair/Even help her with her chair…Treat her like a lady

Now I’m the kind of guy that don’t believe that chivalry is dead, when deserved. Understand I’m a lady’s man, not to be confused with a ladies man, I love when a woman is a lady. Don’t twist my words and think that I don’t love independent, self-assured women, I’m far from the type of dude that wants a meek woman in his life, but there’s something about a demure, sophisticated woman that I find enticing. I have no issue with aggressive, assertive women, because let’s be honest, it’s a tough world out there. Just show me that you can soften up that Lady of Rage pose every now and again.

However, if you find yourself cussing out a gas attendant or security/police are usually called in to escort you from the premises of some establishment, chances are I have no use for you. Hey, I often say the seven words that you can’t say on television, but I cringe when I hear a woman drop the F bomb. Now, there’s a time and place for some language, but there are certain phrases that I should never hear from a woman. Because my mama’s reading this I won’t go into detail on those, but use you imagination.

For my ladies that like a taste or two, sloppy drunk just ain’t cool. Bottom line, it’s ok to get your sip on, but falling asleep at the bar or being carried out is just unladylike. Seriously, you think it’s a good look to start slurring your words, talking about all the men that did you wrong and damn near pee on yourself…twice? Fellas, isn’t it cute when you see a woman drinking one of those fruity drinks, slowly? You know, it’s pink, looks like cotton candy. Then, you look down the bar and you see a chick doing double shots of Hennessey with no chaser, don’t you wanna throw up in your mouth just a little? Smoking is whole other story, just a disgusting habit and really takes a toll on your teeth, your breath and..yuk!

I went to open the door for a woman at the bank the other day and you would’ve thought I touched her butt the way she looked at me. She turned up her nose, looked me up and down and grabbed the door for herself. I thought to myself damn, is it that cold out here? Did she just connect me with some of the no-good men to dance through her life and immediately go into survival mode? Damn babygirl, I was just trying to be a gentleman, I could’ve walked though the door and let it close in the face of you and your kids, but my mama and them taught me better.

Ladies, sometimes you just have to be a lady and let a man be a man. I’m far from a punk, but I ain’t screaming “Thug Life” either, I just have a little sense and a preference for someone that doesn’t need charm school and knows not to go outside with a bonnet on her head. I’m gonna open the door for you, pull out your chair, help you put your coat on, pay the bill (most of the time), walk you to the car, walk you to your door, do all of the things you expect a man to do. That’s the least you can expect. I just want to encounter a woman that chews with her mouth closed, doesn’t burp loudly or isn’t obvious when her drawls are riding up on her.

Whatever happened to the dainty female? Are they extinct? Didn’t you play with dolls when you were younger? I swear this next generation of females is harder than the males. Dudes are wearing skinny jeans and women are telling guys to man up! I don’t care how cute you thought that fist-bump Barack and Michelle Obama had on stage was, I don’t want to dap my woman up, we aren’t on a bowling team together. I want to hug her, caress her back gently, kiss her on the nose; I’ll save the pounds for my homies…Happy Birthday B!!!
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The 2010 Year in Review: For the Lover in You & You & You & You

This year more than others it seemed like the words love, relationships, single, engaged, married, divorced, were all over the place. From Nightline to the bookshelf, these pages to Happy Houtr, everyone was talking about being with someone or in many cases, not being with someone.
I fell victim to the hype and spent much of the year discussing relationships from the perspective I know…a man’s perspective! No, not that I need to sell books or get ratings perspective, I gave you my unfiltered, no-holds barred truth and judging by some of the replies…most of you still can’t handle the truth!

I was looking for some of the same answers, but as always, things are always unconventional with me. So, I created a survey to assess the true wants and needs of a woman, created "The Bachelor's Archive" on Eurweb.com, and wrote post after post about what everyone else was talking about, just not what they were talking about.

So, for the happy bachelorette, the unhappily married, the loneley, the depressed, the searching, those who gave up and those asking "Will I ever fall in love?", these are for you...
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Thursday, December 30, 2010

Bridging the Gap: New Year's Eve with Kindred the Family Soul

I’ve never been one to go out on New Year’s Eve, but I think I may have found a reason this year, Kindred the Family Soul has put together an event that’s getting me in my dancing shoes and off the couch. Tomorrow night from 10pm until 4am at the beautiful Gallerie Isada (3320 Collins Street, Philadelphia) they are Bridging the Gap with special invited guests representing three decades of music.

Be careful, there’s an open bar and good music, which is usually a combination to hook up with someone you’ll never want to see again! Hope to see you there…after church of course! Check out the flyer below for ticket and other information, plus the video trailer…

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The 2010 Year in Review: If My Hand's in the Cookie Jar Know One Thing, I'ma Take a Cookie Not Leave My Ring

Apparently this isn’t a credo that Charlie Rangel lives by. If so, the Harlem Representative would not have been found guilty of 11 charges earlier this week by an ethics committee convened to investigate the multiple charges that Rangel violated House ethics.


What exactly did the 80-year-old Rangel do? If you ask me, he did nothing that dozens of other Congressman and Senators have been doing for years, he just happened to get caught and be the head of the powerful Ways & Means Committee at the time. Specifically, he is said to have dealt in some shady business practices that include soliciting millions of dollars from corporate officials for the Charles B. Rangel Center for Public Service at the City University of New York, failing to disclose hundreds of thousands of dollars on disclosure forms, using a rent stabilized apartment for his campaign and not paying taxes on a vacation villa in the Dominican Republic.

Uhhh, yeah, he’s dirty.

No dirtier than the guy that represents your district or even the panel that passed judgment on him, I’ll bet a dollar to a dime that not a stone would’ve been tossed first in his direction. It’s politics as usual to use your influence for personal gain, but Mr. Rangel forgot he wasn’t playing with the same cards and when the deck was cut, he was stuck with a Joker.

Although he’s spent the last 40 years of his life on Capitol Hill, the previous 40 were spent around Sugar Hill and as much as we’ve liked to think we’ve progressed, that still matters for something. The Good Ol’ Boy network gives honorary memberships, but reserves the right to revoke your card at any given time. Which is what they did when this mess started to kick up dust around Rangel two years ago culminating in recommending censure in a 9-1 vote Thursday.

That vote will be presented after the Thanksgiving holiday, but Rangel has fought like a G the entire time, storming out of the preceedings Monday, still maintaining his innocence and even playing the “I’m too old” card. I’m not sure how he doesn’t consider himself corrupt or that none of what he’s done is for personal gain, but I ain’t mad at cha playa, you were just doing what those around you do.

Maxine Waters is up next and you know they’ve been looking for a reason to bring this sister down since she went in search of the origins of the crack supply for “Freeway” Ricky Ross – not the rapper, the cocaine trafficker and the connections to the Contras, Ollie North, Ronald Regan and the rest of the gang. We got your back, but it looks like Negro Season has opened in D.C.

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The 2010 Year in Review: Oooh, the Rev Ain't Right!

I got a few messages yesterday in reference to the sexual coercion charges filed in three separate lawsuits against Bishop Eddie Long; charges that he used his position at the head of his mega-church to engage in sexual relationships with three members of his flock. As usual, the internet went nuts went the allegations dropped and Twitter was filled with trending topics regarding the good Bishop. News travels fast these days and scandal seems to move at the speed of light, so speculation, innuendo and gossip flooded conversations from the water cooler to text messages yesterday.


At the heart of the lawsuits are accusations that Bishop Long lavished the three young men with gifts, getaways and green, before using scriptures from the Bible to explain away homosexual acts that followed. True it’s shady, but if a guy gives you expensive gifts, drops a few twenties on you and takes you away to where the water is so blue, it usually means that he’s trying to GTD (get the drawls), so what’s really going on here? Is it blackmail or the case of three Black males realizing they weren’t as special as they thought themselves to be?

For those of you unfamiliar with Bishop Eddie Long, he is the head of New Birth Missionary Baptist Church in Georgia, home to 20,000 members. Still don’t know him? He provides spiritual counsel to the likes of Diddy and Usher? Still don’t ring a bell? He’s crusaded against homosexuality and the basis of much of his ministry is masculinity and manhood under the watchful eye of God. Nothing? He’s the one that drives the Bentley and lives in a multi-million dollar home. Yes, that preacher!

If the allegations are true, he will come to further symbolize all that folks believe is wrong with the Black church. However, it could be what is really wrong with many churches. People place so much faith in the leaders of the church that they come to symbolize God in the eyes of some, instead of being a vessel for the Word, love, truth, forgiveness and other important aspects that we should learn when seated next to a big hat. If he indeed fall from grace, no one should have a crisis of faith, because he is only a man, not a representation of heaven on earth. A filthy disgusting man that has abused the trust of his people to the tune of millions of dollars and if these claims stand, a little more than that, but who am I pass judgment? I’ve always been more of a T.D. Jakes man myself…

Get ready, get ready, get ready!
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The 2010 Year in Review: Your Not-So Friendly Reminder

Earlier in the week it came in the form of a tasteless prank at a New Jersey Walmart, but for Rep. John Lewis, D-Ga and Rep. Andre Carson, D-Ind hate manifested itself outside of the Capitol as angry protestors called them the dreaded “N-word” and one demonstrator reportedly went as far to spit on Rep. Emanuel Cleaver, D-Mo. All of this has given true meaning to “March Madness” and pulled back a few layers of the cover-up known as Post-Racial America in the age of Obama.


Who knew health care reform was about race? I thought it was about ensuring that Americans and others within the borders were entitled to proper health care to push our country forward in a direction to reflect the vision of the forefathers when they were kicking it writing the Declaration of Independence? I know that Big Business and the gangland-like pharmaceutical companies are stressed looking at the bottom line, but I always envisioned the division as class, the haves versus the have-nots. Damn I was kidding myself; this is a racial issue along many lines, but for those protestors to resort to that ugliness is a case of displaced anger.

Each Black Congressman or Congresswoman they saw yesterday wore the face of President Barack Obama, Public N-Word #1 in their eyes and the hate spewed from their mouths, literally and figuratively, is the culmination of frustration since November 4th, 2008. For Rep. Lewis, yesterday had to remind him of years gone by when he was on the frontlines for many of the battles during the Civil Rights Era, days I’m sure he thought he had seen the last of. Yet, here he was again thrust in the middle of the fire and the ire of an angry crowd steadfast to keep the status quo of a system shown not to be in the best interest of the inhabitants of these United States.

What amazes me is the gall some of these folks show when a microphone is shoved in their face and they’re given the opportunity to articulate why they vehemently oppose reform to our health care system. One protestor said health care reform is the first step to communism; others feared that gun control was next. Are you serious? We don’t need a universal health care plan, but lax rules about guns are cool? Is this 2010 or 1960? Next thing you know, someone is going to say it’s not right to have their children sitting in a classroom next to a Colored boy!

I’m sure Lewis and other African-American politicians know they are carrying extra weight these days in the middle of a debate that has not only divided Congress, but caused splits in their own party and been a lightning rod for discussion across the country. As we close in on another vote that can change the course of the country, it just crossed my mind, would Hilary Clinton’s health care reform plan had gotten so much resistance?
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