I love having debates with single men about relationships. I love letting them set themselves up...like watching their audience ooh and aah over what they have to say like they are spouting some serious knowledge that all of us wee women need to sit back and listen to so we can be better do better.
You know...cuz single men know everything and have single women's best interest at heart.
You can miss me with that shit.
I love letting them get all that ish out there and then pounding them with some SERIOUS ish that makes them sit back and scratch their head...you know why right?
Cuz the next thing to come out their mouth will be something smug along the lines of...well that's prolly why you're single...cuz you got that bitter Black woman thing going for you.
And then? BAM! I'm happily married fool...now what? Oh...you ain't got nuttin to say now huh? I'm the type of woman you CLAIM you are looking for but now your azz knows that a woman like me peeps your game and PEEPED your game back in the day and said LATER.FOR.YOU.
You don't know shit from shinola. You keep trying to spout that ish like you have a halo over your head and now you know that folks think you're a damn joke SO YOU GOTTA GET A DUMBER AUDIENCE. Seriously. Ain't nobody WITH SOME SENSE trying to hear all of that hell. You can mess around if you want to playing those games backing away from starting a family THE RIGHT WAY and building a legacy of excellence. Your azz gonna be the old dude alone with no one to take care of you...THE RIGHT WAY.
Men...Imma need yall to start ACKIN RIGHT. All that ish about Black women having too much baggage makes me laugh. Why? Cuz trust me when I say...when yall show up at a hotel...yo azz will need a bellman with a baggage cart too.Seriously.
Own your shit and shit might get better.