A Retired Jersey

You know I've pondered on writing about the dynamics of my personal relationship with a promising young lad that shall remain anonymous. It's like no other relationship I've ever encountered or even heard of. But instead of going on and on about this amazing man with an intriguing mind and fun sense of humor, I'll take the low road and speak to those who haven't found a light of fire since a Danielle Steel novel!

I have...like every woman you know, portrayed in a Lifetime movie, or featured in a women's magazine...been dogged out, played out, & taken for granted! But, unlike most women, I've never given up on love. Call me Charlotte! Yeah, I've learned vital lessons, and tucked these new experiences under my belt. But I'll be damned if I'll let those tough times turn me into a jaded & bitter soul. I refuse to sell my soul for a few heartbreaks and broken headboards, so that I can feel like the predator this time, instead of the prey.

Trust me ladies (and gentlemen, if you're out there), if there's anybody who should be the Lil' Kim anthem, it's me! I should be doing unto them, as they did unto me. But I don't have the time to allow my past to have that much control in my future. I've turned over a new leaf with life experiences, and I've slowly realized that the tougher the experience, the wiser you are when you rise above it. The sense of accomplishment after the struggle, overwhelms that pitiful feeling of defeat you once had.

Today, there's this new "arm" candy. He's scrumptuous and delicious in every sense of the word. I look forward to our conversations as well as our inter-actions! : ) He's a great guy and I don't know if I could have said that a couple of years ago about my "then" boo. Maybe. But I know, deep down, I wouldn't have meant it. Secretly, I would have worried and complained about the ill-treatment...But "then" had to happen in order for me to be here and appreciative of "our" moments.

Relationship talk, nowadays, is so taboo. If it doesn't involve dogging the opposite sex, it sounds as though you're speaking a foreign lanugage to those listening. For instance, if I had said, "I'll drink his bath water." My girls may say, "awwww." And then behind my backs, "girl he's gonna dawg the sh*t out of her. Men ain't sh*t!" LOL! It's all good though. I understand and I can even relate to wearing the hopeless romantic jersey. We've all been there and I'm just hoping, with my fingers crossed & my eyes above, that I won't be rocking the "45" no time soon.