Just for fun...

indulge...

Your darling Scrub :-P

That Paterson

Caveat: I made the choice to not write about politics for a while, With this mass-cult-of-personality-thing that's been going on since November, I've been staying out of the fray when it comes to politico discussions, but these two tidbits have been tickling me for days; so I gotta get it out of my system. This shit makes me chuckle everytime I think about it.

(1) Gov. Paterson denied C. Kennedy's ass. (2) Blago has the balls to call somebody else's actions "a sham." I know it's not supposed to be funny, they are very complicated matters... but the great jokes, infidelities, drugs, screwing with political dynasties, corruption on tape, and you know Paterson's gonna keep that office, and Blago has an infamous future ahead of him; what's next? Hah!

I'm not even watching today's morning shows, I might black out if these yahoos make one more sexy move.

Scrub

Art Deco Lovely- Yum

Three words: Boris Lovet Lorski

Sigh...

I met the most impossible man

One can't help for whom they fall.
I love the way he grabs my waist.
I love the way he looks upon my face.
But I hate that he yelled at, then kicked his dog.
--Me

I like him. I have friends just like him he would love and identify with. But Ex-lovers? Not so much. It has less to do with him than it has to do with me. I feel comfortable being treated a certain way. And the way does not involve courseness; he's very course. He likes attention, a lot of it. If we were just friends it'd be funny, but I don't like to present myself in such a manner, since dating someone reflects on us I'd really prefer if he'd quit it. I've gotten the feeling he's brought folk around me simply to show off. Ugh. I don't want to be the story a guy tells to his friends. He called me a "Becky" once in front of one.

"Becky"? Seriously?

I don't like shopping, or flashy clothes. I love my Hip Hop, but I take it in measured doses and not at level 11 if someone else is in the car. Especially not through residential neighborhoods late on school nights. I'm pretty confident he'd refer to me as a Bitch or a Ho to his brothers when I'm not around. Once, I heard him carry on a phone conversation with one of his million "cousins," right? Oh my God. I have no words...

Yes I do. These are grown ass men gossipping worse than a damn church quilting club.

I'm more comfortable with someone who acts like a gentleman. Not because he's with me, just because that's the way he treats people. Everybody, even the check-out girl at the bank; even the troll on the street; even his girl when no one is watching; even his boys and his family.

Sigh.

So what does all that mean?
I don't know.
I do know I'm a strong woman who likes a strong man.
I do know we seemed to have a lot in common.
I do know that I like him.

It's nuts not to give it a shot but I can't promise it won't irk me. He watches FOX NEWS! C'mon! I'm not a bitch for being highly offended! Fox News!

Uh huh. If the fact he often graphically opines OUT LOUD about my body parts doesn't move ya, I bet the Fox-News-watching-thing gets you on my side. uh huh...

I digress.

I've asserted all this very explicitly to this guy; But he's a damn knuckle-head, so I don't know if it really sank in.

I guess the next move is his. I wonder if he's willing to up his game a little...

:-)