In moments of dire frustration with my current circumstances, I found myself craving an ounce (or even a pound) of stimulating conversation fueled by riveting unparalleled imagination. I’m not expecting anything of epic proportions (although that would make my day,) but when it comes to dating and interacting with men, I’d at least hope they’d be able to stimulate me, not just physically, but on a mental/personality level.
That doesn’t appear to be an outlandish request. Yet, as of late, with the exception of a select few, most of the men I’ve been encountering are so numb conversation wise. In the fashion of a robot, every word they seem to say it just another antiquated calculated response usually along the lines of an illusive “cool.” Which you’d hope could hold a deeper meaning, but it’s really just “cool, I don’t care about asking you a follow-up question.”
Follow-up questions don’t have to be the lines of a soap-opera or a masterpiece play, but I’d at least love to feel that our conversation is engaging. But oh no, it’s too much “work” to take a few seconds to create an orb of communication that is original, innovative, and shows that you at least give a damn what I’m saying. And when you don’t engage or seem to have life, then quite frankly, you’re beginning to bore me to death…or damn near close to it!
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a lot to handle. By no means am I the demanding woman that you have to wine and dine with the finer things of life; not my style. However, in order for a man to captivate me and actually give him the time of day, he has to hold my interest personality wise. Make me laugh, make me laugh so hard to the point in which my cute little giggle turns into a snort (yes, that happens on occasion.) Prick my senses with witty sarcasm and dark humour; truly, I don’t mind. And if the only music you like to listen to and talk about is commercial hip-hop, then don’t even think you’ll actually score a first date with me. As much as I love music (not just house, but many genres,) I get bored super quick when someone has a limited passion (or desire to explore) for a diverse selection of music.
Don’t get me wrong, I love dating, I love exploring the different types of personalities of men out there, but I’m really getting sick of being bored. It’s like they aren’t even trying anymore! Apparently showering me with recycled compliments, faulty promises, and temporary chivalry (until they hit and quit,) is the motivation of most of these men I encounter.
Oh, and in Los Angeles it was an atrocity. Each guy I met while living in LA (I’m now back in Greater Washington, DC metropolitan,) were wannabe players that wished they could get the model chicks and busty starlets, but they didn’t have the money nor the looks to be on that level. Yet, they stepped to me with the same cocky attitude, recycled game, and the motivation for doing one thing; hitting it and quitting it.
I can’t tell you how many times I met a guy and within the first conversation (online and in person,) he started not hinting, but blatantly talking about the things he wanted to do with me and how getting to know me involved hooking up…right away. WOW, unbelievable! And not only was it hard to believe, but the conversation became so repetitive and boring. Over and over again I was approached with the same tactics, and now I’m at the point where talking about sex and flirting is just boring.
Alright, I take that back…slightly. Talking about sex and flirting isn’t boring, but it has to be done with someone that actually likes me, knows me, and we’ve reached that level. Right off the back isn’t “reaching that level and getting to know me.” No, no, no. That isn’t how it’s done; not in my book!
If you want to truly get to know me, excitement on exhilarating epic levels, and blow my mind, then engage me with personality, culture (if you love house music, my heart is yours,) and humour. I’ll never be bored with that momentum of raw creative thoughts flowing in the conversation, and in the end you’ll probably have a better chance of getting close to me….
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Check out these quaint houses. Simple yet modern in design, this community of Rolling Huts is worth taking a look at. You might even get inspired on ways to use wood in a small space.
Ever just hear a track that speaks to you on so many levels? I’m talking about the type of music that just carries your soul to another world, the euphoric beats compel you to take action and reflect on the things of the past, the visions of the future.
One track that I fell in love recently is an older release by Fred Everything. The track is titled “Mercyless” and it features the vocals of Wayne Tennant.
It was originally released April 28th, 2009, but I heard it on Spotify a few weeks ago and I immediately fell in love with this soulful house ballad. I just love the atmospheric progression of the chords and the soulful vocals of Tennant describe the brief tell of someone who is just so mercyless; no feelings whatsoever.
We’ve all had those times in our lives in which we’ve been “mercyless” and especially when it comes to matters of the heart.
Good evening everyone! Ready for some poetry?!
I’d love to share with you a poem by my good friend, sMOkinWOrd. He’s a dope writer and producer, and he’s one of my favorite people to discuss music with. His unique flair for production and the art of sound is evident in his writing. His poetry is one of kind, not your typical rhyme.
His latest spur of creativity is a poem about lips. The sensuality of a kiss, the enigmatic addiction of a woman’s alluring lips. He was inspired by a piece of artwork I did the other day. I’m in a lip phase lately, so I’m doing a lot of artwork with bold lips being the focus.
I uploaded the picture on my FB and he let the creativity run wild and wrote this dope piece. He calls it “Fix.”
she said “boy i think im addicted to your … lips, let me come see you so i can get a ..fix”
i said “miss, all this, aint free. you gotta pay the fee.”
she said” what’s it gonna cost me?”
i said “well just have to see, .. umm , a kiss your hips, the tip, at least”
she said “i can cover that!”
i said ” can you cover… me?”
she did, with ease, call it synergy, she was so into me, wasnt nuthin she wouldnt give to me.
She’d take my lips betweeen her teeth and say ” i cant resist them they look so sweet , sparkling like sugar when you speak, and when i see them i gotta eat. ” she’d knock me off my feet pin me down with no retreat, we start to mix together like concrete, but her fix for my lips will not complete…
Now that I’m done with school, I’m really finding a handful of poems and work that I would love to share with y’all, my beloved readers. Most of these poems are assignments from Poetry Writing x Creative Writing courses, so I had to push my creativity and incorporate the guidelines. In this poem, I had to give a set of “directions” and include specific items, such as animals, a season, a flower, color, etc.
Everyday you stare at her ruby red hair,
Admiring the sunshine dancing on each strand.
You love the way she puckers her lips when
She doesn’t know the answer to a question.
If you knew the answer you’d gladly oblige,
but you could care less about
Introduction to Oceanography.
Ms. Jones asks you if dolphins are mammals or fish,
But you stare at her with a blank grin.
As the words cascade out of her mouth
You begin counting the freckles on Autumn’s face.
How do you ask a beauty queen for
a second, a minute,
or even an hour of her gracious time?
As your designated best friend,
I promise to help you win her heart.
Next time you enter the classroom,
kindly ask if the seat next to her is taken.
Begin with small talk and ask her questions,
it’s all about her, not you…
Asking someone out is never easy.
Once you’ve got the courage,
ask her out on a casual date.
Be a smooth criminal, never a smooth player.
Always be fearless and calm under pressure.
Winning her heart will require more
than a bouquet of roses.
From what I heard, she’s in love with daisies.
Don’t give her tulips…she hates them.
President of the theatre club,
she’s in love with medieval fashion.
Take her to the Renaissance Fair,
and whatever you do, don’t take her to Medieval Times.
Too expensive…slightly overrated.
Plus, you won’t be able to win her a prize.
Buy her a goldfish to remember the day.
If that doesn’t work, then win her a stuffed rabbit.
Girls love cute adorable things…trust me, they do.
Even if you never get another chance,
she’s remember you…the guy who won her a prize.
And maybe one day, you’ll win her heart too.
As I was listening to this mind-blowing beautiful track by Shingo Nakamaru, inspiration took over and I began to write.
The eerie silence of yesterday’s mistakes
haunt my dreams…
Sounds of things I should have said,
Sounds of words I should have never read
Earthquakes of silence
penetrate my last glimpse of serenity
As teardrops hit the ground,
the eruption of sound eludes hysteria
My desolate soul should have never craved your kiss,
Lips, a lethal reminder of the lies you told
Lies that should have seemed so clear,
yet the haze of tears masked the unbreakable truth
I was never yours, you were never mine,
caught in the rush of love,
meaningless words driven by euphoric silence
Leaves are falling,
our time is begininning to fade.
Thunderstorms of deceit,
lightening of emotion,
soles of my feet chained to the ground
Hurricane of memories enclose upon me,
unable to move, bracing for impact
Tormenting sounds of the lies you told,
erased by threads of second chance romance
from a new soul dance.
Thousands of sounds, thousands of kisses
washing away the pain of yesterday,
paving way for the soul dance of tomorrow….
I love a lot of things in life: house music, spirituality, family, writing, art, and romance. Those are just a few things I love, but when it comes to the subject of romance I truly love seeing people fall in love…all types of love.What I mean by that is, love is love. Whether it’s interracial love & gay love, all love is equal in my opinion. It’s about finding who makes you happy, no matter what color they are or sex. Unbiased Love.
The message of universal love and equality is a badge I wear proudly. I’m not a lesbian or bisexual, but I’m a Black woman that dates “outside” of my race a lot; not by choice, it just happens that way. There is nothing wrong with exploring other cultural options (or sexual if that is your thing) and I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way.
In Elle Varner’s new music video “I Don’t Care” she stands up for interracial love and gay love, showing that she doesn’t care…you love who you love. It’s nice to see a video filled with different images that you don’t often see in “mainstream” videos. It sort of reminds me of Marsha Ambrosius “Far Away” and the message she made with her video–the reality of the hatred towards gay individuals. Just because you don’t understand something or don’t believe in it, it doesn’t mean you should hate it. LOVE IS LOVE.
P.S. I really love her hair! Geeze, total natural envy right now. Can’t wait for my natural hair to get longer!