For the last couple of days, I’ve had this clip from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air stuck in my head:
I have no idea why I’ve been singing that song, however, singing that song made something click. People have these moments all the time. You meet someone that looks and/or acts one way. You invest feelings and time with this person and see a possible relationship/friendship developing.
Cue the okey doke.
What you initially thought about that person starts to blur. Perhaps the physical thing(s) that drew you in was only temporary. That car may have been a rental or that big booty was a pair of butt pads. Or the behaviors that you thought were so redeeming were indeed a lie. Weekly volunteer work at the homeless shelter was not voluntary. In fact, it was part of their probation.
When the truth is revealed about the basement acquaintance, I’m sure you’ll be pissed. However, you can always watch the clip above and laugh the anger away.
“I’m stuck in a basement, sitting on a tricycle…”
Pic Beggar (n): An individual who aggressively asks another individual for pictures. Most often seen on online dating websites.
There were several instances when a guy would send me a message asking me to send him a photo of myself via text message. Keep in mind that we’ve only known each other for 15 minutes. That’s not even long enough for me to warrant giving out my Google Voice number.
I would respond back, telling him that I have x amount of recent photos on my profile and will not be texting him anything. Of course, that doesn’t go over well. He gets upset and proceeds to beg.
Begging is not attractive as it is. Begging for a damn photo is annoyingly desperate and every bit of creepy. Besides, most of the time, these guys would either have one photo of themselves or several outdated photos of themselves. Stop begging and take some recent photos of yourself. I don’t take anyone seriously with photos from the late 90s early 2000s on their profiles.
Never entertain pic beggars! If they’re annoying you now, just imagine how annoying they will be if you date them.
This concludes your Public Service Announcement.
Personal space is one of those things that’s understood and respected. While standing in line, give the person in front of you some space. Nobody wants to have someone so close to them that they can count your hair follicles.
In case you need a hint, I’ll “accidently” step back and crush your toes. Some people are truly clueless when it comes to manners. What else is new?
Folks feel some kind of way when their tea (aka personal business) becomes storytime (aka tea time) for the kids.
If you feel that your tea is being spilled amongst the masses, you shouldn’t be putting the water into the pot.
My bestie LVC said it best. “If you yourself enjoy a nice high tea every now and then, you should be prepared to be a special on the menu once in a while.”
Pinkies up. Tea is served.
Declining to vote is your choice. The thoughts/ideas/opinions of others shouldn’t influence your decision. However, when your sense of normalcy changes, remember that your voice is silenced for the next four years.
That is all.
Some men have either forgotten their manners or were never taught any. Addressing a woman you don’t know by anything other than “Miss”, “Ms.”, or “Ma’am” will get you verbally throat chopped.
Recently, someone left me a message on a dating site I’m subscribed to. Imagine my disgust when I read the following:
My initial reaction was to go off on this moron. Once I calmed down, I realized that this guy has used this line on other women before and at least one of them thought it was cute. Gross.
If bad behaviors are acceptable by the majority, why correct them? While my fault likes in the man who sent me that mess, I also blame women for not correcting these dudes when they step out of line. If you think being called “boo” by a stranger is acceptable, what else will you accept?
Apparently a whole lot.
I’m going on a dating hiatus.
Before you curse me for ruining your day, allow me to explain. I’m stepping back from taking an active role in the dating scene. If I meet someone, great. If I don’t, whatever. The train wrecks I’ve encountered thus far have irritated my spirit to no end. At this point, I don’t have the patience to endure another round of “getting to know you”. I need a break. Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of tales to bring you from Single Island.
On that note, I’m out!
Responsibility comes with adulthood. For the most part, the majority of adults handle their business. On the other end of the spectrum there are those who refuse to grow up. Similar to Peter Pan, these men are socially immature and devoid of responsibility. Date them at your own risk.
Shit is real on Single Island. With so much to deal with already, who the hell wants to date a man-child? Who deemed that combo sexy?
Why are these men like this?
Allow me to offer my thoughts. The one man-child I encountered had an ex who viewed him as pitiful, resulting in a level of coddling that I find disgusting. Unfortunately in this case, the actions of one woman become a mess for the next one. So much for paying it forward right?
Now that you’ve been informed (or reminded), if recognize Peter Pan-like characteristics in a man, RUN!!!! The only person that can help him with his issues is a licensed professional.
This has been a public service announcement from Single Island.