Clarifying Questions and Answers

Two questions: (1.) What is this blog about? (2.) Why should I read this blog?

Somehow between the Sudafed and the glass of Sangria with lunch, I went from writing to merely manifest thoughts about Af-Am women and dating TO going on a mission to find a husband.

Between my sinus pressure and red wine (mixed with brandy, fruit, and ginger ale), I digitally lost my mind.

So, what's the deal?

Let's talk turkey (Tofu if you are a vegetarian):

Q: What is the blog about? Ironically, it's about my dating experiences laced with the countless self help books I've read (and some Biblical notations thrown here and there.) It's ironic to say the least because I am not currently dating anyone and not planning on it for the next couple of months or so. Made this verbal agreement with my pastor. Let's see how long this lasts.

Q: Why should I read this blog? I think there is a slew of women like me in the Boston area who would (a.) LOVE to see someone that looks like them walking around in professional attire (b)since they don't see many people that look like them, they may want to read about someone who is a bit crazy, but says things that they think most of the time.

If you are a white woman, stick around. You may be able to relate to some of this. I honestly believe in the shared experiences of human beings. Just because I am a "miniority" via race (my skin is a yummy caramel color) doesn't mean that White Houses in this White Market don't have their own marginalizing characteristics. It could possibly mean that they are just a bit more silent about their plight. Or not.

If you are a man, stick around. You might learn something. Or not.

Sadly, I could be wrong about all of this. I could (and may be) the only one reading this.

Either way, I am not on some self-serving hunt to find a husband. One day, man, book, blog, and prayer at a time...

My First

My life is a compilation of country music songs from 1979 (Hank Williams Jr.) - present (Any Carrie Underwood song fits just fine.)

It seems that I can listen to 102.5 here in Cambridge for maybe 10 mins/ 3 songs give or take, and find something I can relate to. Except for the time they played 5-7 songs in a row to commemorate the troops. They've been doing that recently.

So, here I am.

In many ways, I have beat the odds. And in others, I remain a statistic. By statistic, I mean this.

I am Single. Black. Educated. Hot. (Yeah, I said it.)

AND by single I mean unmarried with no prospects. Nobody hanging in the margins of my life. On the back burner.. None of that!

I am not yet in my 40s or anything, so no reason to call out the dogs to go and sniff out my husband.

Some people may say that I have nothing to worry about because I am young. I have only been on this planet for 26, almost 27, years so I have a LONG life ahead of me and I should be focused on other things. Like career choices, reading books, and saving to buy a house. Maybe I should go to grad school. I should do something other than think about dating and marriage.

Well, I love my career and have been driven most of my life by it. But it doesn't light my fire to think about it all the time anymore. I need to move on to another chapter to write. A new chapter. Doesn't mean this chapter is ending, but I need something new to analyze and improve.

Reading books? Why can't I do that while dating? If you know anything about me, you know that I am a task-master. RAWR!

Saving? I am currently saving for my wedding. Just kidding. Maybe.

The point is that I have tried so hard not to become a statistic. I went to Big 10 and Ivy league schools, got a grad degree.

Even tried sushi.

Most of my friends that I grew up in Harvey, LA don't eat sushi... raw fish? puh-lease! (I have to say that I actually love it. And I am not forcing myself to try it because most of my dining out consists of mainly white people.)

I mean, that's just Japanese. What about Thai? Not raw, and delish! But most of my friends and family back home have never had or heard of Thai food. (I know.. absurd!) Enough with the tangential humbergum!

I wrestle with the idea that maybe by fighting to "defy the odds," I walked right into a trap? It seems that the more educated I get and the more I stay in Cambridge/ Boston (the White Market), I tend to dig my grave a bit deeper. (Refer to this if you aren't up-to-date with what I am referencing. Ignore Steve Harvey. I don't know why he's there.)

Rest assured, I will beat the odds. If there's anything that I know about myself, it's that I always get what I want. May take time, money, Jesus, more blogs, going through my self help book archives, and listening to audiobooks in the car, but I am destined to WIN.

There's nothing else left, but to WIN.

So, welcome to my blog- where I, this Black House of sorts, have entered and currently living in this White Market.

Let's hope and pray the market doesn't crash. And if it does, it's going to be one heck of a ride!