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...
...because you deserve it....here's my atm card...and there's my bank....j
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