In dating, the cliche' applies: Everything I need to know about dating, I learned in Kindergarten. Or was it life?
People make dating out to be so complicated when in fact it can be quite simple. All we need to do is remember the things we learned in Kindergarten, and we'd be much more successful.
In Kindergarten, we learn to ask questions. We learn to ask questions for various reasons, but mostly to:
1) express a need, like "May I go to the restroom?" or "Can you tell Kevin to stop?"
2.) express confusion and/or dismay, like "Why can't I have a snack?!" or "So how does the baby come out of Mommy?"
3.) express interest, like "My favorite color is blue, Jason. What's yours?" or "I'm 5. How old are you?"
Even in Kindergarten, children know that if you want someone to fulfill a need, you should ask a question. If you are confused, you should probably ask a question. If you want to be someone's friend, you need to ask them a question. It seems that we lose this fundamental as we get older.
People all of sudden seem to think that they don't need to put forth effort. That if they want to get to know someone, they'll telepathically get them to come over and the other person will exert effort to get to know them, even though the telepather has done nothing to show interest. Then, the telepather will expect that the person asks them questions, but won't necessarily do the same.
I've seen this happen so many times, especially with men. No, especially with egotistical and/or highly attractive men. They expect women to waltz on in, show interest by smiling and asking questions to prompt a conversation, and then finish by carrying the conversation. Seriously? Oh my, how things have changed.
My grandfather used to say that it wasn't the woman's job to hunt. Women are to be the hunted. Sexist as it may be, there was a reason he believed this. It made guys put in work. These days it seems that the tables have turned. (This isn't to say that women shouldn't put in work I do believe both parties need to exert a considerable amount of effort.)
My advice? Learn from primary school. If you want a woman to think you are interested, ask her questions. Get to know her. It's simple. No question will be dumb, so there's no need to freeze up over this. All we want to know is that you want to know us. The way that you do that: ask us questions about ourselves. And if we are interested, we will ask you a question back. That's what we call a CONVERSATION. A conversation can quickly turn into a daunting monologue if men do not step up and ask questions. Just smiling at us won't cut it. When you don't ask questions, it makes us say, "He must not be that interested because he doesn't want to know much about me."
No bueno!
Bottom line: Ask and ye shall show interest.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
The Unknown = Scary Good

It seems that when you least expect it, your feelings smack you in the face - hard! Like a -5 degree day in Chicago with no scarf on - BRICK HARD. And what do I do when I realize I like a man... a fine man at that?
I get scared.
All of these feelings rush to my face, and I feel like I am going to explode. Maybe the reason that I wasn't truly invested in dating until now is because I suck at it. Who am I kidding?! It's like I got caught up in rules and what other authors think about dating. And now, I am not sure what to believe.
Don't get it twisted! I know who I am and what I want.
But I never thought to devise a plan for what to do when I think I've got what I want. Well, almost what I want... I think. There was a tiny piece of me that thought there was no one out there for me... No one I could be me with.
Do I have what I want? IDK. Too soon to tell.
I want someone that I can be myself around, and can truly appreciate what I bring to the table. I want to be able to love them in the way that I love best. I merely want unconditional love...
Either way, this is the first time in a long time when I actually am afraid. I am excited to be scared. Haven't had someone to spark a glimmer of passion in me in a LONG time.
So, all I can do is pray about it. I want it to be what it is and never what it isn't.
Either away, I am going to ride the wave, have fun, and at worst, get a wonderful friend out of the whole process.
I digress.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
I'm Biz-ack!

Cuz I'm back... and I'm black... and I'm blickity back...
In New Orleans. Settled. Back in action.
Single. Happy. Ready to blog about all of my experiences... again. I thought about changing the name of my blog because New Orleans really isn't a white market. But knowing me... it may be. lol
Stay tuned...
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