Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Sometimes I’d Rather Be Dumb

A recent conversation between the homie Marcin and I went a little something like this:

Marcin: So what happened with the boy?

*shrug* It didn’t work out. I hadn’t seen him in a while and when I called him on it he said, ‘it’s not like we were ever a couple or exclusive’ so that was that.


Raquel, I think you’re just too smart for these boys…

Is that all it is? I’m too smart? Do I intimidate the Y-chromosome with my book learnin’ and worldly ways? Can y’all not handle my goals, aspirations, busy lifestyle, large group of family and friends? Are my expectations of what an ideal relationship should be just too way out there? I’d really like to know, because there comes a time when I have to step back and stop telling myself “It’s them” when really, it’s ME.

And I don’t want it to be ME because once that happens then I might have to change. I’m too set in my ways for all that shit. I ain’t got time. I have a media empire to build so that my family will be set for life and the last thing I need to be worried about is some dude who thinks I’m too demanding or not affectionate enough. Fuck outta here with your whiny, pansy bullshit. I got shit to do!

But I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss having a +1 around; someone to take me out or stay in with to watch a game and smang (hee hee hee).

I guess the one good thing about this whole situation… the more it happens the less it hurts. This time around I didn’t even miss a beat.

*smooches…channeling this life experience into a book*
I mean really, why else would I be going through it?