I'm the "Bag Lady" and he should be like "Those Previous Cats"

 

 

I don't know what it is people but I am feeling in the mood of talking about love and relationships. This month and last month I have been faced with some somewhat serious relationship issues. Now I am the one in the middle that looks like the ass! Not the man this time!

Just recently I had the opportunity to make a relationship florish with an attractive, talented, smart, and caring man. He wanted to give me his time, but most times, I was simply to busy. I could not visit because I had too many activites...you guys remember when I was AWOL on MySpace...yeah busy!!!!

He asked me to spend time with him and just be there. Now since I was majorly busy, I took this as if this fool was trying to stop my darn life and make me concentrate on his life. Ummm yeah I did that before and it was called marriage and engagement....I was not going back there.

But what really got me about this man was that I could not figure him out....he did not display the same characteristics that the other two had shown....he was different indeed. Yet I did not fully trust him. He just did not totally display what I wanted to see from a potential "boyfriend".

One thing that I did see from him was him being spoiled. Now if you don't know this by now, I am a spoiled, rotten, woman! I demand a lot of attention from my man, my family, hell even my friends! But he was spoiled...Oh no! That was not going to even work...he gotta go!

So I gave him the cold shoulder, some excuses, then left it alone. He left me....he did not seem mad, but I could tell he was not happy with me.

So I contacted my honey a little bit after that episode in our sitcom and he totally flipped on me! He let me have it! I of course, being the Leo that I am, kindly let him have it back with a battle of quick words and harsh comments! See I am not a fighter with force, but I fight with my words. I learned that the things I say can make a grown man break down to his knees.....but anyway....back on the subject.....he was angry and said, "Never speak to me again, you are selfish."

Hmmm. Me selfish? I never ever thought of me being selfish. Who the hell does he think he is calling me selfish!? Why I oughta.........

Alright I let it ride for a while, us not talking and everything. Then I just happened to send him a IM...."Hi Baby, I miss you." Why did I send this man that? This sent him into a rant. I won't even go into the ugly details!

But I eventually got him to talk and I explained somethings to him. I let him know that I have been hurt in the past and I normally get the "jump" on the relationship. I try to end the hurt before it even starts. See I could not read him and that was scary. I did not see qualites of the others in him, and that scared me.....so in a sense I sabotaged this possible relationship...I ended it!

I remember a song by Erykah Badu, "Bag Lady".

 

It was one of my favorite songs. I see why. I have my back pack, my luggage, my carry on, and my "hoe" bag with me in every situation with any man. And I am going to go in that bag and see if he can "fit" any of the belongings from the previous cats.

Yes I know that this is wrong but it is what I do. I may be doomed in this forever until I can learn to put those bags into a bonfire and let the go up in smoke.

I believe that a great deal of women are like this. We compare how a man treats us, spends time with us, makes love to us, etc. to how the other cat used to do it. We have to stop and give the next man the chance to be himself.

Well I am all burnt out on this....I am getting ready to grab my bags and chitchat with my "homeboy" and try to see if he can fit anything the other cat had on.

Peace!

 

They encountered each other because he was browsing through the Internet community site. He was looking for a pretty voluptuous woman, who may have a good head on her shoulders. She was shaped like an hour glass, had the most radiant smile and her eyes seemed to speak to him through her picture.

He sent her an email to let her know she was sexy, she should be a "ten" on the voting scale, and that he loved her lips and eyes.

She thought he was hot. He had the "look" that she loved; clean cut, preppy, tall, nice build, beautiful caramel skin. She thought his "pick up" lines where cute. He had a decent profile on his page...why not answer his email?

Her email said, "Hey Luv. Thank u 4 ur compliments. You're pretty hot yourself. So what's going on?"

He was excited and decided that he needed to know this woman better. So they exchanged IM names and chatted more.

She discovered he is slick, has lots of game.....He discovered the same of her! They talked about life and everyday stuff...but in the next few days they talked about the thing that builds from all the Internet communities.....SEX.

He loved her dirty type...She had a way to make him feel as if he would explode! She felt feverish when she told him her fantasies and desires......They had a kindling lust that must be satisfied soon.

They made plans to meet. She lived in Chi-town and He was from the "D". They planned for him to come visit her for a weekend.

They chatted on the phone for hours talking about the lust they shared. His voice was deep and throaty...Hers was soft like a porn star.....the things they wanted to fulfill each other fantasies.

When the weekend came he was anxious riding down I-94. He called her about 10 times just to hear her talk.....he was throbbing with desire.....She was planning on giving him the best pleasure that he had in life.

They met at the hotel...elegant and inviting. She was in the lobby waiting for him trying to look cool...but her heart was beating so fast....He walked into the lobby and spotted her...they embraced and kissed as if they were long lost lovers.

They made their way to the room.

 

They could not keep their hands off of each other. Clothes came peeling off.....She was thrown to the bed...he gave her immeasurable pleasure.....He loved how soft her body felt and could never forget the scent of her being.....They made love for hours until they had both fallen asleep.

That night was eventful and the morning to come was sensational.....That weekend would never be on lost by either of them....He made his way home to the "D" and smiled all the way home.....She got shivers of pleasure thinking of the way he held her.

They both knew that this was just an Internet lust, it could never be a true romance....see they shared the same desires of lust and fantasy but they did not share anything else....they could only get along when they spoke of sex. He thought she was an airhead and she thought he was an arrogant ass.

They clashed as friends......but made the best lovers.