Keys to a Good Relationship

As I sat at home today cleaning I remembered awhile back one of my dorm mates was discussing with me how she had just broke-up with her first boyfriend after I told her my two year anniversary was approaching.  I remember when I mentioned the length of my relationship she asked me what the key was to have a long-lasting relationship. Well I am not a relationship expert; in fact I’ve only dated one person.  Despite these minor flaws I have managed to stay with that one person for two years and we are still together (for young adults those years are often viewed as being the equivalent to dog years.)  I believe that there are common threads in all relationships that keep people together for 60 plus years and these same threads are what can cause a relationship to last only a few minor months.  So here are a few things that I think are keys to a good relationship.

1. Laughter-I think there is nothing sexier than a man who can make me laugh.  In fact, I’d probably date a butt ugly man who can make me laugh compared to a man who looked like Michael Ealy

Advice To Tiger Woods: Marry A Black Woman!

Dear Tiger Woods,

I have expressed my undying love for you previously, and that hasn’t changed…completely.  As I sat down at the table with my Mom she informed me that you were up to mistress number 16.  Tiger, my dear, when did you find the time to sleep with all these women?  I mean honestly, between juggling a wife, two kids, and being the number 1 golfer in the world I just don’t understand.  To top it off I just don’t see how your wife didn’t notice a change in your attitude.  I know your world is slowly crashing down on you.  You’ve taken an indefinite break from golf, you’re losing endorsement deals left and right, and to top it you’re probably about to lose half of your multi-million dollar fortune.  So, because of all of these horrible things happening to you I have come up with a solution to your problem: Marry a Black woman. Now I know what you’re think, “A Black woman?  Why that’s just unimaginable.  What will the guys at the country club think about me?” Well my dear, what are they saying about you now?  They’re probably laughing and rejoicing at the fact that now they will have an opportunity to capture a win at the Masters this upcoming April (hopefully you’ll be back before then).

If you marry a Black woman

Five Things I Prefer To Only Do With Men

While I was over at one of my favorite blogs Until I Get Married one particular blog caught my eye entitled, Five Things I Can Only Do With Women.  So while I was driving home for Christmas Break I started thinking of things that I prefer to do only with a male companion.  So here we go, 5 Things I Prefer To Do With Men:

1.) See a scary movie-I don’t like scary movie, so if and when I watch a scary movie be it my house or the theater a man better be sitting next to me.  No offense to my fellow females who can go and see a scary movie without screaming, but when that music comes on letting the audience know that something is about to go down I want to grab onto a man’s arm (I’d prefer for the man to have a nice bicep, but beggars can’t be choosy.)  Following the movie I’d like to  be asked if I were scared (although they already know I was) with me responding “No,” and resulting in some hands on flirting.

2.) Ask how a dress looks-Okay, this depends on where I’m going.  If I’m looking for a dress to wear to the pastor’s church anniversary I’ll ask my Mom or some other female.  If I’m looking for a dress to wear to the club a male will be my voice of reason.  The reason being is that females try to be too critical of clothing. “Oh girl, that red just doesn’t look right with your complexion” or “I wouldn’t really like it for myself, but…”  I don’t care if you like it for yourself, it’s my dress.  A guy on the other, a straight one, will give you the opinion you want. “That looks sexy on you” or “That looks like something my mom would wear.” If I’m going to the club I want sexy, I don’t want any man to look at me and get flashbacks of their mom.

Rihanna Does GQ Magazine

All men start saving your money.  The oh so beautiful Rihanna will be covering GQ magazine’s January 2010 issue.  Quite the way to bring the new year in isn’t it?  Not a lot of people would be able to sport those shorts like her.  To all the people who try to question why she’s topless please sit down.  The whole world has already seen all of Rihanna and the assets that she has.  Thanks to The Life Files

Thoughts?

More “Rated R” Photos

If You Are God’s Gift To The World, I Hope He Has A Good Return Policy

I love men.  I love Black men.  I love White men.  I love Mixed men.  I love tall men.  I love short men.  I love the intelligent ones.  I love the not so intelligent ones.  I love the mature ones.  I love tolerate the immature ones.  I love the grounded men.  I HATE men who think they’re God’s gift to the World.

The Main Reason Why I Envy Gay Men

Now that first one was working it then that one with the Spider Man underwear came on.  I need to hit these guys up to give me some Twerk 101 lessons because Lord knows my twerk skills are farrrrrrrrr from being on par.

Things A Man Should Never Say To Me During First Encounters

Today is another rainy and cold day down in Georgia.  I have two finals tomorrow, but I had a spur of the moment thought about how I’ve only had one boyfriend yet plenty of dudes from my age all the way up to being eligible for AARP with one foot in the grave have hit on me.  I then realized that there was a reason as to why I didn’t talk to these men…the lines that they’d come at me with were ridiculous.  Now I am what many Black men classify as being a bougie, stuck-up light-skin chick who thinks she’s better then everyone.  This isn’t the case in fact I’m far from any of those things.  If the male population approached more women like myself in the correct manner you wouldn’t receive the cold shoulder everytime.  So here’s a list of things NOT to say to me or any other woman:

1. “Ay girl…”-I believe on my birth certificate under “Name” it does not list me as being named “Girl.”  I know “Ay girl…” is usually followed by “…what’s your name,” but damn it why can’t you walk up to me in a nice gentleman type manner and say, “Excuse me, my name is (insert name here). What’s your name?” No matter a females mood I feel she’s obligated to reply in a nice manner to you.  From there you can spark up an interesting conversation.
2. “Ay ma…”-(1) I did not push you out of my womb so I am not your “ma.” I will make an exception to this though.  If you’re Latino you have a pass to come up to me and call me “mamacita.” (2)  Saying this reminds me of how old married men start calling their wives “ma.” I’m 19, don’t make me feel old.

Things NOT To Say On Twitter: Swizz Beatz & Mashonda Edition

If you were on Twitter last night following Swizz Beatz or Mashonda you would have witnessed some very sloppy and teenage antics.  I was never a follower of either of the above people, but one of the people that I’m following happened to mention how the former couple were venting through Twitter.  Being the nosy person I am I jumped onto following the two of them, and I was very SHOCKED to say the least.  Here’s the snapshots thanks to DDot Omen:

Now this is exactly why I don’t like things such as Twitter because sh*t like this is bound to go down.  This all happened because Swizz tweeted about going to get his girlfriend’s, Alicia Keys, new CD.  My feelings are as followed

Things I Wish I Had Done Before I Came to College

So it’s finals week at my university and even though I banned myself from Facebook until they’re over I’ve found other ways to procrastinate and that’s through this blog.  So here’s a list of this I wish I’d done back in the day when my education was free and Daddy was paying for the gas to go in my car.

1. Tried out to be a dancing girl-I love to dance behind closed doors, but I refuse to dance in front of most people.  Now at my school the dancing girls were the s**t and everyone knew that if you were one of them you were high school royalty.  I could have had a plethora of men lined up back then.  Oh well *Kayne shrug*
2. Taken my acne medication religiously-I had HORRIBLE skin growing up and I still have the scars to prove it.  From about 7th grade to 11th grade my face looked like a nest of bees had went on the attack.  My Mom took me to the dermatologist numerous times.  The first one I went to gave me all this stuff that dried the hell out of my skin causing even more outbreaks.  The next one helped me by giving me medication through the form of pills which helped my skin so much, but the problem that happened was I got the big head and stopped taking those pills.  Which leads me to my next point…

Is My Generation Growing Up To Settle On Being Nothing More Than The Baby Mama/Daddy?

Well, well, well…this entire week I couldn’t figure out what in the hell I was gonna write on here after my last post (Click Here To Read) which got the most hits during my 3 week blog life.  Then I went over to Necole Bitchie‘s blog and I had an idea.  The post that’s linked up to this blog is a reader’s response to Ms. Bitchie calling the father of one of Erykah Badu’s children her “baby’s father.”  The reader basically explained why she finds the word disgusting and I can’t agree/disagree with it more.