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What I Want in a ManOriginal List (age 22):
1. Handsome
2. Charming
3. Financially successfu
l4. A caring listener
5. Witty
6. In good shape
7. Dresses with style
8. Appreciates finer things
9. Full of thoughtful surprises
10. An imaginative, romantic lover.

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 32):
1. Nice looking (prefer hair on his head)
2. Opens car doors, holds chairs
3. Has enough money for a nice dinner
4. Listens more than talks
5. Laughs at my jokes
6. Carries bags of groceries with ease
7. Owns at least one tie
8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal
9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries
10. Seeks romance at least once a week.

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 42):
1. Not too ugly (bald head OK)
2. Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car
3. Works steady -- splurges on dinner out occasionally
4. Nods head when I'm talking
5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes
6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture
7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach
8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids
9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down
10. Shaves most weekends

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 52):
1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed
2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public
3. Doesn't borrow money too often
4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting
5. Doesn't re-tell the same joke too many times
6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends
7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear
8. Appreciates a good TV dinner
9. Remembers my name on occasion
10. Shaves some weekends.

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 62):
1. Doesn't scare small children
2. Remembers where bathroom is
3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep
4. Only snores lightly when asleep
5. Remembers why he's laughing
6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself
7. Usually wears clothes
8. Likes soft foods
9. Remembers where he left his teeth
10. Remembers that it's the weekend.

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 72):
1. Breathing
2. Doesn't miss the toilet

Ciao!! I will be the next belly dancing queen...Carla why are we the shortest people in the class...you got me beat, you are the smallest link...not including the instructor...isn't it odd that two black women are teaching Arabian belly dancing...was i wrong for expecting something different...you know maybe an Arab women, Lebanese, Morrocan even...

Happy Valentine's Day Massacre...

How I'm feeling!

..................................................off the top of my head.........
Him...Physically he was everything that I wanted everything that I desired, a tall refreshing glass, a beautiful smile, not perfect teeth, you understand just a genuine laff and smile nothing orchestrated, he made me laff when I didn't want to, he didn't do things that the rest of them do...He ran the bath water for me, he bathed me, he rubbed my back and caressed my skin....Yes Him....He made me dinner, he told his mom about me, he told his sister yeah even invited me to chill with them...He enjoyed that I never pressed him...Yes Him...He felt comfortable with me to release his inner demons, he enveloped himself in conversation...we would sit for hours on end talking...yes him...He introduced me to his boys, yeah all of them, they like me, they do, they tell him what he should do...Yeah him...We made what most people make after getting too comfortable...a mistake...was it!?? Him...I wanted him...he let go...got too comfortable for the incredible Moe....he wiped away my tears, hugged me with his heart, yes him...ubelievable, unconceivable...yes him...he gave me what others did too, a goodbye a so long, a friendship is what i have to offer...yes...him...i made it to easy to fall for me...was it too much to take in...deep he fell...yes him, to the abyss and he's still spinnin'...a friendship...him...a friend...yes him....Is a friend a friend at the beginning when you've reached the end...him...why talk about him...he gave me what i wanted exactly what i thought...a friend...no commitment, no gem...him...he fell for me, but he not ready...him...just like the others when I thought he was different...not him...definitely not him....
that's it!

Who's partying with the kid...I have a business trip to Tucson next week on Tuesday - Sunday...who's partying with me this weekend Sunday to Monday...

in the illustrious words of bruva: "Check the flypad baby...and see what's stickin'" and get back to me!

It's been a while, but I never let you all down, do I?

Arabian Belly Dancing Classes start on Monday...How do you love that!? I'll be able to dance you into oblivion...Going to the club, doing what I learned in class...that's disturbing...yet very entertaining...on my behalf...

My friend is going through something that I just can't help her with...She is dealing with a dude who just isn't worth it! He really isn't worth it! I've talked a whole in her head...My duties as a freind have been exercised to the nth degree what else can I do...I have no idea!

I have a question:
Why is it that guys claim to want that "perfect" girl...you know the one who will cook for you, look nice for you, wifey material all the way...but when you meet her, you're not ready! The same chicken-head chicks that you are so tired of meeting are over at your crib, the very next day...telling you how sexy you are, and how you're the cutest guy ever...feeding you're freakin' ego...but no...you treat that "perfect" girl like she has rabies...deal with her with a long stick...the longest stick...you want to be her friend, but get pissed when her mr. "perfect" comes along...you jealous self-righteous bastards...you double standard man whores....mhmmmmmm....Why!? Why do you push her away...she's everything that you want, you want her to wait on the sidelines, while you whore-it-up with Kia, Nicole...Precious...Charesse...Donneka...Shelly...(by the way I don't know any of these names, they just came to mind) These chicks that speak broken English...you wouldn't bring around Mom, but you'd take her around the boys...I'm confused! Simply confused...I don't get it! Oohhh! it pisses me off...You claim to be so tired of the trash you meet, well anus' stop sitting around while the garbage man comes, like he's the post man, delivering mail...what you'd expect something different...Don't meet guys at the club ladies...Don't meet guys over the internet...Oh, and those oh-so-pretty niggas...It's soooo not worth it!

The same self-righteous bastards that whine about...you know, you're like the most realist chick I've met....ever!
Oh go bark up your own tree!
So dudes!...Why?