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I was driving home the other night when a song that reminded me of E came on. As I sang along two conversations occurred in my head. One in which I thought of him and us and our laughter, and another where I laid to rest those sounds and continued on up the 805.
I had a dream the night before of my wedding, my beautifully romantic Christmas wedding. My maids in white again the smell of trees and sweet berries. I remembered more this time. I remembered Kim, Ken, Jennie, Jewels, Tre, and Trin with me. Praying with me and standing with me. Laughing and toasting to love and laughter. I never walked down the aisle, but they were with me.
If I think about what it was like to love before I remember, more than anything the effort. The trials and the battles, the compromise. It wasn’t right. And more than I knew anything about my partners, I knew how I was going about the business of love was wrong. I imagine it needs to be as all meant things are, effortless. Divinely crafted and seemingly coincidental, only…not. I took this photo of myself before I went out last night.
I looked at my body. My belly cleverly hidden in my billowy, and feminine XL top. My thighs squeezed into shape in my size 20 jeans. I studied my curves and my twa hidden under a flowy lace front. I applied a thin layer of MAC “Media” and I love myself despite it all; and perhaps because of it all. I’ve never looked in the mirror and felt even remotely effortlessly in love with my reflection. The truth was not hidden from me, I knew what was there. And I was not hiding, obviously as I’m baring it all now. I was proud to take me out. Now if I’m lucky enough to find another who makes me feel the way I felt about my reflection last night…
And when I think back, I can reconcile a question I’ve pondered; yes I loved him. I loved him with every broken piece of me, however now that I am whole I want a whole love. There is nothing wrong with admitting that to yourself or to the world. I am not counting down the days or waiting with baited breath, I am living my life, fully. And when the time is right, it will be. Settling for self isn’t exactly settling. I feel incredibly blessed to be in a place where I can recognize and truly believe that.

There are times in life when things make absolute sense. Having that last thought was one of them. When NCS told me that not every relationship was like that, of course I knew that…but I told her that I just want honesty in my next/last relationship. I want it to be honest like the absence of lies, honest. I do not want to lie to myself, I do not want to lie to my partner, I do not want there to be lies in our expectations of one another. I want it to be honest because as I have recently realized and verbalized, honest living is the best living.

This little thing is a THORN in every single girls’ side. For some reason…men have taken to wanting to text/bbm (thats Black.Berry Message) rather than pick up the phone and CALL. I’m trying to figure out why this is. Now granted, I’m not single…but I still have single girlfriends who complain about this issue. One friend LT refuses to continue conversing with a guy if he texts her before calling her. Another friend, NK doesn’t mind the BBM banter. Friend AN’s boyfriend hates that she BBMs because he can’t BBM with her…and lastly and perhaps most infuriating, friend JH is “talking” to a guy who only BBMs and seemingly refuses to call her.
however lately in this world as it is now we’re hearing more about this independent woman. One that doesn’t need, or want, a man to give her anything material because she can get it for herself.
So I was talking to a BFF about e-dating…is it still taboo? She was nervous because she’d met a great guy online, but didn’t feel comfortable telling people how she met because she said she thought it felt desperate. Is it, I asked her? I guess I have a different outlook on things. I figure yeah its not preferable but hell, “If it makes you happy…then it can’t be that bad.” Just like the song says… Also *little known fact* my parents actually met online. I guess it must have been the first days of the internet lol, but my aunt and I were bored and made my mom a little dating profile and came across who is now my step-father of 16 years. Crazy right? At the time my mom could’ve killed me, but now my parents are very happily married. I think that 1 novel thing is you get to know the person without all the BS-now its a little more iffy as people have whole different internet lives lol…But I guess I don’t see it any differently than meeting up with your Twitter Friends (Twee-Ups) which I’ve done and they constitute the vast majority of my ATL going out friends, and BBM buddies 
