My Funny Valentine

It’s the beginning of February and it’s that time of year again…. The time where people have already given up on their New Year’s Resolution to lose weight, the good treadmill at the gym is free and clear again. It’s also that dreaded time of year as well VALENTINE’S DAY!!! For some it’s a national reminder that you’re alone Bitch..... (notice I said alone and not lonely, the two are very different). If you’re in a relationship it could be dreaded as well too but I wouldn’t know much about that. So for us single folks, what’s the real issue about Valentine’s Day??

I thought about it and I realized that 90% of single people aren’t really single…. Meaning that we aren’t totally and completely without some type of romantic companionship. There’s somebody lurking in the background, the problem is we can’t claim them to be totally and completely ours (that could be our choice or their's) or we just don’t know what the hell is going on between us, The Gray Area is in full force. That’s the problem, there’s somebody but we don’t know if they’re really our somebody. That's what gets some peoples panties in a bunch about Valentine's Day. That can be because we fucking/dating somebody else’s man/woman, it’s just a friends with benefit situation, you just started dating this person on January 1^st, this person is your ex and they keep coming back for more, you’re in a Grey Area with someone, you’re playing  LL Cool J in Hey Lover and that person  is more than a crush, this person is alright but you know they ain’t the one, or you’re in a secret relationship with someone that looks like Flavor Flav.  Whatever the case is there’s someone in your life but you can’t exactly change your relationship status on Facebook from single to in a relationship because of the above mentioned things going on between yall. I think this is where all this hatred and fuck Valentine’s Day comes from. It’s like baking a cake you  to have all the ingredients to bake the cake and then you realize you don’t have any icing, sure you can still bake the cake. It will still have the basics for you to call it a cake but without the icing what’s the fucking point?? It’s just sweet bread and who the hell wants that?

That’s what Valentine’s Day is to some single people, and reminder that they have a damn cake without any icing, sweet fucking bread. It’s like bring your basic ass cake to a bake sell, all the cakes with icing are going to get gone real quick. While you’re dry ass cake is going to be sitting there until Easter Sunday. Valentine’s Day is the day like the Price is Right showcase for cakes, so if you’re cake is without icing you’re going to feel like Miss Congeniality and the Miss America Pageant. Hell for some people it’s the day they learn that what they thought was a cake with butter cream icing, is basic ass sweet bread. 

There’s no greeting cards for whatever situation you’re going through, Brandy said it best Almost Doesn’t Count. Your taken boo thing isn’t going to take you on a helicopter ride over New York City because you’re Girlfriend number two, ask Olivia Pope about that. Your fuck buddy isn’t going to sending you flowers at work; he’s sending you his dick in a box. The guy that isn’t quite ready for a relationship isn’t buying you jewelry from Kay Jewelers because if he can’t commit to dinner and movie on Friday night, he damn sure isn’t committing to $399 on a bracelet. But believe it or not every kiss doesn't begin with Kay. Yeah it sucks that while all the other girls are going to the grand ball your ass is at home scrubbing floors like Cinderella.   

We’ve all been there, I’ve been there. Hell some of us (me included) are there now but what I’m not going to do is let Valentine’s Day get me Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale crazy. I’m not going to side-eye the fuck out of my coworkers that get flowers that day because my desk is as empty as a former Real Housewives of Atlanta bank account, ( Sheree I’m looking at you and that Forest Preserve you call your house). I’m not going to go home and drink a box of wine and eat a gallon of ice cream. Nope I’m not going to do it because it’s not going to solve my problem. Hating on others joy is just….. well exhausting and I ain’t got time for that. Some of yall need to get that hate out of your system.

See, I forgot and a lot of people forget this one simple thing along the way of dating. “I’m good with it just me”. I’m okay with being by myself, so that when I get caught up in these gray area relationships I find myself in at times. I know that I’m happy with myself and this other person is just along for the ride and if they’re making this royal cruise ship feel like the Titanic, well their ass has go before  that iceberg gets hit.  People you have to remember that what’s for you will be for you, you can’t plot and plan your love life according to others. Valentine’s Day is just that a day, and who says your Valentine’s Day has to be February 14^th??? Maybe yours is May 1^st or November 26^th, so don’t drive yourself crazy because the 14^th of this month isn’t going to be candlelight and sex in the champagne room. There’s still 364 days until the next Valentine’s Day for all that.

Beautiful Textures: Product Review

So I brought these products Beautiful Textures about 6 weeks ago from Sally’s and I must say I really like them. First let’s talk about the price. I purchased the leave-in conditioner, moisture butter, hair growth oil, and curly pudding and my total was like $26. So for those that don’t feel like doing the math the products were like $5.87 a piece (they were on sale that week) but even the regular price is very reasonable $6.99. a jar of Ms. Jessie’s anything is $40 and above.

But beyond the products having a great price, the products work very well on my hair.  They leave my hair soft and smelling nice. No, like for real the products smell so good!!! So if you're in the market for some new natural hair products that are reasobable priced check out Beautiful Textures.

No Happy Valentine's Day

                                                                            

                                 

Hate Valentine’s Day!!

Fuck Love!!

I wish it was just the 15^th already!!!!

These are things I hear and you’ve probably have heard by bitter, lonely, and single people all over the world. When I hear ish like this I’m left to wonder….. who in the hell hurt you??? Like for real is it even that damn serious that these statement even come out of your mouth? I guess for some folks it really is that serious. Look I haven’t had a really valentine since I was like in 9^thgrade but do you see me rolling my eyes because my coworker got flowers delivered to her or wanting to jump in Lake Michigan on a cold ass February day. Ummmm NO. Why? Because I don’t hate Valentine’s Day even though I don’t have a valentine. To be fair I am kinda obsessed with holidays in general, kinda in a Joan Clayton from Girlfriends way. But that’s not the point; the point is that it’s a day that love is to be celebrated. So how in the world can you be mad at that, even if you don’t have a significant other in your life per say Valentine’s Day is still about Love.

I mean I know it’s more for a romantic type of love but still it’s about love. Love is love no matter where it comes from, so if the romantic love isn’t in your life at this point in time. Focus on the love from your family or from your friends. Don’t be like the Grinch that stole Valentine’s Day because it really isn’t that serious. Its flowers, candy, dinner, and sex for most couples; all things you can buy or do by yourself without the help of someone else. So don’t be a bitter Betty or Ben its one day I promise you will survive and if you don’t think you can handle all the happy couples that day. Then please stay your ass at home and get I flunked out of college freshman year drunk. 

Waiting On Superman

"I just want a boyfriend," this was a statement made by one of my friends. She went on to ramble on about, how she just wanted a boy to take her out and to have something to do on Friday nights, other than go bar hopping with us. She was tried of being single and that the single life sucked *and here's where I insert teardrops and a violin playing in the background*. As I listened to her, I understood where she was coming  from to an extent.

Yeah, maybe having a boyfriend wouldn't be a bad idea, you maybe I wouldn't have to kill my own spiders and having someone pay for my meals every once in a while would be nice. Hell having regular d!ck on deck would be nice too. Then I thought about it some more and a couple of other thoughts entered my head. Like first of all you could have all the things I just said and the things my friend wants, while being single. You've just gotta play your cards right but more importantly getting a boyfriend doesn't equal happiness. Now follow me on this, some people women are sitting around like Rapunzel in a tower, waiting on prince charming to ride up on his white horse to safe them from a life of unpleasantness, misery, and boredom. So that they can go riding off into the sunset with this man and live happily ever after. Now I've already touched on how life isn't like the movies before, so I won't go too deep into it this time around. However, I do want to say this what's left out of the story is the part that although you maybe living in this big castle with your prince. He is off with his boys playing with his toys, while your at home washing his drawers and wishing for the days when you were in your old tower.

Look it's okay to want a boyfriend at some point we all do and myself included. There's nothing wrong with wanting a boyfriend and all the things that come along with being in a relationship. Where I don't think it's okay, is when you want someone there to fill a void or to complete you. You better find that by yourself and within yourself. Nobody is going to love you better than you can love yourself. Some man isn't going to come along and rescue you from this life of misery you call the single life because often times or not you have to learn how to rescue yourself. Cause at the end of the day he just may say, he can't be your superman.