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Its this guy I “met” while hangin out with Bloopty the other weekend (precisely 9 days ago). I was slightly *ahem* intoxicated, and he suddenly appeared before me in the street. Somehow he acquired my (real) phone number, and has been calling me ever since. Everyday. Multiple times a day. Even left 2 messages.

 
I don’t make it a habit to pursue, if you will, guys that I meet (or who meet me) when I’m drunk. And I’d rather they not pursue me under the circumstances. Chances are, the person they met that night was NOT the real B. Good; just some clumsy, scatterbrained, gregarious version of her. And chances are…I won’t be into any guy who’s into her.

 
Needless to say, I’ve been ignoring his calls. Dodging them left and right. I figured after a couple tries, he’d get over it. Yeah, he hasn’t. Guess he’s giving it that ol’ college try. Now, I know I’m fine and everything, but this is ridiculous. Is there any good reason to continue calling a drunk stranger after 9 days of silence?

He’s officially listed under “Do Not Answer”.

 
I got this other guy, whom I recently excused out of my life, and he keeps calling me back to back……hoping he’ll catch me slippin, I’m sure, and by chance I’ll pick up the phone. I’m already 3 steps ahead of him. He too has been relegated to the “Do Not Answer” abyss; him and all of his phone numbers. See, he’s tryna be slick by switching up the numbers he calls me from, like I don’t already know its him. Then he tries to call me private……like I don’t know its him. Dude, you just called me 2 seconds ago from your cell, then from your home, then from your other cell; now you’re callin me private and……I’m not supposed to think its you? He must think I’m an idiot. I’m borderline offended.

 
But at least he has a reason to call. He knows more about my wonder and amazement, so I understand that he is truly missing the experience. I’ll give him a week or so to do what he can to get me on the phone, and then I’d expect that he move on (or at least, space out the calls more until eventually, they stop).

What’s this other dudes rationale?

 
Yeah, so I got fucked UP last night. I didn’t mean to……but it just kinda happened. I damn near forgot what day it was until my trusty Weight Watchers senses tingled, and told me to look at my scale for today was indeed Wednesday.

 
Being that I had a bad food night this week (there’s always at least one) and consumed large amounts of alcohol the night before weigh-in, I didn’t know what to expect this morning. But I stuck to the program for the most part. My biggest problem, besides not working out, is the likka. I keep some kinda drank in my fridge at ALL times. Its usually wine, or lately some form of lite beer (eck, I know! but i’ve gotten used to it…so long as its cold).

What can I say?

I’m my grandfather’s granddaughter. He’s 75 and still keeps a bottle of scotch handy.

Results–

 
This week I lost: 2 lbs
Recent running total: 5 lbs lost
From my highest weight I’ve lost: 46 lbs

Whew! A breakthrough. Well Thank God for that!

From the other day:

It’s tough to balance your checkbook with your desire to have things these days. Everywhere you turn, there’s another temptation, but you just cannot afford to feed your material needs if they are a bottomless pit and not based on basic survival. Changing your relationship with your possessions may be in order. It’s really not about having more; it’s about teaching yourself to want less.

 
Wow, cuz I’ve been on a shopping mission lately. But I actually DO need these clothing items, since I have this big conference coming up and absolutely NO appropriate business attire.

But I could stand to learn a lesson or two about wanting less.

–random subject change–

So I had met this guy right (Black guy), and we’ve been texting back and forth. Real friendly like. Nothing major. The other day, I was in the car with a female friend of mine, and I was chatting with him on the phone. It was raining like crazy, and we were debating on whether it was worth tryna get to this bbq or not. So he hears my girl in the background and he asks, “is she cute?” Ummm duh! I don’t roll with non-cute people. Then he asks, “is she black?” Well yeah, she is.

He says, “Man, I ain’t messed with the sistas in a minute.”

Pardon?

“Yeah, its mostly been White girls or Spanish girls.”

Re-he-heally? Was that on purpose or just how its gone so far?

“Well, sistas got so much attitude, and……”

Oh word? Well you know, I have a pretty strong personality myself. [since he asked me for my number and all]

“Yeah, but you’re different–”

I stopped listening right about here.

 
This is not the first time I’ve had this conversation. Guys who’ve been heavily entranced by those of the non-black persuasion always perceive me as being “different” from those other Black girls.

 
But am I really?

 
Its probably because I haven’t been pissed off just yet.

I could certainly be like those other girls if you say/do whatever ignorant shit it was that lead to them layin’ major attitude on you. (hmmm, seems like thats what was happening at the moment)

 
Now some (Black) girls don’t need a reason to go off……and they irritate me too. But ummm, not enough to limit myself to only White friends or Spanish friends. What kinda??

 
So yeah, aside from the fact that he was asking me about my friend (wtf was that about?), I could never take this dude seriously.

 
Though I did let him treat me to a movie. (Then again, it was some silly shit he wanted to see……that Zohan movie……it was aight. Better than I thought it would be. I actually laughed a few times.)

 
I don’t usually go out with guys who make it known that they have a limited scope on what it is to interact with a Black woman, or those whose scope purposely excludes Black women for whatever reason. I’m not tryna be someone’s trial run.

 
So I kept watching dude’s body language to see how he’d respond to being in the company of a “sista” (since it had been so long). It was like hanging out with my goofy lil brother……but I don’t think it had anything to do with me. I think thats just his personality.

Eh, thats cool. He was definitely entertaining, and at least I don’t have to guard my draws around him. He’d make a good hangout partner now and again.

 
But I can’t help but wonder…what is it about me that makes me a suitable gateway (back) into Black?

 
Welp, no big spiel today. I already said yesterday that this week was a(nother) wash. I was just prayin that it wasn’t too damaging.

Results–

 
This week I lost: 0 lbs
Recent running total: 3 lbs lost
From my highest weight I’ve lost: 44 lbs

Yup, stayed the same. Thank you Jesus! I’ll take it, considering how this week went.

But on a lighter note (no pun intended)……

 
As I was dancing in front of the mirror this morning, in my boy shorts, listening to Danity Kane’s song “2 of You“, I couldn’t help but admire my glorious figure. Sure there’s an extra roll here, a lil pudge there, and that damn stretch mark that’s still lingering (ok maybe there’s more than one), but I was STILL smokin in them boy shorts!

 
With that bit of booty peeking out at the bottom……

 
……LOL, maybe you didn’t wanna know all that, but forget yall! I’m sexy. If I’d put my heels on, it really woulda been over. I’m ALLLL legs, baby. I’d upload a picture, but ummm, I’m tryna keep this site PG-17.

Yeah today’s still a good day. (oooo-oh-oooo)

 
Sexy Dex is my co-worker who is tall, chocolate, educated, with a beautiful smile. He’s also Jamaican. *sigh* While the accent is uber-sexy……the cultural differences cannot be ignored. I’ll continue to admire from afar (although he did offer up his timeshare in Orlando to me……)

 
Speaking of co-workers, the one that brought the date to my BBQ has been……I don’t know……”chummy”, and I’m not feelin’ it. I haven’t had much to say to him since the Q (oh, and after he told me I was one of three women he was “lookin at”……and one of those women is a friend of mine). Naw playa, don’t even sweat it. So unless he’s in my direct path at work, I don’t speak. Now he’s taken to sending me text messages to say “Hi”. Yesterday, I walked past him and his crew in the caf. They’re all engaged in whatever they’re talkin about, so I keep walkin.

He sends me the text, “Hello B. Good”.

I reply with, “Hi. I didn’t wanna interrupt.”

His response…“Awww you can interrupt anytime :)”.

Oh, what-ever!

And speaking of the Hamptons BBQ, ever since then I’ve gained a reputation of “knowing the guys”. Who? ME?? If they only knew, lol. But its kinda cool.

 
I think I’m addicted to Ne-Yo’s smooth, up-beat, techo, disco, R&B sound. I don’t know what he calls it, but I like it. He keeps pumping out those songs, and he’ll be doin’ alright by me.

 
I received not one, but TWO Working Mother magazines in the mail. What are they tryna tell me? Here goes my mom with, “they have some really good articles in there though”. Yeah, whatever. You’re not gonna swindle me into working motherdom!

 
So, a young woman on a journey mentioned in a comment that I must be hot these days, with the multiple “dates” I’ve been on. Welp, I’m not that hot, cuz I still got stood up the other night, for the second time by the same person, who asked ME out. Needless to say, he’s a done deal. You can read more about it here.

 
My uncle passed on Saturday. He had terminal cancer, so we’ve known this was coming down the pike; but its still a shock to hear the news. That kinda threw me off for the rest of the weekend, and going into this week.

 
And with that said, this has been another blah week for eating. Dammit! Why can’t I just stay consistent? I hope the scale is kind tomorrow. But I guess I’ll just have to start fresh (AGAIN) and get it right next week. (the 2, almost 3, BBQ’s I attended on Saturday sure didn’t help either)

Alright, that’s enough of me.