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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?