This goes against everything I stand for.............
............but I feel the need to be optimistic for once in my life. All my friends know me to be a rather stupidly pessimistic person, ornery, mean, vindictive, an asshole, and anything else that would describe someone who basically not only sees the glass as half empty, but has to contantly remind you that it could just tip over spilling all of it's contents, leaving you with nothing. *****panting and breathing due to that extremely long sentence***** But anyway, I feel the need to be optimistic, even encouraging and uplifting, if I'm at all capable of that. Here goes nothing!!
Many of my friends and even some bloggers have been having men problems and don't mind sharing their bitterness with me. They go on and on and on and on about how HORRIBLE relationships are and about how they can't stand men, cause they all ain't bout shit! I even find myself doing this when I'm having BF problems. It's very easy to talk or speak out when you're upset or angry, but what about when things are ok......you know just regular......just you and yo BF going about yo daily lives together, one minute you're having sex, the next minute you're fighting. You know what I mean. I'd like to celebrate that for a change.
I want to talk about me and my baby. We woke up yesterday looking kinda rough and just decided to shoot some pics. You can find them here and here and here. It was so spontaneous and we knew we looked a mess and just wanted to take some pics of us just looking all rough and stuff. No cute outfits, no fresh haircuts, or freshly braided hair, JUST US, and we like it that way. I want to celebrate the fact that with all the arguments, frustration, aggravation, and so on, we still love each and never let the other go to sleep mad with the other. There no such thing as "you're sleeping on the couch tonight" with us. It's either together or not at all. He loves me and I love him. Gone are the days when I feel that I love someone more than they love me. Gone are the days when I have to to chase behind a nigga who ain't tryin to be found. Gone are the days when we out on a date and when the nigga phone rings, I wonder if it's his next booty call or not. I love the fact that he wants to take care of me and I don't have to be the one always paying the check, helping him out with his cell phone bill or else I don't here from him. I'm not the only one in the relationship that wants to always be with the other person.
He also is smart, funny, and old-fashioned, which is something I need in my life. Those who know me, know that I have to have someone who can calm me down, cause if you give me an inch I'll take 5 miles. He doesn't want to move to quickly, cause he feels that too many gay people fall in love, move in with each, get married, go on a honeymoon, have and raise 2 children, then get divorced all in a span of about 3 months!! Waiting is something that he has taught me and something that I have learned to really appreciate. He has everything I like, you know sexy eyes, six pack, legs like tree trunks, beautiful smile, and built like a tripod (for those of you slow girls, a tripod has 3 legs). Sometimes I just have to sit back and watch him, cause I feel so lucky to have him love me the way he does, then he'll give me a mean look and ask why the hell I'm staring at him. I know what he likes and he knows what I like. I still get horny as fuck everytime I see him naked. Even when I'm upset with him, once I hear his voice, I can't stay mad. Yep ladies and gentlemen, I'M IN LOVE and I don't mind talking about it or bragging about it.
Love is a crazy thing though, it's one of the emotions that we can rarely find the words to describe, but if we feel anger or hurt we seem to find all the words in the world. Love is more than just your eyes rolling in the back of your head during 4 hour of toes curling ecstacy. It's riding in the car with your BF and hearing a song on the radio and the two of you singing together. It's him know how you like your coffee from Dunkin Donuts. It's him remembering your mother's birthday before you do. It's him knowing when you're having a bad day and just his smile (and good sex) making all your problems melt away. Even with my ex, who I was deeply in love with; when he cheated on me, friends told me to slash his tires, go to his house and make a scene, through bricks through his windows, have my friends from "round the way" find him and do him bodily, but I couldn't. I was in love with him, and that love would not let me see him suffer, even when I was suffering because he hurt me. Maybe I'm weird like that, but isn't love weird? Makes you do things you wouldn't normally do, like write a blog about how happily in love you are..............
GOOD MORNING.
posted by E. Lewis @ 7:21 PM
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