I truly do love my black brothers and hope to marry one, but the games have to stop!!!
For those that have read some of my blogs (the more personal ones anyway) know that I have had my share of ups and downs. I have been a survivor of many things in my life and continue to stay strong regardless.
I meet and have met all types of men from all walks of life. Now I will admit that I hate the whole idea of dating, but I won't let that get in the way of meeting a good man.
The reason for this blog: Some black men are really making me think about crossing the racial barrier and to consider dating outside of my race. I must admit the thought of it makes me cringe that I am even considering it. I don't have anything against anyone that has and have found the love of their lives, but I just never imaged being with anyone other than a strong black man. I know that all man are not the same, but I really starting to wonder about that.
Each seems that no matter what the age, how honest and truthful one may be with them, lies, lies and more lies, games, games and more games. Seriously, what gives here. This is ridiculous, I am at the point of just throwing up my hands and saying to h*** with it. There were times when I would meet a man and size him up as mate potential, naturally that gets you no where, so I stopped doing that. Then I just stopped looking period and figured, let him find me and that gets no way. So then I resolve to just meeting new people and enjoying their company and allowing myself to just go with the flow only to find out that everything and I mean everything that came out of his mouth was a lie and was all game. Geez, one would think that at nearly forty a man would have learned to value himself more and would be tired of playing games with women.
It is too much to ask from a person to build a friendship (which should be the foundation to anything) that you have honesty, trust and truthfulness. You see I am not the type of woman that a man has to lie to, in fact, although I may not like everything that I hear or even agree with it, I will respect to truth any day. I don't expect a man to be perfect, I am not perfect not by a long shot, but I am a truly geniunely good person who knows my value and worth as a woman. Strong enough to know that it does not make me weak to let the man be just that the man, but I am really sick of the nonsense with some of these black men.
I am trying really hard not to give up on them and crossing over to men of other races. Despite all of what I have been through with black men and just always believed that if I was going to go through it with anyone it would be a black man. I know that there is a good black man in this world that was made just for me, but at the rate of the BS that I keep getting from some of them. I may never see him because I would have just thrown up my hands and said later for this.
Men talk to me. What gives? I want a man's perspective and I know that I am not the only single professional black woman out here going through this.
I meet and have met all types of men from all walks of life. Now I will admit that I hate the whole idea of dating, but I won't let that get in the way of meeting a good man.
The reason for this blog: Some black men are really making me think about crossing the racial barrier and to consider dating outside of my race. I must admit the thought of it makes me cringe that I am even considering it. I don't have anything against anyone that has and have found the love of their lives, but I just never imaged being with anyone other than a strong black man. I know that all man are not the same, but I really starting to wonder about that.
Each seems that no matter what the age, how honest and truthful one may be with them, lies, lies and more lies, games, games and more games. Seriously, what gives here. This is ridiculous, I am at the point of just throwing up my hands and saying to h*** with it. There were times when I would meet a man and size him up as mate potential, naturally that gets you no where, so I stopped doing that. Then I just stopped looking period and figured, let him find me and that gets no way. So then I resolve to just meeting new people and enjoying their company and allowing myself to just go with the flow only to find out that everything and I mean everything that came out of his mouth was a lie and was all game. Geez, one would think that at nearly forty a man would have learned to value himself more and would be tired of playing games with women.
It is too much to ask from a person to build a friendship (which should be the foundation to anything) that you have honesty, trust and truthfulness. You see I am not the type of woman that a man has to lie to, in fact, although I may not like everything that I hear or even agree with it, I will respect to truth any day. I don't expect a man to be perfect, I am not perfect not by a long shot, but I am a truly geniunely good person who knows my value and worth as a woman. Strong enough to know that it does not make me weak to let the man be just that the man, but I am really sick of the nonsense with some of these black men.
I am trying really hard not to give up on them and crossing over to men of other races. Despite all of what I have been through with black men and just always believed that if I was going to go through it with anyone it would be a black man. I know that there is a good black man in this world that was made just for me, but at the rate of the BS that I keep getting from some of them. I may never see him because I would have just thrown up my hands and said later for this.
Men talk to me. What gives? I want a man's perspective and I know that I am not the only single professional black woman out here going through this.
no im not