We (women) go on and on about how you can’t trust a man. You’re always suspicious of the things he would do or say because you have this unsettling feeling that he’s doing some shit he shouldn’t be doing. You cry, complain and cuss because you feel he has no regard for your feelings. You bring up your issues with the lack of trust you have in the relationship. He hears what you have to say, but isn’t really listening. He knows whatever you’re saying is just some emotional thing you’re probably going through. At this point he has a lack of trust also. He doesn’t trust your feelings.
Over the weekend I was talking to someone and we were discussing relationships. He asked me about my opinion on the matter and I told him straight out as I usually do. He just looked at me and said “Not all men are dogs”. It tripped me out because he was actually the second person who said that to me in a week. I actually started to think; do I give out a vibe that I think all men are bitch asses? In the back of my mind I do believe these types of men exists, but when all you meet is the trifling ass dudes your perception of men shift. Then I started to wonder: Ok, so these men exist. Is this how they were raised or they had to be the grimy ass dude first, and then realize that being grimy just isn’t the business?
I believe anyone can change if they really wanted to. If a guy was a straight up slut, I do believe if he wanted to be the right man to the right woman he could definitely do it. He just would have to want it more for himself, than for her. There are some men that just are good men. Someone once told me it’s how a man was raised. I don’t fully agree with that theory. There are men that grew up with a respect for women because of their respect for their mothers. Then there are men that treat women like shit, but still value and respect moms. Same thing goes for men brought up with a father in their lives. I don’t think being a good man can necessarily be thought, but when you have great examples in your life I think you can definitely learn something. At the end of the day everything is up to you. How you treat women, how you respect yourself, how you handle your business.
So now the question on every woman’s lips: Where are all the good one’s hiding? We already established that there are some out there; we just can’t seem to find them. I got news flash ladies; we found them we’re just not focused on them. The same guy I was speaking to said “All women say they want a good man, but when they find one they say he’s boring”. I totally agree with this statement. Most women want a man that brings some sort of excitement into their lives. Majority of the time those are the n*ggas that got drama out the ass. Yes, I am saying that there are some women out there that are just addicted to drama shit. It makes you stay on your toes, it makes you show emotion. That’s what women want, but their looking for it in all the wrong places. Another News Flash: The really good men don’t have all that drama. So if it’s women calling your phone, baby momma slicing your tires, or him not calling you and shit. Well maybe you don’t need a good man. I’M JUST SAYING…
Holla at me: What are your thoughts on Good Men?
Not all brothas are marriage material. There are some you literally have to punch in the ball sack to get them to take you out the house. They fear the words “us” and “together”. If you even attempt to say “When I get married”…their asses are so quick to let you know it ain’t that kind of party. These are the “Only for a time” men. You can kick it with them.. you know have your fun, but when you decide you want something more you look the other way. Then you have the brothas that don’t shy away from commitment. They’ve done all they wanted to do and more and finally realized that finding that woman that makes them feel confident in love is better than any feeling in the world. They have no problem making that step with the right person. They know when it’s time ladies, sometimes they want to make sure that you’re ready.
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Loyalty, that’s the word that comes right after the big four letter word “Love”. Some may say they both coincide with each other. One may not be capable to have one without the other, in a safe or healthy relationship. People, have you ever wondered/questioned the loyalty of family, friends, & especially your significant other has for you? Well, that’s a question everyone thinks or asks themselves and will like to know the answer to before that big day one may say “I DO”.
There are some men that I wouldn’t allow to come anywhere near me. Not because I’m stuck up or anything, but you can just tell that certain folks are a few nuggets short of a ten piece. Now, even though I try to stay far away from the coo coo clock brothas, their asses still end up finding me. I must have the words “Love Me Some Crazy” etched on my forehead, and only the deranged ones can see it. There are some chicks that actually think a man putting a knife to her throat is the sexiest thing in the world. That makes me wonder; is crazy the new sexy?
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The other day I watched a father tow his daughter on his bicycle to school and it brought back memories. As far back as I can remember I have always been taken care of by men. Pause! Before you run with that, It’s not what you think. I’m talking about fond memories of being the only girl with ten male cousins and having one of my uncles waking me up in the morning to get ready for school, ironing my uniform and making me tea. Wait let me explain, I grew up with my grandmother, grandfather, and two uncles, never mind that all my male cousins lived in my district or that my next door neighbour’s grandson adopted me as his sister.
I literally grew up surrounded by men and inevitably I grew up a tomboy. Let’s not get it twisted my grandmother was VERY involved in my life and was an old school Church of God Christian who had me in church EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.OF.THE.WEEK. She would twist my hair and make me wear pink dresses and pink stockings (torture for a tomboy).
And If you grew up with your granny you KNOW that survival depends on how well you do what she says. Despite her efforts, after church upon reaching home, I would tear off my pink frills, put on my shorts and run over to the football field to be with the boys.