Meeting A Married Man

I did something really, really, really stoooooopid over the weekend.

I was at a party. One of my gfs introduces me to a guy that she is dating. I say hello, how are you? But we have met!

I'm cheesy cheesin, but no one else is smiling. No one.

My gf tries to play it cool but it is clear that the fella is not amused. I have not met him.

Actually, I have met another guy who looks very similar.

Dayuuuuum!

Once I realized that I have made a major error, I feel bad. Well, I feel awful. I'm hoping that my foot-inserted-into-mouf move does not ruin her evening.

But then I find out that the fella is married and I feel a little bit better because how in the heckypoo can he be made at who he prolly thinks is her big mouf girlfriend (ME!) if he has a wife at home.

My other gf turns to me and says, "Girl, if people trying to cheat, they cannot bring people around you."

Ummmm, maybe not. LOLOLOLO

This was clearly a blunder, a I-have-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up move.

The next day, I found out that the evening was not disastrous for her and I was happy that I didn't ruin her evening.

But have you ever totally made a blunder when meeting someone and given away cheating secrets LOLOLOL? Has this ever happened to you or have you ever done this to someone? Tell me.

Do You Write Love Notes?

If you are in a loving relationship or want your relationship to be better, you should try writing a note or poem to express your feelings.

Well, at least I think so. Call me corny, corndog, cornish hen -- whatever, but I think it is sweet! LOLOLOL

I imagine waking up after a romantic evening with a love note on my pillow left by a thoughtful partner/lover/friend. And oh, yea and the scent of his cologne lingers.

Yea, I would love that, but actually that is what just happened to one of the characters in "Choosing Mr. Wrong." She loved it!

Have I told you
that you mean a lot to me?

Have I told you
that you're my world?

Have I told you
that without you I'm nothing?

Have I told you
that I love you?

Here's a love poem written by a poet who refers to him or herself as "Just A Pretty Face." It's simple, but I love it!

Do you write love notes or poems for your mate? Why or why not?

He Can't Afford To Take Me Out?

My mind is racing. Heck, I feel like one side of my brain is in competition with the other half. The logical side says, "Go on about your business!" but the emotional side says, "Give him a chance!"

The conversation I had with Chris last night really makes me think he doesn't want to be seen in public with me. I have picked up a little weight. Well, I have actually picked up 20 pounds.

His conversation about falling on a tough financial situation threw me for a loop. We went out a few times when we first met but then it came to a screeeeeeching halt. I kinda figured his money was funny. Shit, who am I fooling? I knew his money was a full-fledge comedy act that had people doubling over with laughter in the crowd.

I may not feel as confident about my appearance after gaining 20 pounds, but I should be able to attract a man who wants to date me, treat me, take me out on the town.

Shit! He probably wants to just have me in his life for sex, but I have done the friends-with-boners all the time routine, and I really want something more.

More of what is the question, though.

More time, more sex, more money, more love, more patience, more understanding, more compassion. I just want more!

If Chris doesn't have the money to take me out, my financial situation allows me the wiggle room to pick up the tab.

I've only known him a month and I sure don't want to send the wrong message. I don't want to be the masculine energy in the relationship. I don't wanna have to pick up the tab ALL the dayuuuum time.

I'm attracted to him, and I am definitely not attracted to most of the men I meet.

Buzzzzz! Buzzzzz! Ding! Dong! Buzzzz! Buzzzz!

The alarm on my cell phone invades my deep thoughts. I try to give myself 10 minutes to sit and think with myself daily. That's what my high-priced therapist told me to do.

As I walk over to the mirror and greet my reflection, I am not feeling the best about my decision, but it is what it is...I am not getting any younger sooooo.....

I am going to give it at least 30 days. For now, I will pick up the tab, but I sure hope he gets a job soon.

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This was written in the voice of Denae, a character in "Choosing Mr. Wrong."

Good Place To Meet Men? Ummm Strip Club

I did something this past weekend that I have never done before in my life. I went out by myself.

Don't get me wrong. I will go to a movie and even to dinner by myself and to destress. In fact, I did a lot of going to dinner by myself at the end of my marriage because I needed to think and I didn't need anybody in my ear telling me nuttin.

Any who.

I had been invited to a birthday party and I have made a vow to myself to be more diligent in the promises that I make. When I got the text, I shot one right back --"I will be there!"

My friend's party was at a place that I felt comfortable, so it wasn't the neighborhood that made me uneasy, heck, queasy. It was the thought of going to a party by myself. Here I am a 38 year old woman and I have never gone out by myself. Wow!

But when I set foot out of my car, I put my game face on. Heck, nuttin to it but to do it, is the mentality I took.

And actually it was OK. When I got there I saw one of my high school classmates who I hadn't seen in a long time so we jacked our jaws most of the evening. I also knew other people at the party so I chat a tatted with them as well. Easy as 1-2-3.

But then when I told other women that I had gone out by myself, they told me they do it all the time. Well, I guess I'm a late bloomer. That shiggidy was a first for me. I was a going-out-by-myself-virgin until Friday! LOLOLOLOLOL

Most people told me they prefer to go out alone. OOOOOKKK, but not me!

Then one girl told me I should go to a strip club. I respond, "By myself, hecky naw!"

She shoots back, "No, not by yourself, but with another girlfriend."

I give her a long blank stare because I'm waiting on the 5 Ws -- who, what, when, where, and most importantly why?

"It's a great place to meet men!" she says.

Wowsa, I think. Here I am a going-out-for-the first-time by myself virgin and she is suggesting that I go to a strip club to meet men.

Ummmm, what happened to the grocery store or library or park? LOLOLOLOL

It may be a fun adventure and hopefully before I'm tooo old and fuddy duddy, I will muster up enough nerves to do it.

But is the strip club a good place to meet men?