I am working on my first erotic poetry book so I am giving you a snippet of my poetry leave comments… I can’t wait to share ” Summer Bliss” A poetry book of a woman rediscovering her sexual drive after years of being with one man who never fully awakened her inner passion until one summer when everything changed, after she met “Lover Boy”. The Summer is for fun so what more fun then having a Tornado in the sheets.
I am working on my first erotic poetry book so I am giving you a snippet of my poetry leave comments… I can’t wait to share ” Summer Bliss” A poetry book of a woman rediscovering her sexual drive after years of being with one man who never fully awakened her inner passion until one summer when everything changed, after she met “Lover Boy”.
Well I need your help in deciding which cover I should use for my book cover. My two choices are the same just with a minor change:
April is the annual awareness for STD . It’s very important that we practice safe sex. Even if your in a long term committed relationship make sure you get annually tested. I can still remember my freshman year in college almost 9 yrs ago. I can remember going to a meeting and the health office talking about practicing safe sex. At that point I was not having sex so I was listening, but not listening at the same time. When the nurse informed us that you can’t judge a book by its cover you never know if a person is affected or not affected. Make sure you wrap up! Continue reading “STD Awareness Month”→
We have escaped the realms of dating and moved straight to sleeping with someone. A simple getting to know someone has skipped all the proper elements, instead of establishing a title we settle for just talking. The common notion of having fun has stretch the terms “ I am not looking for a relationship” into a premature I just want to have sex.Continue reading “No SEX before Monogamy”→
I recently had a conversation with one of my cousin about when is it the right time to help get a car with your boyfriend (meaning you are financing his car) and putting him on your insurance. While I will admit I played house without having a ring, from cooking, having joint bank accounts, credit cards, and other things. I would never recommend anyone to do that without having a title. It’s a personal decision, but while your doing wife duties you are not his wife, as my father would say “why buy the cow when you get the milk for free.”
I am a romantic person at heart but since I am single this year, and I will not be receiving a bucket of flowers, a box of candy or any lovely suggestions even though I did get a v-day text this morning. I want to start my day by working out because loving me takes 365 days commitment. Plus its All Star Weekend, the only gift I want are tickets to the game maybe next year:)
I am going to give some Valentines Day suggestions for my lovely readers. I doesn’t matter if your single, dating, or in a new relationship or a season couple.
The moment when everything no longer make sense. Being with you is not logical. It can’t be a dream because reality will eventually hit me. I could never imagine in a million years that I would catch feeling for you. It’s not something I want, it’s not something I need. But its something that makes sense right now. I have no clue why being with you make sense to me. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. I see your body and it creates an eruption inside of my mind. My soul just wants to capture your pure essence. I am pretending I don’t care for you. I look at you knowing that deep down I am falling for you.
I rang in the New Year ready to date. Ready to just be out in the dating world again trying to discover what I want in a man. My previous relationship lasted for almost six years and it left me twisted, fragile, hurt, and scared to give another man my heart. I know my last relationship was not perfect it had many flaws, a lack of trust, and communication issues. I didn’t want to enter the dating world hurt or give another man my heart until I was fully healed within. I gave myself a year to remain single and to rediscover myself before embarking into the dating world.
The song that motivated me to finally move on was Beyonce- “Best Thing I Never Had”
After watching the ball drop in Time Square, I got a message on Instagram from a guy who being asking me out for a date a couple of times (Well it was not direct, but he implied). I’m being avoiding replying to his attempts because he is not my type. He is not my type at all! While I am not a person of looks, or status, I am a woman who has a type. I already know I want to avoid my old types the jerks, and cheaters. While I wanted to be optimistic about what this date will entail, I really didn’t want take part. But for a short moment I responded, “we should go out this Friday.” The convo actually went like this because I didn’t want to quote the wrong thing.
The pic that started the convo on Instagram :
Me: I’m ready for 2nite #city
Him: Where we at lol
Me: I’m in NY lol… where u at
Him: South beach
Me: I know ur having fun
Him: Not really am not partying with u
Me: Next time we can party together
Him: Tell me anything
Me: We should go out this Friday
Him: We can
Me: K that the plan.
I am a woman of my words, but quickly after saying yes with liquor in my system… I wanted to reschedule or cancel. I finally arrived back in Florida and it was Friday “Date Night.” I was not excited, nervous, I just wanted to get it over with. I imagine my first date being fill with excitement, instead I just wanted to get it over with.
The date almost didn’t happen, because I was sleeping and only woke up because I didn’t want to reschedule. While getting ready I didn’t want to be too sexy, or look too lazy, I just wanted to look like I’m going out with my friend. I just wanted to look comfortable. While getting ready I am texting my Latin papi R and asking him how I look. If I can choose he would be my date because I care for him. (Even though with him he will break my heart into a million pieces, because he was my first, my friend at times, plus he lives in NY.)
The outfit for my first date: (I got Latin Papi R approval)
While its time for the date to finally start, I had to pick him up. (His car was not working, and he suggested rescheduling, but I just wanted to get it over with.) When I picked him up, he had no idea of what he wanted us to do so I suggest we get something to eat. While driving to Benihanna to our first date we had a good car convo learn more about him that I didn’t know. I realize that next time I am going to drive to the location by myself with any future first date, because that awkward moment when your trying to have a good convo plus remain having a good convo while on the date. (Disclaimer first dates so this might not be true for future dates). The conversation was actually going well. It was nothing bad about the conversation, just learning more about each other. We arrive to our destination and already we were ready to seat and continue conversation.
It’s about to go down! I am an Instagram photo addict. I will confess, so once the date started I’m just clicking away from the chef, to taking a selfie. While taking a selfie he asked are you going to take a picture of us. I took a picture, but I didn’t want to upload the picture to Instagram, because I love taking pic of myself but I am trying to be very private with my personal life. I feel some aspects of my life should be private, plus we all know the golden rule “Be very carefully when posting pictures of new relationships, potential relationship or a simple date” because no one have time to answer a million and one questions.
(The chief was doing his thing)
Picture upload… instant response form best friend, and sisters via text and a left voice mail. While I am still on a date, but I could not ignore my phone. Well I didn’t want to ignore my phone.
Best F: -__- is he wearing gold teeth -___-
Me: Yes he is smh lol
Best F: -__- #done
Me: It’s nothing serious he been asking so finally said alright
Best F: Clearly hope so #nojudgement but come on
Me: Believe its nothing more
Best F: Imma have to smack u. I am only like 6 hours away
Me: no u don’t
Best F: -___- Hmph ight (puts black attitude away) going back to packing
Me: U know he is not my type but I figure what wrong with dinner
O it didn’t end their my sister was blowing up my phone, leaving me a voice mail.
Me: What happen
Sister: Voice Mail
Me: I heard it… Y’all are crazy
Sister: Delete Delete Delete Delete
Flee the scene
Sister: We’re so serious
I didn’t think he was that hideous
Me: I told u he was not my type u said go for it
Sister: Omg but this is something else
Me: Ok you should listen to me when I say my comments
Sister: Well on the bright side I am happy you got your feet wet
I wish I could play the voice mail… It was hilarious.
It didn’t stop their I forgot I had my Instagram account link to Facebook, that was another round of being like who this? Even people who didn’t respond said they were thinking who is this guy.
So that picture got deleted on Facebook, and Instagram. (I already told him I might not keep it up).
I was not ready for so many questions!
O I was not ready, lesson learn never post a picture of a first date ever.
We have not been on another date since then.
He was not a bad guy; he was just not the guy for me!