We wanted to know ‘DO YOU LOVE HER’? He could not answer the question. We weren’t interested in his explanations of commitment, or the “I got love for her” pretexts. Jerome had every excuse in the book about what love was and what it wasn’t, and he tried his best to elude the million-dollar question: DO YOU LOVE HER?! As one might guess, we all grew more annoyed and angrier by the minute. Jerome tried to convince us that he only had responded to his ‘girl-friend’ in that way, because she had said it first. And then we spent the next 30 minutes discussing those very important three words he had uttered at the end of the conversation. For thirty minutes we went back and forth on who was on the other end of the line. I was within ear-shot of the conversation and I heard the low faint words “I love you” as he ended the conversation. We all took the cue and complete silence befell the room immediately when we discovered the depth of the conversation. Amidst the good cheer, tear-jerking standup comedy from yours truly, and good eats, one of our male friends received a call from his ‘girl-friend’ or girlfriend.
Five degrees of separation windows#
The lyrics to Jazmine Sullivan’s I Bust the Windows rang true on Friday night when chillin’ with my friends. I just can’t decide whether it’s better to have love and lost or to have never loved at all. More importantly, what if I just don’t like that person anymore? What if I don’t love that person anymore? What if I become a cougar (gosh, I hope not!), chasing after young men half my age? What if he comes into the room and tells me he didn’t love me anymore? What if he leaves me for someone who looks like me today? I worry that I won’t be able to cope with the loss.
It saddens me to think that he was hers for so long, and now she must live the rest of her life without him. What will happen if I give my love wholly and fully, and this person dies? What if he dies after 40 years of marriage? Or one day of marriage? My friend's mother was married to his father for over 30 years before he passed away. I am really not sure I want to stick around someone for that long. On the other hand, I don’t know if I want to commit to a relationship FOREVER! Last month, I went to a friend’s wedding, and when the guests played, “Who’s been married the longest?” game, a feeling of dread and despair came over me! It suddenly occurred to me that my friends had only been married for three hours! They’ve got to last at least 37 years to meet the couples still standing. I want a partner in crime someone with whom life just flows. I want to right some of the wrongs I feel my immigrant parents made because they didn’t know any better or know to care. I want to share my life with someone, and raise children with them. The early stages when we share the giddy feelings, butterflies in the stomach, and daydreams are always nice.īut there is conflict within. Because I have such a great group of friends, I am content with the single life I lead. Let’s put our experience to work, ladies! In the words of the ever so eloquent Jay Z: It’s the same s&!t, just a different toilet. With all that we, as women, have to put up with, why oh why, are we not doctors by now? Why are we not experts? Why do we still put up with the same lame excuses and then, turn around and make excuses for them? They don’t even have to try or work at anything because we’re so ready to give them an excuse or a reason for rejecting us over and over again. Sure, I have the capability of diagnosing BS whenever it is flung in my path. Now that I have this degree, I am beside myself because I’m not really sure what to do with it.
Five degrees of separation how to#
One guy is crying a river right now because he didn’t know how to handle my love when he had it. Yet, he waits over three years to reveal this to me. One guy told me that he felt like I didn’t know what I wanted. But guess what, he hasn’t asked me for my number again to make sure he gets the text this time. He found me on Facebook, though, within an hour of us parting ways. One guy told me that his phone was dead and he didn’t get the text I sent him. But guess what, he hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet. He has no worries with me and he’s totally comfortable with me. One guy told me that he liked me and felt safe with me. But guess what, he has never asked me to be his girlfriend in the seven years I’ve known him. And that when he thinks about marriage, it’s me he thinks of. I had one guy tell me that he loved me and he could only see himself with me. Sometimes this BS can be spewed differently depending on the foul-mouthed negro it comes from.