Day 29

So I have been on a little hiatus, but it is all good.  My perfect husband will want intimacy.  Intimacy is not sex but being close and on one accord. 

Day 25

"And even after all my logic and my theory, I add a muthaf**ker so you ignant niggas hear me."

-Zealots

The Fugees

Lauryn Hill's Verse

I really want my future husband to be able to move from culture to culture and still fit it.  This man in this video, speaks very Black Urban but he is also very intelligent in what he is saying.  

I know, this isn't exactly how I envision my perfect husband but bear/bare with me.

Below would definitely be another side!

Day 23

Please take a moment and listen to the following songs:

I can honestly say that I used to listen to Belle Perez's song "Hello World" everyday before I went to school.

I want my perfect husband to understand that I am me and to love me for me.  This post is pretty self-explanatory.

Day 22- SideNote

True Love can NEVER forsake you!

This has been my favorite song since it came out.   I always thought I knew what she was talking it but after this past relationship, if we can even call if that, I truly understand what she was singing about.  

I want my husband to be able to recognize TRUE LOVE!

I believe that I had to go through this last relationship so that I could realize what True Love was versus what lust is. Or even better, I was in love with the idea of true love.  

Whether my husband has to go through what I had to endure to realize what true love is or if he just innately can, I want him to be able to recognize it.  

Day 21

So, today has been very hectic but I made it!  I want a man who is in tune with God.  I need a husband who understands that it is okay, as a matter of fact, a great thing to cry out to the Lord.

A man that realizes that he is absolutely NOTHING without the Lord God, is the correct man for me.  :)

That sums up this post.

Day 20

My apologies:  I am sincerely sorry that for the past two weeks my posts have been sporadic, at best.  I have been suffering with my Crohn's Disease flare ups.  They really suck but I have promised myself that I will try to keep up with life.

I washed my hair yesterday.  And my naturally curly coif was just as beautiful as I remembered.  I have been battling within myself about my hair.  Whether to rock my curly fro or keep that Dominican Blow Out!  I have decided to do either.  I will do what I feel like and not let society dictate how I rock my hair.  Boaw!

Please watch this following clip:

I want my husband to be pro-black, pro-people, pro-diversity, and pro-multicultural.  I think it is very important to be conscious of our past.  It doesn't matter if you are black, white, Mexican, Chinese, etc.  Respect your past and your ancestors.

Respect your women.

I will definitely be elaborating on this throughout the month of October, so please stay posted, and again, I apologize for my absence.  

Day 18

No, silly Billy, I didn't forget about you!  I have Crohn's Disease and I was ill this week.

Ponder this:


It fits, but it won’t open the damn door,
No matter how hard I jerk and jiggle the key.
And, yet, you insist that this is the right one
But, take it and try to open the door, you’ll see.

You’ve made a mistake this time,
And I say this with the utmost respect.
You either gave me the “wrong” key
Or this “right” key has a defect.

So spare me the litany of questions
Because I’m frustrated and I’m tired
Yes, I inserted, turned, but it wouldn’t open
Not that much thought was required.

It’s clear I’m not getting far here,
So, I’ll go back, on my own, and try once more.
Because you’re wrong – there’s a problem with this key
I think I tried the right door.

written by Stephanie G. Johnson

Day 13

My Perfect Husband will be aggressive but not overly aggressive a.k.a. Rough for No Reason!

Story-time:

So last night I went to a party and after a few drinks I decided that it was time to dance.  I danced and danced and danced until finally I danced with this one guy who will remain nameless.  He danced with me like he would never get another dance again and after that dance, he won't get another one from me.  Instead of me letting control the dance, this tall, wobbly, dude pelvic thrusted me, which caused me to fall.  Of course, everyone wanted me to get right up and find somewhere to sit because they thought I was drunk- I was-  BUT that isn't why I fell.  I was pushed- or thrusted. :(  Whatever it was it was absolutely unnecessary.  Needless to say, it completely turned me off from him.  He will be lucky if he gets a hello or goodbye from me ever again.

Moral of the story:  Don't ever pelvic thrust me when dancing, idiot!

Funny YouTube Video: