I like to think of myself as a pretty independent woman. I like to think, better put by The Pussycat Dolls,
I don’t need a man to make it happen. I get off bein’ free. I don’t need a man to make me feel good. I get off doin’ my thing. I don’t need a ring around my finger to make me feel complete. So let me break it down. I can get off when you ain’t around!
I’d been single for nearly 4 years when A. came into my life, and was loving every minute of it. Let’s make no mistake I wasn’t an angel by any means. I was having fun. Girls just wanna have fun.
As struck as I was by A. I never thought I would have a chance with him. Even in my wildest day dreams I never imagined we’d develop a relationship. He always gave me the vibe of someone who wasn’t ready to settle down, and I didn’t think I was ready either. Now looking back maybe I should have listened to that feeling in the back of my mind, but what fun would that have been?
I tried, I tried so hard to get this man to just glance my way. I wore the short, but still professional skirts. I tried to catch him on the same break and make painful small talk. I would try and be flirty in front of him. I mean I put in work, and received ZERO feedback. Now that’s not exactly what I’m accustomed to. People love me, but here this man was, the only man I seemed to now think existed in this dumed world, not even blinking my way. I almost gave up, I was damn near close to stop making a fool of myself; finally he woke up and noticed me.