"I'd like to see you before I leave tomorrow."
I was mad I didn't see him before I left. I meant today. He thought I meant yesterday.
I'm kinda sad because I really miss him.
Point being, you never really know what the other person heard.
We had a spat and that shit left me feeling bad. What if something happens while I'm gone?
I should say I'm sorry. I miss you. If I get into an accident and go into a coma just know that I went being in love with you.
That's what I should say.
Maybe I will.
This shit goes a good amount deeper than just me and B. It's really about B and other women.
About me feeling slightly inadequate and acting in that, but also being the type of chick that would give you her last just because.
Even when I'm mad and want to say whatever I'm thinking and get shit off my chest and maybe roll my neck a little, I've gone back into "just don't say shit" mode. At least partially.
Today, I didn't. And I snapped prematurely. Now I have to apologize, because it's driving me crazy.
But I wouldn't want to be with a man that I didn't want to apologize to. If I don't want to apologize, he's a soft ass and will take my shit. What woman wants that?
That or I've been dicked into submission.
I thought he was
a realer kinda dude
but in reality he was
really kinda full of shit
just like these other kinda dudes
Which was cool too
But for some other kinda bitch
Cuz this kind don't have the time
For his kinda bull shit.
Not today anyway.
Maybe catch me on the flip
The other side
Or the next life time
Is for the birds.
I wasn't there.
He was five minutes early.
I miss him. Just saw him yesterday. Big difference between seeing and seeing though.
I need some of those kisses.
When he does stuff like that, I wanna drop the "L" word.
At the end of every day when I text him goodnight, I want to say "Good night baby. I **** you. Sweet dreams."
And in the morning, when I wish him a beautiful day: Good morning snugglemuffin. Have a great day. I **** you. Kiss the kids for me.
Other times I snap out of my non-reality before the clouds cover my dream world. I know I can't say it. The best I can do is offer first to cook for him, second to bring something. If he's not hungry, I offer my presence and my kisses that he's come to expect.
But I can't say the realest thing on my mind.
Donny Hathaway can. And Stevie can. But C. Noelle is at a loss for words.
What if I do say it and he didn't even expect it (even after six months) and it freaks him out and he won't answer my calls? Then what?
And nothing hurts.
But I always wanted to give back in some way.
I figured I'd just work at a non-profit.
Everyone thinks English majors should teach.
Nevermind what we actually wanted to do with that degree; the only option is to teach school.
I didn't want to.
Every time someone asked I said "Oh heeeeell no!"
Until he mentioned it.
He said "Babe...I know you didn't get that degree to work at *******"
He was right, of course, but for me this job is a pit stop.
There's insurance and a nice discount, but it's getting to the point where the money isn't enough. I'm ready to move out and not have my phone bill be a strain on me.
I want to take a trip next week. $130. I don't have phone bill money, money to pay for that, eat, spend, and pay my Gap bill.
Not a whole lot, actually, but I don't have it.
So...why not teach? Something to do. A way to give back. And I can get my certs in far less time than it would have taken to get an education degree. The sub course is...$150 max.
Sounds like a plan, stan.
It's always good to be with someone who makes you want to do more. Better.
Sounds good..."More. Better. Love."
Be lookin' out for that...
Then I changed my mind.
I had another revelation today about why I love him.
Aside from the fact that he's so damn good looking and his smile just makes my day every time.
And Seven jeans.
And the passion he has for those kids.
After all that.
He cares about me.
He opens all the doors and he makes sure I have simple shit.
Like something to eat before I go to work.
And his last two dollars.
But sometimes I wonder...
He makes me happy though.
Rubs my head and lulls me to sleep...lets me lie on his chest even though I know his arm is going to sleep...gives me morning breath kisses even after he's brushed his teeth...
And most of the time I go to sleep smiling.
Now the skies could fall...not even if my boss should call...the world it seems so very small...
When we're kids all we want is to drive and do whatever grown-ups to. As adults, all we want is ants on a log and nap time (which studies have shown increases productivity in the workplace).
I personally don't mind being an adult though. I can dress myself (although I do have to lay out my clothes and bathe at night), and drive a car, and go to work every day (which actually kind of sucks).
Either way, I'm alive and childless so I win right?
Except for the moments when I feel like my youth is fleeting. When I feel like 23 is really 50 and I haven't started saving for retirement. I'm not in a serious relationship (whatever that is). I'm not married or even really almost. My job suddenly feels dead-end and other people have done soooo much more with the same number of years than I have. Some with less.
What is my contribution to society? Whose life have I made better through the use of mine? Why can't I get a man to fall hopelessly in love with me like every other woman I know seems to be able to?
Those are the moments when ants on a log is better. When I'd rather have a nap and learn to use purple plastic safety scissors than do morning paperwork.
But alas, this is my lot.
And by the way, what dumbass backs into an angled space? How do you not notice that you'll be going up the down when you leave?
But I seriously think I'd prefer to be doing this from my phone.
Doesn't matter. It IS a shout out to my laziness, though.
I need to eat.
And go to work.
Starting in the afternoon is like a mini day off for me, really. I can sit around and not do shit until I get ready. And watch Maury.
How the hell do you test three men at once and NONE of them be the father? Like...you're bold enough to bring three men on national TV but not four?
Did you forget?
Or maybe your math was wrong.
I don't even know, yo.
So...I'm dating an old man now.
Not that anyone reads this blog to care, but whatever.
Oh shit...I don't think I'm posting this link on Facebook. I forgot that who I'm dating is nobody's business.
Anyway, I love him a whole lot. He's always on my mind, and every time I do something it's with him in mind. Would he like it? Does he mind if...
And he likes me for everything about me.
Because I know he hates my shoes but it never stops me from buying them. Because no matter what I'm cooking I think about his needs and the fact that he only likes ground beef.
He said "Babe those pants are granny as hell."
And I said "So?! They're comfortable!"
"And that's why I dig you chick. You don't give a fuck what I think."
He rubs my head in bed and kisses my neck.
I think that was the third thing he did that got me wrapped up though. He talked about his kids, he gave me his last $2, and he rubbed my head.
What more can a chick ask for?
Some of it is good, some could be better.
Either way, here's one.
It wasn't Jay-Z
and it wasn't Lil Wayne
MC Such and Such
Young This and That...
It wasn't a groundbreaking young
with the metaphors
of several grown men.
It was a live band
and shaking Black Thought's hand
and showing him my head
under that big scribbled scarf
and realizing that larger than life
is shorter than me
but thank God that height don't
determine the strength of a true emcee.
It was feeling the energy surge
cuz they know all the lyrics
and seeing lighters up
when their hero spit them lines.
My hip hop's president
is not Black
and cannot believe
that the one drop rule
continues to apply
but it loves him no less
because he's got a hip hop state of mind.
It was checking for some new emcee
on the strength of an e-mail
and 2 years later
almost becoming a groupie
even though that male
never came through.
But I'm glad that I've found myself
I am better for it.
I think I started that one at the Elzhi show and finished or edited it @ Prince Poe. I think.
Not my favorite, but also raw and unedited.