| Dating Resume Objective Searching for Mr. Right (But I'll settle for Mr. Right Now) for meaningful (not sure what meaning) relationship for a duration of time. Experience 1994-2002 - Active Dating *Dancing and singing *Maitained active partying group of friends *Employed full time so as not to be left without the stunning outfits 2002 - Live -In Girlfriend *Cleaned and maintained home *Available for consumption (although never tested) *Employed full time so as to have an excuse to get out of the house 2002-Present - Active Dating... Again *See above "Active Dating" and subtrack full time job Skills *Office skills to allow me to run all the financial and orginizational aspects of life so that the men in my life may persue their love of PS2 *Witty and morbid sense of humor *Creative thinker on places to go *Natural good luck charm References Skyler - 1987 "Someone double-dared me to be her boyfriend so I had to. But I dumped her after ten seconds." Bradley - 1994 & 1997 "For some reason, she only looks appealing when I already have a girlfriend so I have to see her on the side. Wait. Uh, Kristen's not going to be able to read this, right?" Thomas - 2002 "Yeah, she was sweet and stuff. Cooked good , too! But I think she might be an evil witch sent from Satan to pollute my brain. She does wierd things. Plus I think I might be gay." Random Men - 1994-Present "Sweet! Check out her tits!" CLICK HERE FOR LARGER VIEW |
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By ADGere
His girl that we call,”Gymmie”, is really nice, cool, pretty, smart, established and very
good to him. The reason we call her that is because even though he met her when we
were at The Essence Festival a while back in New Orleans, she actually lives in The Bay
Area and goes to the same gym as he does. They both have been going to the 24 Hour
Fitness gym in San Pablo California for at least three years before they met, but I guess
they were missing each other or something for that length of time, kept them apart until
they met down in Nawlins’. We often joke that he had to go a thousand miles to find a
woman that lives and grew up less than two miles from him, and they met by chance on
Bourbon Street with enough black folks there to make an old school Tarzan Movie look
like my home environment in Marin County California. Anyways, we were at her hair shop
and a few of her friends that are also clients came in to get made up for the weekend, and
seen us in there while he was bringing her a sandwich and struck a conversation. As the
saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and all of Gymmie friends were and are top
notch. From the outside looking in, they had and have it goin on, and in the most classiest
way, flaunt it without showing it off for all to see, which is hard. Their tips and toes are
always impeccable; they have great careers, drive nice cars, show no obvious signs of
being in the grasp of some fatal or mind altering
vices, not much baggage and own their own homes somewhere in the San Francisco Bay
Area. What’s really cool and rare is that all four of them have been there and done that in
their early lives as far as dating, and could more than likely write a book on what’s its
like to be what they were and wish not to be in the future. Each of them had the fly guys
that can get you in the hottest nightspot, had the D-boys with toys that showed them off,
the men that pampered them but didn’t give a rats ass about them, the good one that
actually cared and loved them for them but got away because they weren’t who they
said they were at the time and last but not least, the males that used and abused them
because they selected the one that didn’t care about them because they didn’t care
about themselves. So in my opinion, they were and are pretty much well rounded in
the dating scene, but now have established themselves to themselves, and hold their
own identity well beyond the photo on their drivers’ license. Now every now and again
when I see them, the one thing you can always hear them talking about is, men. Not
bashing men mind you, but the lack there of that claim to be something they are not,
and are actually something else out of ignorance. Though I also find all of these
women very attractive, they are not my type. Maybe back in the day when I was in
search of some eye candy or just a booty call or something, but realistically in the
grand ole scheme of things, they are not what do it for me when I am not thinking
about thinking about my fantasy woman. It has nothing to do with them really, but
more on the lines of what stimulates me and turns me on naturally. Now they feel
the same way about me, and more or less think the world of me, but see me more
as off limits because we are friends, both of our friends date each other, and we are
associated with some of the same people. I am not sure if I have ever written this
or not, but if you are a male and I know you, not of you but know you, and you are or
have dated someone I have just met, I will never date, sleep with or go out with that
person. It’s too weird to me, and unless lightening strikes me down with this
epiphany or a definite sign from God that I am suppose to be with this person, I will
never cross that line for personal reasons. I had someone do that to me, and
internally, I to this day, have never forgiven them.
So now while listening to my newest Moodsetter disc I entitled,” Commercial Free”,
I am recalling the conversation I had with the notorious “Bitch Brigade” and doing
my best to inform you on some reality television in text. Now if you really read one
of my previous theories called “I.E. ….shh”, you remember me butting in on a room
full of females having a hen party, and basically having my head served back to me
on some Waterford China. I learned my lesson from that, trust me, and basically
answered yes and no, and let my BFF walk right in to this train wreck waiting to
happen. I wasn’t going to let him go too far because I am not sure he knew what he
was getting into, but hey, this shit was going to be interesting, a learning experience
and fun if we just shut the hell up, paid attention and listened to the opinions from the
opposite sex. One of the women, not just a fine female, but a woman was talking
about how she has invested, not just spent, but invested some time into this guy and
how she could tell he wasn’t going to cut it. How he was still searching for himself,
and thought he could find himself or his identity in the female company he carried or
carried him, depending on how you look at it. Now in some way I think that’s not all
that bad because remember, birds of a feather do flock together, but I can totally
understand her point on independence on the role she feels a man should play in
what he brings to the table when its time to eat.
By ADGere
His girl that we call,”Gymmie”, is really nice, cool, pretty, smart, established and very
good to him. The reason we call her that is because even though he met her when we
were at The Essence Festival a while back in New Orleans, she actually lives in The Bay
Area and goes to the same gym as he does. They both have been going to the 24 Hour
Fitness gym in San Pablo California for at least three years before they met, but I guess
they were missing each other or something for that length of time, kept them apart until
they met down in Nawlins’. We often joke that he had to go a thousand miles to find a
woman that lives and grew up less than two miles from him, and they met by chance on
Bourbon Street with enough black folks there to make an old school Tarzan Movie look
like my home environment in Marin County California. Anyways, we were at her hair shop
and a few of her friends that are also clients came in to get made up for the weekend, and
seen us in there while he was bringing her a sandwich and struck a conversation. As the
saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and all of Gymmie friends were and are top
notch. From the outside looking in, they had and have it goin on, and in the most classiest
way, flaunt it without showing it off for all to see, which is hard. Their tips and toes are
always impeccable; they have great careers, drive nice cars, show no obvious signs of
being in the grasp of some fatal or mind altering
vices, not much baggage and own their own homes somewhere in the San Francisco Bay
Area. What’s really cool and rare is that all four of them have been there and done that in
their early lives as far as dating, and could more than likely write a book on what’s its
like to be what they were and wish not to be in the future. Each of them had the fly guys
that can get you in the hottest nightspot, had the D-boys with toys that showed them off,
the men that pampered them but didn’t give a rats ass about them, the good one that
actually cared and loved them for them but got away because they weren’t who they
said they were at the time and last but not least, the males that used and abused them
because they selected the one that didn’t care about them because they didn’t care
about themselves. So in my opinion, they were and are pretty much well rounded in
the dating scene, but now have established themselves to themselves, and hold their
own identity well beyond the photo on their drivers’ license. Now every now and again
when I see them, the one thing you can always hear them talking about is, men. Not
bashing men mind you, but the lack there of that claim to be something they are not,
and are actually something else out of ignorance. Though I also find all of these
women very attractive, they are not my type. Maybe back in the day when I was in
search of some eye candy or just a booty call or something, but realistically in the
grand ole scheme of things, they are not what do it for me when I am not thinking
about thinking about my fantasy woman. It has nothing to do with them really, but
more on the lines of what stimulates me and turns me on naturally. Now they feel
the same way about me, and more or less think the world of me, but see me more
as off limits because we are friends, both of our friends date each other, and we are
associated with some of the same people. I am not sure if I have ever written this
or not, but if you are a male and I know you, not of you but know you, and you are or
have dated someone I have just met, I will never date, sleep with or go out with that
person. It’s too weird to me, and unless lightening strikes me down with this
epiphany or a definite sign from God that I am suppose to be with this person, I will
never cross that line for personal reasons. I had someone do that to me, and
internally, I to this day, have never forgiven them.
So now while listening to my newest Moodsetter disc I entitled,” Commercial Free”,
I am recalling the conversation I had with the notorious “Bitch Brigade” and doing
my best to inform you on some reality television in text. Now if you really read one
of my previous theories called “I.E. ….shh”, you remember me butting in on a room
full of females having a hen party, and basically having my head served back to me
on some Waterford China. I learned my lesson from that, trust me, and basically
answered yes and no, and let my BFF walk right in to this train wreck waiting to
happen. I wasn’t going to let him go too far because I am not sure he knew what he
was getting into, but hey, this shit was going to be interesting, a learning experience
and fun if we just shut the hell up, paid attention and listened to the opinions from the
opposite sex. One of the women, not just a fine female, but a woman was talking
about how she has invested, not just spent, but invested some time into this guy and
how she could tell he wasn’t going to cut it. How he was still searching for himself,
and thought he could find himself or his identity in the female company he carried or
carried him, depending on how you look at it. Now in some way I think that’s not all
that bad because remember, birds of a feather do flock together, but I can totally
understand her point on independence on the role she feels a man should play in
what he brings to the table when its time to eat.