Get Over It???

...these accounts are real. in some cases the names and identities of particular persons and places have been changed to protect both the innocent and the guilty...

i've been on the scene for the better part of two years now. during that time i've seen a lot of things and met a lot of people of the feminine persuasion... correction: forget all that persuasion stuff, they were REAL women (just in case ur mind was wondering into some weird buckheadian zone... "not that there's anything wrong with that"). i don't know what the true ratio of single women to single men is, but i do know that it is a completely different ratio than that of "eligible" women to men...

what i'll venture to do in the space below is tackle a couple of subjects by giving both our perspective and what we think about women's perspective

***DISCLAIMER***
i DO NOT speak for all men, nor in most cases do i even speak for myself. what i do umm... do is share what i've experienced to be the opinions of all most of us

1) I'M MARRIED

i, more often than not, see the fact that i'm married as an inconvenience made necessary by your refusal to shut up and settle for s.o. status. that tenuous (at best) commitment is easily cast aside at the sight of a nice ass in a sundress proverbial brickhouse. i am NOT sorry unless and until i get caught, and even then my remorse is directly proportional to your ability to make me understand that you are not the one that will be cheated on

ya'll, waaaay more often than not, will pay lip service to the idea of never messing with a married man, only to eventually pay lip service and tongue and hopefully not teeth to my married "man"... what i mean is that much like a small drip will eventually carve a hole in a mountain, the persistence of my married brethren with their incessant compliments and advances will eventually crack the wall you worked so tirelessly to erect. once cracked, it's simply a matter of time until the whole thing comes crashing down, along with your panties

2) I'M BROKE

whether it's because life has truly dealt me a string of bad hands made more likely by the fact that i'm a black man in america, or simply by virtue of the fact that i'm basically a lazy @ss bastard who refuses to hold down a job that requires me to show up more than twice a week with weekends off, being broke severely limits the "quality" of woman i aspire to meet. because of the ridiculous ratio of vajayjay to manmeat, its just good math to expect that somebody will foot the bill for my sorry ass me, but she is more a renewable resource than a permanent partner

depends on the woman... some of ya'll hold steadfast to no pay, no lay... no finance, no romance politics... others are more flexible and willing to "work with" us, only to eventually grow tired and frustrated by my brok-osity... while still others come into a situation fully expecting, and fully willing to open up their purse, house, legs, and mouth to the next thing with a six pack and a bald head that says hi

**bonus info**: i'm 49 years old, shouldn't i have met at least some of my "potential" by now?

3) I'M A HOE

a common garden tool, a virtual punani predator that goes to and fro, seeking whom i may devour. it's not because i'm a bad man. i'm a good man. i'm just doing what comes natural to me, what feels right. my daddy did it. my homeys do it. i'm gonna do it. get over it. your best bet is to subscribe to the whole "ignorance is bliss" notion, turn a blind eye and a deaf ear, and continue to think that your the one in your crew not being cheated on (smh)

doesn't matter what u'd think, because you're not gonna know. i'll spend enough time and energy making sure that i cover my tracks sufficiently for you to still feel like number one, if not the only one... or maybe you're the girl who does know because you heard about me, and that curiosity is enough for you to throw caution to the wind, if only for one night (r.i.p. Luther). if i can have tracey acting like that, hat must i be working with???

with all of that said, isn't it fair to think that if women became less tolerant, then we would forced as a gender across the board to step up to the plate and bring more to the table than a dick and a bag of skittles... is it fairer to think that women who refuse to settle for less invariably end up with nothing/nobody at all. the hole thing makes my head hurt... and how many licks DOES it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop