I’ll be dressed to the nines; shoes- check, bag-check, hair-check, I quickly turn around to do the booty check (I know I’m not the only one who does this), everything is in place, and I feel right. I’m out; the vibe is right, but at the end of the evening, no green lights, a few yellows, and a whole bunch of reds.
I don’t go out very often and when I do, I always step out with the thought in my mind that “you don’t meet good men in the club anyways, so just do you”, this thinking leaves me rocking a mean mug the entire night. So basically I pay a cover charge to front- Who am I fooling? While the club is not the ideal place to meet a man, what place really is? “Good” or “bad” my testosterone overflowing counterparts are everywhere. And who am I to exclude a man from my waiting list simply because we’re in a nightclub?
Another area I think a lot of people (male & female) front in is the Internet. I’m always hearing from flocks of females that “ you can’t trust anyone on the Internet”. Hell, there is even a t-shirt that says, “You look better on MySpace”. But just like the Internet is a hit and miss, so are dating services, and real life. While you may have the looks of a person pinned down in a real life situation, it is near impossible to scrutinize a person’s character until you’ve met a few times. Now whether you’ve initially met online or in person, I’d say that the playing field is equal. Again, because you’ve got mad type game, and I haven’t seen you in person, but I’m feeling you, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t make room on my list.
As I slowly leave mid-twenty-dom approaching my thirties, I’m beginning to change one thing about me- my smile. Smiles are for free, whether I’m about to give you a green, yellow or red light, I do so like a lady. Not necessarily letting the guard down, a smile, can ward off getting cussed out, and may encourage a yellow light who has green light potential to try harder. Whether T-pain, Flav, or Shabba approaches me – I smile. Whether
I end the night with no numbers- I smile. Life is too short, and ladies we’re too cute to be rocking a screw face with that new pair of shoes or bag. SHC family, what is your take on meeting folks online or at a club? Is it a recipe for disaster? Or is keeping an open mind key?
I know there was 2 comments on this before, but i lost the post sorry guys i had to re add it again..