Comeback Senoritas and Muchachos I have forsaken you and have not been updating regularly. But for the best reason known to man. What had happened was, while I was figuring out in what direction to take this blog (which coincidentally was during the time I suggested to boyfriend at-large that we take a hiatus and see other people (yes thats right), I had an Epiphany.
I’ve written in the past about some of my relative career successes. I’ve also blogged in the past about how I suckcould stand some improvement at making relationships work. New Years Eve will start the official countdown to “How To Find And Date A Good Black Man In 65 Days”.
You may ask (or not) “Why 65 days Comeback Girl. And what the hell happened to this whirlwind of a romance you were supposed to have with great sex and holiday reconnection with “O” ?
Well Kids 65 days seems both realistic and substantial enough to have reached some Oprah Ah Ha moments and, as you know Comeback Girl has been doing alot of personal reflection.
Firstly, “O” is acting VERY brand new and hella strange, he’s been home almost a week and can barely fix his fingers to dial any of my numbers particularly on Christmas. Which is a huge departure from all these great plans (which he came up with on his own) about the trip to Chicago we’d take together (to pick up his new car-of which SURPRISE was there when I saw him on Saturday) and the time we’d spend getting things (“back on track” his words) when he got home from school. Hence my discussion yesterday about seeing other people which had him highly agitated with an abrupt end to a phone call.
Next to his behavior, of which I’ve tried to delicately probe and after being stood up once (Sunday-he says he was pulled over for speeding tickets and taken to “Hill Street Blues”-I had to find this out on Monday evening) and doing all of the attempts at “reconnecting”, maybe I’m slow but the words seem to be clearly on the wall.
Certain men can smell rocky roads (not not the ice-cream), which is why I broke down less than 24 hours later to go out with “A” (just got home). All his ass did was want to talk about “O”and why he thought he was a MUCH better catch. And all I could think about were the rules of re-engagement. Date ended before I could get down half of my Pad Thai Tofu.
Yes Comeback Girl has personal lows. And some men have a sixth sense when things are amis in the state of Denmark (loose Shakespearean interpretative quote-what can I say I got a C- in 11th grade AP English). And they will try you until Pad Thai with a bossy overly confident ex-sounds somewhat appealing to a lonely Christmas with your Mama (who swore off men 25 years ago and isn’t exactly a relationship expert.)
Rejoice, kids. Comeback Girl ain’t throwin no pity parties. This only underscores the post: Hello Negro, Would You Date Yourself ?Day 1-5 of the Black Man Plan will be doing just that.
