Today is day 9 in my mind. As one faithful reader, Single Black Male, has pointed out. Today really isn’t day 9, its actually day 22. I could start from the beginning but this is my Black Man Plan.  As many of you know, Comeback Girl can manifest/create the hell out of a contract (minus re-negotiation)/money/house/car, but her love life could use some help Jesus.

I know that “O” does love me. And I’m not making excuses but I’ve done a few things out of major insecurity (email invasionsnooping, not returning phone calls, panic dating on the sneak tip).  Yes I could blame all my frames of references or the lack thereof, but I won’t. I’ll do the personal responsibility thing with a swig of confession. So I’ll itemize all the rules I’ve broken on the BPM (Black Man Plan):

1. Had “some” sex in the 60 days of the BPM. If you recall: “No Sex” was the rule. But dammit can I get a pass for this one here reason? “I am in the early part of my sexual prime.” And its not like I’m humping strangers. Just one man who actually inspired the BPM.

2. I guess also as a technicality I also broke rule 2 (no ex’s). O was a do-over even in his boyfriend at large status.

3. I am happy to report that rule 3 (do you) was the only rule untethered. I did me like a champ. I took myself to the movies, bought myself a damn Range, a cute dress here or there.

So where do we go from here you might ask: Onward and Upward Kids. Onward and Upward. The plan I’ve been uncovering is really what the blog is all about, learning how to be better than I was before. Most black women in their 30s know how to make some bacon and fry it up in a pan. But relationships are usually the last thing to get “fixed”.

I do want it all. And come hell or high water I will get my relationship act together. I think it should come with “Talking to Frank” aka Daddy. Its that relationship demon of sorts, mine that’s never quite been exorcised.