After trying so hard to give my all without receiving much joy in return, I realized that if I don't stand for something I'll fall for anything. Cliche? Knowing deep down that I was forcing myself to accept an unacceptable situation, I did what was best for me and searched for an exit. Walking out of it, I can honestly say I waved good-bye with a smile on my face. What was once attraction at first sight, remained just that from start to finish. There was no friendship, no understanding, and no similarity. Opposites attract. Cliche? In all actuality, those of similarity attract and become opposites when it matters and sees fit. Relationships that start off as friendships are the strongest relationships. Cliche? With each passing relationship, I can openly admit that not once have I fallen for a friend and opened a romantic chapter with one. Possibly out of fear that a tough breakup could ruin two connections, I refrained from crossing lines. Or, possibly each guy I've met asked me out before I could even consider them a friend. I always wondered what it would be like to transition from calling someone a really close friend to referring to them as someone special or a significant other. I've finally stopped wondering and am now experiencing. There's some many old adages and cliche responses that we hear so often but ignore just as frequently because of how common they are. These sayings come a dime a dozen and are overlooked and taken lightly. I, for once, can support these sayings with personal testimony instead of individual wonders and assumptions. It's not often you have a red carpet laid out for you, or what seems like one, someone referring to you as Queen, or what sounds like it, and someone pampering you without requesting it, or what feels like it. Not many women are given the pleasure of experiencing the lifestyle of Royalty. However, I have. I am blessed with a King, that not only plays his part as a man, but puts in overtime to make me feel like a woman. I know my heart is in the right place, I put it there."When we're together, the laughter's loud, the stories are endless, and the
feeling is easy. Just having you to blow off steam with lifts my spirits, puts
my troubles in check, and renews my outlook for another day. No wonder I call
you first when something funny or outrageous happens and turn to you first when
i need a little support (or a lot). I'm so glad i have a Queen like you -
down-to-earth enough to share just about anything and smart and wise enough to
help guide my life and give me an attitude adjustment when i need it. So I
thank you, my Queen for your love, for your laughter, for your presence in my
life"P.P.S - Ladies, keep your eye on the prize. It may not go your way in the beginning, but with patience you will soon be repaid. It's only 2008. Its called "Delayed Gratification" ; )


















There comes a point in your life where settling for physical attraction is unacceptable. This point marks true maturity. As a young girl, your eyes are generally geared towards the cutest boy in school, the most athletic boy in school, and by far the most popular. Not considering the future, your number one concern is the jealous looks you will get from other girls solely for being the new girl on his arm. As you get older, that number one concern becomes lost in the midst of all the runner-ups and is shuffled into the pile of "wants". Your number one "want" is quickly replaced with your number one "need". I often find myself attracted to "wants" that consider me to be a "need". I am educated, self-sufficient, and a beautiful young woman. I say that in the most humbling way possible. By no means do I put myself on a pedestal, wearing arrogance on my sleeve. I am simply stating observation. With the positives that I possess, I am often drawn towards young men who need that type of influence in order to better them and mature them. However, often times, I am shortchanged because as a result, I am stunting my own growth as they are unable to put a change on the table for me. The eye for physical attraction is rapidly exchanged with a more focused magnifying glass in search of physical, mental, emotional and spiritual maturity. What happens when my "need" presents itself in front of me while i am still tussling in a game of tug-of-war with my "want". Do I settle for being selfless as I allow someone to feed off of me without receiving nourishment in return? Or do I open door number two and receive my "need" with open arms? What happens when the suitable man in door number two is battling the same situation and is fighting tug-of-war with his needy "want". Does it then become immature to ditch the helpless after being the only direction they have, or does it become mature to lock hands with a connection that transcends past what meets the eye?





















