A Few Good Men..

I’m typically not a broken record however I am a Libra by most of its definitions. We are smart, cute, funny, and indecisive. So when a relationship ended for me, I would normally second guess myself, wondering if I had made the right decision and apparently the men would feel that way as well, because they would be open to dating again.

Now, don’t get it twisted- they would present the idea, but I would accept it, and usually without hesitation. Everyone deserves a second chance so what’s wrong with a third of fourth? I heard Madea say in one of her roles, as long as he is making a different mistake every time, and not the same one over and over, you can work it out.

So, I would do a repetitive song and dance with everyone I dated and later rather, than sooner, eventually call it quits. I would from there go through a series of miscellaneous half hearted relationships, if I can even call them that. Not quit sure if I would ever be able to trust and love another man. It’s a harsh reality how different actions and words can completely deter you from the courage to try again… I was at that point (that I professed at least once a month). Swore off men! What’s the point?

They all love to play games, use you as stepping stones, and save their real feelings for the closest Halle Hood they could find.

But not the next man in my life… I am almost leery to speak on him, because he is truly dear to my heart. I met him while trying to convince the elderly in New York to switch their service to a more expensive plan. Yes, that’s what I was serving up- but it was the job.

He was a big guy, rocking an afro and lots of personality. You could tell as a new hire he was the man to know. He visited my training class a few times and made my transition to the sales floor a comfortable one.

We started eating lunch together discussing our new and old relationships, our likes and dislikes about our job and which song was our new jam. I enjoyed Mr. Anytime’s conversation, he was fun to be around, loved to try new things and he was mean to all the right co workers (you know how important common dislikes are). Before I knew it, I was telling Mr. Excitement, that my new guy was gay to ease his growing suspicions about this relationship. I am still apologizing to this day for letting those words leave my lips.

He quickly became routine in my life. We talked before work, during it, and on the ride home.

My mother and friends questioned our relationship- even though at the time he had different ladies he was entertaining and I was still ping- ponging through my relationship with Mr. Excitement. After some time, Mr. Anytime and I were inseparable. I’d finally dismissed the latest ex for the last time and he too was completely single. The lack of a relationship for each of us encouraged us to spend just that much more time together…