Sunday, November 25, 2001

today I WILL date!

my daughter's been bugging me.
"ma, why don't you go out?"
"ma, why don't you really date?"
I let her look over my shoulder at my BP dating page. We perused profiles, looked at pictures, read essays.
The conclusion: not only is the field of eligible men pretty limited, but once you apply your standards (intelligence, honesty, drug&drama-free, gainfully employed, etc..etc...), you may have about 5 good starters. I mean guys ready to step up to bat. And they KNOW they're ready, as well as knowing their value (compared to the minor leaguers you just weeded them out from). The problem: salary negotiation. What?! You thought these guys (the starters) were gonna settle for anything? Naw, shawty-> they want to be courted by agents, get offers thrown at them, freebies(booty, 5-star dinners, etc) before they even consider signing a contract. AND a fat-a$$ signing bonus. sheesh....

Anyway, a sista like me feels like my stock is definitely blue-chip: Class A stock. Not the end-of-the-night-in-the-club "ok, who'm I going home with tonight?" kinda stock. Not the "I-need-a-man-in-my-life" kinda stock. It would be nice, but it's not a necessity. I'm a long-term gainer, like a mutual fund. I may only show you a 2% return this quarter, but give me 10 years...I'm aggressive-growth over time, 20% return, ya know? The brothas are not interested in that at all....seems they all have exactly $1 and a dream.


so my daughter lost interest quick. She loves brothas, but she said (and I'm quoting) "ok, now I understand why you'd rather not be bothered. I thought high-school boys were bad. Even if they are attractive: they can't spell, are already taken & cheating, or are just freaks looking for a partner. You need a younger man, who's not jaded, still likes hip-hop, has a sense of humor and can still dress...." she kinda walked away in disgust midsentence. I keep hoping she'll call Ricki Lake, or Montel Williams & send me on a " My Mom Needs a Dating Makeover" show.

ok, gotta go....I SO pledged to myself that I was not going to blog constantly about my lack of a love life.

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