ain't life funny....

Wassup people? Happy father's day to those of you are soon to be fathers or are there taking care of home. Know that a father's job goes far beyond bringing home a check, but involves being the protector, the advice giver, a hearing ear, one who uplifts and challenges his children and is their model for how the son should act as a man and for a daughter for what type of man she should seek. A steep job, to be sure, but I know that when the time comes, the example of my father and my heavenly Father will be a wonderful template.

So after last night, my cathartic moment of release when I realized that I deserve a woman who gives as much as I do after being in a situation where I gave it all and she gave it little; a funny thing happened on the way to tonight. That young lady gave me a ring. Now, I've a problem with being firm in my stance, I dislike the idea of having a rift between me and any person and I crave a solution and pleasant situation between me and anyone from my past, especially those I was romantically involved with at one time. Why? Who knows? I'm too nice. So we spoke and I'm at that point thinking, "I'm completely over her, I'm good, I just want her to find the best things in life meant for her," and then the bombshell comes. I, the good ol' backup, was asked to be a fill in in case of necessity in a traveling excursion in four months. Now, the sad thing was after not hearing from her except once every couple of weeks, I considered it! I know, pitiful, but I just said I wasn't sure if it could be afforded. I just couldn't stomach the thought of being the justin case guy. The ideal on paper for the young professional black woman with limited hopes of finding a good man. Ladies, from one who knows first hand, there is one for each and every one of you, but please be patient. Don't use those who are good stand-ins if the real thing never comes. It's not fair to them or you. Wait for your king as I wait for my queen. It ain't easy, I know, but the option of being with a woman I can't truly love and embrace life with her by my side is just as depressing, no matter the delay. I just can't be that seat filler until the real thing comes along anymore and I can't do that to another woman in my own life while I wait for my soulmate. Maybe it was the reason this had to happen....for me to realize it. Infatuation aside, love is patient and waits for the right one to come along, don't sell out for a cheap forgery.

S.O.T.P. is very appropriate; one of my many favorites: 'Painkiller' by Eric Roberson of the album "The Appetizer". "Guess I'm her tylenol, only time she calls, is when her nights are cold and her heart is feelin' low....." So true....so true.....