If finding me means losing you is it really worth it?
Along this journey called life I have found that one of the most difficult things for me to do is to find the balance of my growth and our growth. Sometimes these two things are going in opposite directions. In any relationship, it’s important that each person is a separate entity equipped with their own goals, accomplishments, friends, and private time. Blinding all of that together in a way that leaves both people “happy” can be damn near impossible. This I know first hand. I’m going through a breakup now. BTW, does anybody know why only the bad breakups end cut and dry and the good relationships seem to linger on forever?
My girlfriend broke up with me because she thought that I could grow more on my own instead in a relationship with her. I agreed. We both had gotten tired of bumping our heads on the same wall. However, that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
So here I am trying to grow as an individual while failing as a boyfriend. Again.
The first thing I did was find something to take up all of my free time. I joined a gym near my job so that I can get a good workout instead of coming home to watch television every night. I started reading my bible on a daily basis to work on my spiritual health. Lastly, I have spent more time with friends that I neglected while in a relationship. People are telling me that I’m looking better, happier, and god-willing smaller. All of that is well and good but on the inside I feel empty.
I know it takes time to get over things but who is going to make me laugh, kiss me slow or hold my hand in public in the meantime?
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4.11.2010
1.08.2008
Why You Gettin' Funky On Me?
Hey fam! How have you been? I've been good. Watched some good football over the weekend and Monday night. I officially joined the gym and made my first couple of visits to workout. Who are those chicks, that come in fully made-up wearing something scandalous then stand around and flirt for two hours? I'm not mad, just can't believe that someone would spend their Saturday morning doing that mess. I've started to notice that my first entry of the week is never before Tuesday. I think it has something to do with how much I drink on the weekends. What good is a weekend if you don't push back some shots of Patron or a couple Hurricanes (or Slurricanes, as my boy E calls them!)?
If you haven't guessed already, I am a big fan of the Atlanta Hawks. I'm a loyal fan of a usually horrible team but it helps that the arena is usually full of some of the best looking women that Atlanta has to offer. About a month ago, I meet a very beautiful sister at a game. I spotted this young lady and a couple of her friends talking to a couple of brothers during halftime. I was immediately attracted to her because she has a gorgeous smile, a cute haircut, a nice shape with a future behind her, and some really fly boots. I'm always a sucker for a mean shoe game. I'm checking her out while I am standing in the long ass line at the concession stand. It became obvious that the two guys were making the moves on her friends which left her to stand there looking so damn sexy all by herself. Why they weren't trying to get with her, I couldn't explain. However, that was all I needed to see. After getting my food, I made my move. We chatted for a minute, exchanged numbers, and then headed to our respective sections of the arena. Unfortunately, the Hawks lost that night but I left Phillips Arena feeling like a winner.
I'm not really one of those people who believes in waiting two or three days before calling a woman after getting her phone number. So, I make the call the following evening. We have a pleasant chat; exchanging the basic background information that you do when trying to get to know someone. Where your from, where you went to school, blah...blah...blah..! After a few of these conversations we agree to meet up that Sunday afternoon to check out an exhibit at the High Museum. The date is nice. Good conversation. She laughed at my corny jokes and everything. There just wasn't that spark that made me think that we could be a couple. Oh, that is one of my problems when it comes to dating. I don't have any patience.
Fast forward two weeks later, she and I continued to talk on the phone but no other dates had taken place. However, our conversations have progressively gotten more and more sexual in nature. By this time, both of our curiosities had been peeked. So we make the decision to get together for a little sexual seduction at the local Snooky's Motor Lodge. Let's just say that ole girl has all the qualities listed here. We both agree that if we aren't going to be a couple we could at least keep doing the grown up. Don't act like I'm the only one who's every had a FWB relationship!
Why do I have to be the one man in the world who had to start a friends with benefits relationship with a chick who gets jealous when I tell her I've got a date? I thought the benefit of this type of thing is that you get together when it is convenient and there are no feelings involved. If the loving wasn't so good, I would end this thing with the quickness. It's just not that easy to walk away from a woman with some mean throwback. Can somebody please give me the rules for this type of thing?
If you haven't guessed already, I am a big fan of the Atlanta Hawks. I'm a loyal fan of a usually horrible team but it helps that the arena is usually full of some of the best looking women that Atlanta has to offer. About a month ago, I meet a very beautiful sister at a game. I spotted this young lady and a couple of her friends talking to a couple of brothers during halftime. I was immediately attracted to her because she has a gorgeous smile, a cute haircut, a nice shape with a future behind her, and some really fly boots. I'm always a sucker for a mean shoe game. I'm checking her out while I am standing in the long ass line at the concession stand. It became obvious that the two guys were making the moves on her friends which left her to stand there looking so damn sexy all by herself. Why they weren't trying to get with her, I couldn't explain. However, that was all I needed to see. After getting my food, I made my move. We chatted for a minute, exchanged numbers, and then headed to our respective sections of the arena. Unfortunately, the Hawks lost that night but I left Phillips Arena feeling like a winner.
I'm not really one of those people who believes in waiting two or three days before calling a woman after getting her phone number. So, I make the call the following evening. We have a pleasant chat; exchanging the basic background information that you do when trying to get to know someone. Where your from, where you went to school, blah...blah...blah..! After a few of these conversations we agree to meet up that Sunday afternoon to check out an exhibit at the High Museum. The date is nice. Good conversation. She laughed at my corny jokes and everything. There just wasn't that spark that made me think that we could be a couple. Oh, that is one of my problems when it comes to dating. I don't have any patience.
Fast forward two weeks later, she and I continued to talk on the phone but no other dates had taken place. However, our conversations have progressively gotten more and more sexual in nature. By this time, both of our curiosities had been peeked. So we make the decision to get together for a little sexual seduction at the local Snooky's Motor Lodge. Let's just say that ole girl has all the qualities listed here. We both agree that if we aren't going to be a couple we could at least keep doing the grown up. Don't act like I'm the only one who's every had a FWB relationship!
Why do I have to be the one man in the world who had to start a friends with benefits relationship with a chick who gets jealous when I tell her I've got a date? I thought the benefit of this type of thing is that you get together when it is convenient and there are no feelings involved. If the loving wasn't so good, I would end this thing with the quickness. It's just not that easy to walk away from a woman with some mean throwback. Can somebody please give me the rules for this type of thing?
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