Is playing the field the norm?

<p>I had high hopes for 2012 in the romance department , but it's pissing me off. All I can say is what the hell is wrong with the men in this area.&#160; Now don't get me wrong, I have ran into some nice guys that are full of potential.&#160; But with all their plusses, they have baggage.&#160; When I say baggage, I am referring to their marital and field status. Either the dude is married, have their crew of women that stays in rotation, or have this issue of commitment because some other woman fucked him over - royally. </p>
<p> I don't want.to be part of anyone rotation of chicks that he can have anytime he wants.  I don't want to be the rebound chick that 'rescues' you from your failing marriage or long term relationship only to be dumped when you either upgrade or decided that the green grass on the other side was astroturf because I was more than you could handle.

I just want someone that is interested in getting to know me and not all my Facebook friends.  One of my friends wanted to put me down as one of his "ride or die" chicks, where it is a group of them that he has sex with.  Really?  I don't want to compete for your affection, much less your dick.  I don't want to be the rebound chick for no married man that is unhappy with their wife and their home life.  If it is so damn miserable, then get a divorce.  Hell that is what I did. 
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*Sighs heavily* well I guess I will be single for a little while longer, because I refuse to settle for anything less. 

Happy Birthday Fat Bastid

Well today is my ex-husband's birthday.  As most people may recall, I don't call him by his government name or his nickname from college.  I call him Fat Bastard, named after Austin Powers' nemesis.  I can give a whole book of reasons, but I am not going there today.  

Today marks a day where I actually feel 'slightly' sorry for the poor bastard.  He never lived up to any expectation that he set for himself.  He was too busy on how to circumvent the system to make himself look bigger and better than what he really was.  He wanted to go into the Air Force but couldn't get his weight down.  He wanted to become a lawyer so that "he can become a better crook". He tried to bribe me not once, but twice to be him and take the LSAT (Lawyers SAT).  When I refused, he accused me of not backing him up.  When I tried to go back to get a certification at the local college, he called me everything but a child of God.  He painted this picture of me as a red-haired harlot that slept with half of the Triangle (Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill, NC).  While I may be red-haired, he seeded the Triangle and the Triad.

Some of his friends are on my Facebook page.  I think his brothers are on my 'clean' page.  They might run tell that, they may not.  At this point I don't care.  Want to know something funny? I actually chuckle at the fact that he has my nickname tattooed on his arm, although he will NEVER admit to it.

Music and Me

I love music.  That is about as simple as it gets.

Growing up, I was exposed to several genres in the small Capital Hill row house that I share with my parents, 2 sisters, 2 aunts, and a cousin.  From Motown to Stax, to Millie Jackson to Mahalia Jackson, I was subject to it all.  Each room I would walk into, a different type of music was being played at any given time.  The icing on the cake was watching Soul Train Every Friday at 5PM.  If I wasn't home, I would make up excuses to get to a TV set to watch.  

Along with the exposure, I was taught at an early age to "learn what you are listening to".  The message means that along with bobbing my head to the beat, learn what the artist is talking about.  So with each song that came on the radio, it became a scramble to figure out what the artist is singing about.  Not only would I learn the lyrics, I would even attempt to sing and play the song by ear by picking it out on the piano.  With me being hearing impaired, it is a constant struggle to get the lyric right, much less trying to perform.  But I dared myself, and I soared.  I impressed my music teachers, especially the ones that didn't know about my hearing loss.  

I may have stopped playing and singing, but my love of music has never wavered.