Once you go black...

It's not that I wouldn't date a black guy who didn't skateboard, it's just that I prefer he did.  But I can assure you I am totally not racist because I actually favor that talent in all my men.  I don’t know why.  Must be something I carried with me from junior high.  I wonder if it could also be tied to the reason behind me not being able to throw out my hemp necklaces.  But for some reason a black man on a skateboard, in Vans and tattoos that blend so smooth with that milk chocolate skin (I can’t even type that without giggling. When I say things like “milk chocolate skin” I immediately become a horny Angela Bassett on a Caribbean Island), frankly, it tickles my pickle.  So I guess that when it comes to black men, My Top 5 Favorites seem to be picked from a pretty narrow crop.  And that was not a slave reference.

So folks, here it is, with their matching tattoos and skaterness and hotness…My Top Five Beautiful Black Men list (drumroll, please):

1. Pharrell, 2. Lil’ Wayne, 3. Kid Cudi, 4. Wiz Khalifa, 5. Travis McCoy

I know there are some white girls out there that only like black guys.  I can’t even imagine the level of rage this must incite from some black women.  But I'm an equal opportunity kind of bitch.  Read on...

Spring Style

I am so excited about the styles we are seeing for Spring and Summer.  The Vintage feel is big right now and it's flirtier and more feminine than ever.  Floral. Pleats.  Bows. Chiffon. Skirts. Dresses. Lace.  

One of the big trends you will start to see is knee-high/thigh-high socks and tights.  

DealBreakers

I used to tell people that I had a list of five things that would make me run away from a guy like he had leprosy.  It was my little list of “DealBreakers” that I felt could tell me a lot about someone and warned me that getting all cute and cuddly with him would be a very bad idea.  More recently however, I guess I have realized that having five things that would absolutely keep me from getting into a relationship with a guy was just ridiculous, and after some years and experience in dating, I realized that I am going to need a hell of a lot more things on that list.

Walk of Shame: Captured!

I thought it might be necessary to provide an official definition for "Walk of Shame" so I consulted some very trusty resources, behold:

Wikipedia-

The walk of shame refers to where a person must walk past strangers or peers alone for an embarrassing reason before reaching a place of privacy. Most commonly, it occurs the morning after a night out at a bar, dance club, or party.

UrbanDictionary-

1. The walk across campus in the same clothes as yesterday after you slept with someone and spent the night in their dorm room

2. The course walked home after a night of boozing and f**king. One usually wears either the clothes they went out in (eg. short skirt and heels) or the clothing of the person they slept with (eg. a large white t-shirt) the morning after and everyone notices they have the "I was f**ked up last night" look and am now walking home from the guy-I-f**ked's house.

I love UrbanDictionary.   But this needs no words...

Classic. Man, I sure am loving the combination of the heels and the gym shorts that she most likely stole from a pile on some guy's floor.    But, what takes this Walk of Shame to the next level is definitely the snow. 

That. Blows.

Maybe the stilletos help with the traction? Like little ice picks?

Five Favorite Fierce Females

This blog celebrates being a female and as females we were born with the God given right to be fierce and fabulous.  On the right side of my blog you will see pictures of ladies who are putting their fierceness on full display right now.  The list will change every month and I am open to suggestions!This month, the lucky ladies are....

1. Britney
2. Nicki Minaj
3. Adele
4. Tina Fey
5. Courteney Cox

Follw the link to see what makes these gals Top 5 material...

Welcome to Singlehood

I guess I had no idea what I was getting into.  Being a girl in my early twenties in a serious, committed relationship for the past three-plus years, I thought my future path was pretty clear.  I would graduate from college and go on a Study Abroad trip to South Africa, then upon my return home my boyfriend would propose and I would put on a pretty little smile as I showed off my ring, which would be a brilliant, round diamond set in a thick, platinum band.  Giant.  Sparkly.  Tiffany.  Then I would spend the next year of my life on the edge of a nervous breakdown, tasting cakes, dieting like a madwoman, attending dress fittings, making nail appointments, tanning, registries, invitations, and raging bitch fits.  Then on to the main event with all the third cousins and flowers and friends of friends and flashing cameras and saying “I do” in my dreamy Monique Lhuillier gown that I maxed out three credit cards to buy.  I didn’t really think too far ahead into the future but I am guessing my next step after all that probably would have been get knocked up and pop out some babies with unfortunate red hair that I would have to love anyway. 

We’ve all seen it done a million times before, the marriage thing, it’s what people do.  They fall in love and get married.  It’s what I thought I would do.  I thought that pretty much until I arrived home from Africa and attended a wedding and almost had a panic attack.