Me, Pt. 4

I have so many half written blog post waiting to be completed, as usual. This one was the most completed one so thought I would share. As you all know, I’m a little crazy and the more I reveal about myself, the more likely you are to think I am totally crazy. Lol. I’m cool with that though. Enjoy!

1. I very rarely wear matching bra and panty. I pretty much get up in the morning and whichever ones I grab, I wear. Now if I know that I am wearing something that requires a certain color or style, I will take the time to select underwear for that particular outfit. If you encounter me with matching bra and panty, bom chicka wah wah 😘.
2. Don’t you dislike when you agree to do something or go somewhere and when the time comes you are no longer in the mood? That is me like 85% of the time. The good and  bad part is I am a person of my word, so if I agree to it, I am going to do it. The only way I usually back out is if I have a legitimately good reason. I am the one person that you don’t have to worry about standing you up. Now if you say that you don’t feel like going anymore, I will not try to convince you otherwise. I’m relieved.
3. I don’t like to sit in a room that has windows and the blinds are not open. At my house I don’t really open the curtains/blinds though because I walk around with little to nothing on. I live in a neighborhood where people walking down the street can look in and I am not into voyeurism. Maybe I need windows that I can look out but people can’t see in. Ummm….
4. I realized that I am the kind of person who once I make up my mind, it is extremely hard for me to deviate from that. My ex-boyfriend was my type. I mean physical, spiritual and work ethics as well. Same views on marriage. I just knew that since I was finally dating my type that this would be the person that I was going to marry. Well I am still single, never married. I am not bad mouthing him or talking about him in any way. I don’t think we were right for each other. We are still friends and spend time together occasionally. The issue is that I wanted him to be so bad that I was blind or ignored all the tell tale signs. I just kept holding on way past when I should have let go because I had made up my mind. He was it, the one. This thinking had me 7 years later finally accepting what was, that though he was cool, he was not going to be my husband. I have to work on this quality of absolutes. I know that I will miss out or delay what is meant for me because I can’t let go of what I want.
5. I don’t like being told no, EVER!
6. I do not like PDA. I am usually disgusted seeing people kissing all passionately in public. Yuck!!! Save that shit for home. Now a peck is ok. A little hand holding or hugging is alright as well. But sitting in laps and dry humping 👎🏾. I know it is wrong to project my issues on others, but I don’t care.