I have terrible taste in men.
There, I said it. For everyone on the World Wide Web to read. When it comes to men, I have a weakness for attractive black men with mommy issues and a penchant for sleeping around. I step around ( or on) all the nice weirdo guys that seems to fall under the spell of the girl who blurts out whatever she thinks, and move straight on to a man who is going to treat me like a piece of furniture (sexy furniture though- maybe like a really nice vase from Ikea) and lie to my face.
Oh, I don't do it on purpose. At least, I don't think I do. Maybe there is something in my genetic makeup that can detect a bad guy and find him, like some sort of bullshit seeking missile. I prefer to believe that most of the guys I've been with (which, to be 21, is still an impressively low number) are just liars. Oh Im sure they have their reasons- trust issues, the aforementioned mommy issues, an ignorant friend that is trying to teach them how to 'manage their woman' ( it happened). But the fact remained that they all lied, some once or twice, others almost compulsively, about the things that mattered. Which is something I, with my embarrassing frankness, have a hard time understanding, let alone doing.
Sometimes, when I'm having a really rough day, when I'm annoyed with being single and am just aggravated with the shenanigans of men, I envision myself beating up shaggy. Not my blond stoner boo of Scooby Doo fame. Shaggy of 'It wasn't me' fame. The man who put the worlds most obvious lie to a reggae beat, and taught a whole generation of men to convince their partners that they were crazy for thinking said man is cheating (even when she WALKED IN ON THEM) and a whole bunch of women to buy it.
Not saying men didn't lie before, or that all men are liars. And I really do try not to be so 'angry black woman' about it. I just imagine myself giving Shaggy a black eye and then I calm right down.
And the say violence never solves anything.
Afro Femme
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