Dear Young World,
In all of the years I was under my parent’s roof, they only asked me what I wanted for Christmas twice, and every time I answered simply: “a little brother”.
Now that I’m old enough to know better, I see two things wrong with this request:
- The day after Thanksgiving is FAR too late to ask for a gift that has to bake for 9 months
- I should’ve asked for a BIG brother (which wouldn’t have happened, unless they adopted, but a girl can dream, right?)
Reason being: conversations like the one my Big Brother and I had last night… about men.
*audience breathes deeply* Yes, this is one of THOSE posts…
Basically, I asked why men will date a “good girl” or, to be more politically correct, one who wants a meaningful relationship and does not participate in more… physically-based ones. I mean, it just seems like a waste of time to me! I don’t know about everywhere else in the country, but here in Atlanta, finding a girl who is willing to just have sex with you and be done (also known as a “ho” to some, but I accept their choices and roll with my own) is, well, easy as pie.
McDonald’s apple pie… From the drive-thru.
So why break some young, hopeful, slightly-naive (read: superbly-coiled) girl’s heart with all the game playing when you could have just gotten with one of the numerous hoes of all shapes and sizes that inhabit even the most stringent of universities here in Atlanta (hey now, hoes be studyin’!) as well as the loosest of lounges (BTW, what’s up with a lounge? I mean, I don’t like clubs, but a lounge? A chill little negro like myself could get with a lounge… #imjussayin). In essence, why misrepresent yourself in order to get into a win-lose situation, when you could be real about things and subsequently get a win-win?
My big brother’s answer: Because either way, we still win, and we want what we want. If that means hurting the girl… well… you can avoid her afterwards.
Damn. Never thought about it like that.
But it does make a lot of sense: if you know that, no matter what, you’re going to win and you don’t care about the party who is subject to lose, why even make them a part of your thought process? And let’s face it: most of the time, men (at my age… so fairly young) are on their DJ Khaled isht: they just wanna “win, win, win, no matter what”.
And it doesn’t matter if I lose.
So where does this leave me, you ask? On a journey of self-discovery, as per his and Number1Roomie’s recommendation. I think it’s time for me to take a step back before I become too frustrated or turn into someone I can’t look in the eye. So, this year is dedicated to me… in my purest form: without sex. I mean, it’s not going to be easy, but I’ve already got one week down, and only about 51 to go… right? And I’m not taking myself completely away from men… I’ve just decided to take N1R’s advice and “chill”, i.e. let the right one find me.
I just hope the wrong one doesn’t find me first…
Peace, Love, and Big Brothers,
SuperCoils