No Beyonce.
Sorry B.
Not about you this time…

So I managed to catch that new show on Vh1 that jacked Beyonce’s hit song.
Lisa Raye, Stacy Dash, and a new face Charity Shea (with a “why?” cameo from Lauren London).
Even though the acting was sketchy at times and the cameos were “Find Dese Black Celebrities from ATL”,
I enjoyed the premise of the show.
Girlfriends meets Sex and the City meets a straight to DVD black movie.
Much better than this outbreak of reality television recently.

I was watching it and couldn’t help but want that “life”.
That life is made for me.
No, I do not suddenly want to become a woman.
Seriously, watching it, I felt the situations these sistas found themselves in…
…fit into the Fox/Wolf lifestyle perfectly.
Maybe a little TOO perfectly.
Or was that just me?

C’mon, you heard these messy ass stories before:

Fox breaks up with Wolf, he gets with someone else, and he comes back around to smash.
Fox meets Baller Wolf; smiling in his wife’s face as he is screwing him stupid at the W hotel.
Fox has jealousy around him that causes black mail and other foolishness.
Fox has a job/career, dressing in nice ass clothes, and goes to extravagant parties and events…
(all while meeting Wolves to fuck or try to lock down)

…sounds like the plot of a late E Lynn Harris book…
or for some of us, that is the reality we want to live.
Well, not without that extra drama, but you get the picture.

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I just want the cars, clothes, maybe the hoes I suppose…

When I talk about the dream life I want to live,
the life I want to write about and share with my readers,
and it involves the life of a Single Fox.

Not fucking random dudes in a living room or my mama bedroom,
Sucking them off in a basement afraid of getting burned by hot pipe (in more ways than 1),
or even boasting with some sex tape in my hand because I fucked a Baller Wolf and I’m thristy.

That may be good for others, but that isn’t my idea of success.

I just want the good life where I am making money in my career in the entertainment industry,
meeting and mingling with sexy ass Wolves that are of a larger tax bracket,
going to every event (whether straight or gay) and having MAJOR connects,
traveling when I have the chance or a vacation,
having a FLY ASS wardrobe,
having access to a trainer and having a nice toned temple called ‘my body’,
and simply just happy and content within my success.

I think I just answered the question I asked everyone yesterday.
Funny, I was trying to find a way to answer it…

So like a impatient Fox, I scream:

I want it NOW! NOW! NOW!

I have to get out there and mingle HARDBODY.
I am starting to get the gears moving to do so.
Hell a nigga even made a vision board (which we will talk about later).
But I had to ask myself:

Am I asking for too much?

nawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
i’m not.