I just watched this video for the first time…
Ive been ignoring it for a long time to be honest,
but I was bored so I said, “why the hell not!“…
Nothing beats the Concrete Forest.
I love living here because it has opened me up to
different things, a fresh style, and endless job opportunities.
You can literally turn one corner and you are in the Caribbean,
and then turn the next and you are in the Harlem Renaissance.
Every neighborhood has a different culture and every borough has a different way of life.
Plus, the Wolves out here are FIOOOONNNNEEEEEEE.
You can always find eye candy in Times Square, Soho, Union Square… or a train platform.
There is always something to do because the city never sleeps.
The slogan is really true: “If you can make it here then you can make it anywhere”.
The Concrete Forest teaches you to be tough, a multi-tasker, and a style icon all in one.
But my question is:
Is there any Wolves here?!
Relocating and love go hand in hand.
Just like the area, you have to locate the Wolf you want to spend the rest of your life with.
You want to make sure they are both places you imagine yourself being for the rest of your life.
you do not want to go into something blind without proper investigation.
packing (your heart, past, and your belongings) are annoying and sometimes painful, but looking towards the future keeps you motivated and inspired.
Would you relocate with a Wolf you barely even knew?
Well a Vixen friend of mine is suffering from that fate…
I am a VERY complex Fox.
I will not deny the contridictary undertones Jamari Fox makes.
I wouldn’t have you guys so hooked on my phonics if I wasn’t.
Some days I feel like gettin’ a nut; some days I don’t.
A Fox does go through things where I may feel the need to get deep.
Not everytime I want IT in me deep.
Do I give off such a sexual aura
that dudes are only interested in fuckin’ me?
This is a 2 parter…
True story also.
Here is what happened…