“i mean he cute.
*looks at him with judgment*
ok he is totally not my type.
he has no hair on his head,
he looks like he is 7 months pregnant,
and his style is something out last year’s tj maxx catalog.
*now with non judgment*
he is nice and makes he laugh.
i just don’t… know…
what do i know?
the last couple wolves who were my type were dogs.
i don’t even know if you would call them dogs.
dogs are at least loyal.
these were… pack rats.
they just waited to get my goodies,
snuck in this muthafucka on some late night shit,
and then they ran.
i was told you have to kiss a few frogs to meet your prince.
well i must have kissed the whole damn swamp!
somehow i ended up in africa and now i’m on a date with a wildebeest.
so do i give him a chance?
or do i polite turn him down?
i mean he is paying for this date and hasn’t hinted about having my legs on his shoulders.
that’s the thoughts of many of us in this lifestyle.
why couldn’t our dating lives play out like a tumblr timeline?
you know where all the guys are fine,
wake up out of bed perfect,
and their dicks tasted like honey nut cheerios.
in life there is something called “cards that are dealt” settling.
the whole world is in a recession.
men and jobs have been the hardest hit.
shit my dating life is looking like a foreclosed house.
there once was life in there somewhere.
it use to be admired by many people on the block.
“thats right bitches.
my plants look better than yours.”
there was once a time my dating life was crazy.
i had so many wolves.
now its an empty shell with a dead garden.
ain’t that some shit?
i’ve been doing my resume for the last two weeks.
i decided to do something more creative with it to get noticed.
that’s the thing.
it’s a job.
i’m not as excited especially since its hard to find anything.
so i did this fly resume off the top of my donut but wait…
i run an exceptional site every day,
i bleed passion and creativity for the arts,
better than most of these others,
and dammit i am a fuckin’ hoot and a 1/2.
so now i have to now go settle to work for some asshole with a complex?
ain’t that bout a bitch?
i couldn’t help but think about settling when you are emotionally fighting it.
when the going gets tough,
should we just settle for whatever looks good…or at least decent?
it gets better boo!”
says the person doing better right?
it reminds me of some shit in the wild.
the lions and nem got all the good meat first.
i’m feeling like a vulture.
i gotta get the scraps on some hand me down shit.
i don’t want to be some damn vulture.
i’m ready to pluck all these feathers off,
buy a fur coat,
and sing “i can’t wait to be king” of a giraffe’s head.
it got me wondering…
Are we forced to settle while we wait for what we really want?
lowkey: i want to start this image consulting for baller wolves and anyone going into the industry.
how would i start?