My New Boyfriend

Happy New Year Beautiful People

So I spent my New Years in Atlanta this year and along with bringing the New Year in with THE historic launch of our new Hero (The Standard), the passing of my idol (The Fabulous Eartha Kit), the release of Beyonce's celebration of being Bipolar, and my dramatic steps toward furthering my career, 2008 was a real blessing. I spent the week at my girl's home, shout to my girl Angela in the "A". Bringing in the New Year, I turned out a Black Satin Petal Dress that (in the words of my STL girls) "makes me happy". New Years was definitely a newby for me. I mean I went out with seven fabulous girls who were just as fly if not flier than me (notice that IF disclaimer), heard the gorgeous sounds of Carl Thomas, toast with stylish brothas, and laughed as one of Atlanta's over sized peach shaped producers freestyled about my rainbow pumps (Fizzle for Rizzle). I rung the New Year in with a boundless supply of style that I was quite thirsty for, so I drank and drank and drank! Cheers baby!

The "A", known to the commoner as Atlanta, is like a boyfriend who stays in the mirror longer than me. And one thing I can't stand is a man who is in the mirror longer than I am but how can I deny him, his style is just bananas. Walking through the airport, catching a cab with a chatty cab driver, and my favorite, checking into a hotel or residence with hospitality out the wahzoo. Everything Atlanta does is kept stylish, even the fights in the club. I'm always amazed at how classy the bouncers are as a man is picked up by the nape of his neck and thrown out of the club. Ive always had a serious crush on the "A". The style, the shopping, the entertainment (Rick Ross I love you), the growth, the Southernplayalisticcadillacmusik, the Housewives. I just feel like its perfect for me. With its southern hospitality, its overly complimenting females, its blinged out brothas, the Velvet Room, and its OSOCP (obvious success of colored people) I've fallen in love with this city. Two heads are just better than one (both Bank and Buck) and the "A", my new found love, just seems to have it all. After consistent flirting and the necessary courting the "A" and I finally decided to get together and we are officially in a long distance relationship. Over the holiday we had a small quarrel. The "A" and I had it out. But with any new relationship there are the ups and the downs.

The Men: Because its the "A" and straight, diseaseless, childrenless (there's usually at least one) men are scarce, I've come to the conclusion that brothas are using this well known fact to their advantage. They are acting up for real. Men are self indulging and refusing to treat women with real respect because women will eventually settle for them regardless. Heck a pennyless, ambitionless, clean underwearless man has a Real Chance at love in the "A". I saw a man take a draw of an illegal substance manipulated into a shape of a cylinder, neatly stuffed in what is called a black & mild and blow the smoke clean smack into a girl's face. (that was me being naive). Just plain rude. I mean, Brooklyn ok, Detroit understandable, but Atlanta, they know better. They know good and well their mother's taught them better, than complimenting a girl by saying, "Yo Ma, I'm #29 for the Falcons, why don'tchu come chill in VIP with me," or my favorite, "You a bad b*tch, I'll hand you $5,000 dollas and walk away, cause shawty you a bad b*tch". Now in my mind, I'm thinking, ARE YOU SERIOUS (in the high voice), ready to release my exhale Angela Bassett style, but instead I decide to cop my bougie city girl attitude, and we all know what that does to a black man. Either they love it or they hate it. Usually they hate it so usually I proceed with it.

The Strip Clubs: So I finally witnessed my first strip club performance and from what I understand the "A" is famous for its strip clubs. Although I can't completely condone neither women nor men dancing nearly next to buck naked for singles, I refuse to knock any one's hustle. I saw a woman climb a pole, whip swing her naked behind from the ceiling, slide down the pole and simultaneously hold and land in a perfect split. Again, ARE YOU SERIOUS (in the high voice). I mean if you can do that then girl you can audition for Cirque Du Soleil and get your Wintuck on. I mean that's a career with salary and benefits girl.

Spend Spend Spend: What is it with men in the "A" and their need to spend spend spend on women. Now don't get me wrong, if a man spending all of his money on a woman is an accident, liquor me up and put me behind the wheel because that is one accident I just wouldn't mind being in. But I met brotha after brotha who within 15min of looking at me or talking to me, was ready to break out his wallet and take me to get my hair and nails did, gurlllll. Never mind a dinner date (PF Changs please) brothas were ready to eject that Visa and Mastercard; accepted everywhere. I had a handsome, well put together man look at me from afar, walk up to me, smile, and simultaneously ask me my name as he pulled out the biggest wad of money I've ever seen in my life and put it in my hand. Say what, say huh? "Hey pretty lady, I want you to hold this for me and tomorrow when I see you I want you to have a new outfit and a new Louie Bag." Now should I be offended? Was he subliminally telling me I looked a hot mess and I needed a bit of help (I definitely doubt it) or was this his ostentatious attempt to remain the big man on campus? Or maybe he was working over time undercover because observant or not, how did he know I was carrying Louis Vuitton. Now me being me and a bit thrown off I just couldn't accept it, but say what, say huh? Every aspect of a man trying to lure me in resorted to him throwing out his reel baited with stacks of cash. Now why on earth would anyone be walking around with that much money. (again this is me being naive). I noticed this was a trend. All of my girl's had had a taste of the spend spend spend. This has to be an Atlanta thing because I just left Brooklyn and I can assure you, that trend hasn't made it up North just yet. I'm not mad though, won't complain one bit. If this is how men in the "A" want to invest their money. Invest on fellas. Besides, as we all know, it ain't tricking if you got it. Right? Ummmmm say what say huh?

Stylishless Jealous Girls: In a city with so many beautiful women why is there always that one girl ready to act up when she encounters a bit of competition. I just don't get it. Girl be a woman, accept a challenge, and back off the hate just a tad. Its been awhile but I saw first hand has a man approaches a woman he's interested in and a girl (notice the juxtaposition of woman to girl; two completely different people) get's touched with green as she resorts to female bashing. Eeeek lack of style all the way (lets not talk about her outfit). The girl is beautiful, cool personality, and seemed to have class out the ass, but she forfeited those qualities giving the woman the ball.

***Class take note, this fact diverts back to the "The Men" section of the lesson. Women being hungry for an eligible man in the "A". Instead of accepting a challenge and working her magic to pull what she wants, or in this case what she already had and didn't care to have any more, she instead pulls the hater card. Dealer's game hun.

Ya know, I initially had a few qualms with my new man. I mean there were just a few things I just did not understand about the "A" . But I refuse to change him. I've decided to accept him as he is. We've learned to compromise about a few things. I do me and the "A" does him. Atlanta, my new boyfriend, my new love. It was an amazing experience sweetheart. I mean I had a wonderful time. Stylish, classy, spiritual, passionate, amazing personality, good music, cooked food. Everything I look for in a man.

We run off into the sunset and make beautiful music

However I must admit. Although our break up took place quite a while ago, I just can't seem to get over Brooklyn.

PLS