Thursday, January 21, 2010
In today's world where most Jamaican women are coming to terms that, along with money, great relationships, the perfect sex and weight loss..the Perfect Man is hard to find!
Screw that..finding a Man is hard enough! We have to deal Gays, Bi-sexuals, The Married Men who lust after you..and lie in doing it, The Single Men who claim they want you..but just want a fling for the night, and the ones who are single, but look too good to be true...it's hard to find a man that fits..or at least matches your personality, or that does not get on your nerves!
My name is Brianna..most of my freinds call me Bree..not that I have much female friends, but that is another story..my two best friends are Isabella (nicknamed 'Belle' for short) and Sapphire..affactionately called 'Saph'...an all three of us are single ladies waiting (in vain Belle would say) to find love. But sometimes 'love' or what appears like it may be something else entirely different in disguise. And sometimes in our quest to find love, we settle for men who deep down we know are not worthy of the ground we walk on, but in a desperate bid to not end up alone, miserable and cranky before our years, we just settle. Especially if that man has more drama in his life than five soap operas put together....we make excuses for keeping him an settle....and that was what happened to me.
Enter Harry, a guy (with a huge ass nose!) I met at work, one of my boss' clients, he had been desperately trying to woo my attention for about a year and a half. I paid him no mind because he always talked, acted and dressed like someone from the garbage heap, but loneliness, and tired of being set up on blind dates made me agree one day to an evening out with him. I was soon to find out that Harry had a big personality, and an even bigger heart, not to mention he was his own boss, owning a small lumber company and a fleet of small taxi's. He only dressed acted like a dirty mongrel dog because, as he so eloquently put it, he 'was tired of girls wanting him for his money, using his kindness for weakness, and judging him based off of what he had'. Well said, I thought...even though I still had my doubts, cause deep down in the back of my mind, I was as pessimistic as the worse pessimist theer ever was. I had been hurt in relationships, been used, abused and treated as 'trophy girl' soo many times, no wonder I was jaded if there was something good in front of me and I ignored it.
Harry carried me to Rodney's Arms...a place I had heard about but never knew existed. And boy was I happy there! This was on a Tuesday night, after work, he in his just-been-through-the-garbage clothes and me in my prim and priss work pantsuit. Once we set about to ordering food, he opened up and started talking about himself, within an hour we were laughing cordially, tlaking about each other's past relationship mistakes, the whole nine yards! Iwas surprised because A) He wasn't the typcial ghetto hood-rat, broke-ass mongrel hood-rat I thought he was and B) He was actually intelligent, soft-spoken, hard-working, single man with a child he was taking care of.
He surprised me too in telling me he was surprised that I wasn't the cold-hearted, snobbish, aloof, high-on-her-horse, emotionally deprived gold digger he thought I was..we both laughed and from there..things just got better between us.
As days went by we talked, went out, even went to a resort together..in which he generously forked up the money for and carried me shopping..but I soon began to fall for him..nooooo silly, not as in love..but really like him. Not because he had money...no, that to me was the least, it was because he was open with me, we talked about everything, he was honest, and as tall and muscular as he was ..inside he was just a soft bear who was often misunderstood. I actually could see a relationship with this guy..this was foretold when he asked me if I could seriously be his girlfriend...I was happy, and said yes.
Imagine my surprise when one day he told me that his Baby's momma, who was abroad living, was coming back to Jamaica for a while. They had been in a relationship for about 14 years, and the relationship was always a rocky, on-and-off one. She ended it by going abroad to live and married a man for her papers, so he assumed that was it. That was the end in their relationship. It seemed she had nowhere to stay and wanted to stay in his five bedroom house with him and his daughter...I saw no problem with that..they had been together 14 years, she was married to a next man...plus she wanted to spend some time with her child...boy was I wrong! This would turn out to be a game in which I was the parked car of convenience.......
*Article written by TT*
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January 20, 2010 6:44 PM
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