Useless Information: The Joneses and Dem'

Based off of assumptions, the "Joneses" were the shit! LMAO!!! So being the "thinker" that I am, I had to find out who these people were, so that I can see how and why they are so notoriously famous for.... hmm! whatever it is that they are famous for. So I did what I do best at work, nothing  googling my ass off to find out, who are these "Joneses" that everyone speaks of? Much to my surprise, I find out that they are... nobody but NAMES in a comic strip, "Keeping Up with the Joneses". The "Joneses" were a figment of the main character's, in this comic strip, imagination. Although they lived next door to them (assumingly), they didn't even know who the "Joneses" were and somehow, characters that really weren't even characters (but had a name), were more famous than the main characters based off of assumptions being made. Geez! How about that? LLS!!

Clearly, Arthur R. "Pop" Momand, the author of this comic strip tells us in a sublime form how cliche'd life is and can be. There had to be a reason why they never met the "Joneses" and why shit always, somehow, got fucked up when trying to imitate what they assumed the "Joneses" to be doing. You still with me? How are you feeling now? lol. Anyways, the main characters were made out of asses for the entire 26 years that this comic strip ran... too busy trying to keep up with the damn "Joneses". I'm going to get to my point, but I had to school you on this history for a quick second. So here they are looking like asses, while the "Joneses" are doing what? EXACTLY!!! You don't know right? LLS!! I swear I am the shit!!

Now, let's tackle some reality situations here. In my opinion... and this is just my opinion, there are lots of things that can and should be done in moderation to achieve a particular image, if that's what you strive for. I just don't see how someone can want something so bad that they are willing to sacrifice the necessities to get what they want and really don't need. I sit back and watch people around me who continuously flaunt their definition of glitz and glam, while in the meantime, there are other people that you just can't front for because they know your personal. Let me give you an example:

There was this girl who began working for the same company I work for. Now, I don't go out often but I had just recently went to a comedy show and seen her there. She's not cute and really jiggly, but not really fat (if you can draw a picture from that) Either way, it looks really sloppy, but that's besides the point. Her hair was done and she had on a cute outfit, nice shoes, makeup done... the works! You would quickly be under the assumption that she got her shit together. Right? Well once she began working, the pigeons start talking. For some odd reason, I'm the go-to person and it's probably because they know I stay to myself, although, I am really friendly. So one ear was filled with, her lights are off. The other filled with, she doesn't have her kids because she can't afford to keep her utilities paid or food in the fridge. I'm thinking, how can you not keep food in the fridge if you receive foodstamps? I couldn't resist asking. She sells them to go get her hair and nails done so that she can go to the club. Really?!??!!

I wasn't sure how to process the information, but right before one of the pigeons flew away, they tweeted out, too busy trying to keep up with the Joneses. And although I had heard this figure of speech more times than one, it kind of made me wonder, "who are these people?!"



I find it really hard to believe that a drink and a 2 step outside of your humble abode can be any more comfortable. Maybe I'm just a little overly pride-ful about things that I have worked so hard for. Pretending to be someone that you're not or someone who doesn't even exist, goes far, far beyond simple imagination. Not only are we ALL getting weighed down in a world that is clearly unaffordable, we're getting lost in debt and the real reality of life when it starts to actually kick your ass. And that bitch can fight!!! You fell behind on your bills because you just had to have a bottle of Ciroc. You couldn't afford that new alternator for your car because you just had to have a new outfit to attend the concert. And where you lack the necessary, you lack common sense because with or without this flashy bullshit that everyone keeps chasing after, how much more broke or stupid are you going to look with eviction notices plastered on your door while you are sitting in the dark? You find most "Jones' "chasers screaming, "you only get one life to live". Well that is true, but the last thing I would want people to remember about me is how I spent many of my days trying to fit in or be included. That my cause of death was due to stress because I was not able to pay my bills... but nevertheless, I was the life of the fucking party!! Nope. Can't do it. The Joneses can kiss my ass.

Until next time bloggers...

Sleeping With The Enemy

In all of my 29 years, I have been sleeping with the enemy. I allowed things to get extremely out of control and contorted. There is no law against my scrambling thought processes, but something tells me that there should be. I keep thinking that I'm continuously apprehending myself within these failing relationships and becoming a self mutilator with my horrible choices in judgement of character. Passing out too many benefits of the doubts. Once we hit the end, I'm secluded in yet another dark hole where I'm trying to find my way to understanding what the hell could I have done wrong this time around? So am I suppose to start out spiteful towards new prospects that could possibly be my future husband (NOTATE: possibly, but more than likely never) or should I just continue to let my guards down and prepare to die once again. Yes! It's just that serious. I thought that if you give respect, you get respect in return. Or that you treat people the way you would like to be treated. Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours? All or nothing? You never know how cruel people really are until you are left looking stuck repeating the words, "but I thought you loved me? It's me!!! Don't you recognize me?" You don't do that to the people that you love... or at all. Then again, maybe that's just me. I love different. And the same way that the meaning of marriage has become extinct, I'm starting to believe that there is no hope for this play-play word that people keep throwing around. Love? Bah-humbug!! I don't know what it means anymore and I don't think I really care to find out at this point.

I don't need a man to validate me and I'm not sure what I am missing. I came to work this morning high on coffee and rummaging through my filing cabinet of thoughts like an insane person. I instantly became fed up with myself as if there was something to really find, and I know it's right there but I can't put my hands on it. "Who are you?" And why, at the time of pure bliss when in love, does no one just duck and run for safety? It's addicting! And dumb-dumbs like me keep going back for more. That is AFTER getting brutally murdered for having a carefree spirit and the ability to love hard or go home. I guess you can say that I set myself up for my trust issue dilemma, however, I'm still in a rat race to prove that no one will ever love as hard as I do. I don't want to always be right. Prove me wrong and I will truly be happy with those results. I wish that I could say I have had at least one relationship where I was genuinely happy or treated with the utmost respect. LOL, now, that sounds like a boat load of shit!! Honestly, I don't even think that it is possible. Not on my watch, anyway.

When you leave things on the floor and continuously walk around them, it begins to create clutter until you can't maneuver any more. I am a hoarder. I hoard my thoughts/emotions and whatever else that puts me in a state of vulnerability. Easier to write about it, then to say it and so we are here... Sense So Common. I don't deal with my emotional problems head on. I feel that there is no need, because if shit is already in Stage: Bullshit, then I'm helpless and everything is pretty much out of my hands anyway. I'm so use to disappointments that nothing phases me anymore. It is impossible to avoid a brick wall that you are already on the road heading straight for in full speed, y'know? My expectations are of NO special standard and me ever loving again is a very unattractive thought. From being cheated on to being verbally and emotionally abused, to being straight up non-existant in the eye of the beholder (lol), used up, lied to, lied on, pissed on, shitted on (not literally. for my slow slang learners)... What else you got? Place a check mark beside that one too. And for those that know me really well, this is where the evil Candi (that so many people like to bring up) comes back to life. Retaliating and vengeful thoughts whirlwind like tornadoes and hurricanes. But I'm not so sure what to do with that or how to handle it, so I stay out of sight. I'm not even sure what that means because I am not the vengeful type. I try to consume myself with work, kids and the homefront because I don't have practice on dealing with the problem. I admit, my thought process can take me on a most awesome roller-coaster ride which leaves me hurling at the end. But after vomiting so many times, why continue to wait in line for the next go-round?

I'll continue to pick up my guts and insides that got hung on picket fences and drug along the streets, and try to peice them together as best I can. I don't have a clean up crew for this one so I'm pretty much on my own, in which I have always been. I always wondered how the hell could people get so far in and end up being left at the alter? Stressing over dates, times and venues when it was only a distraction to get you off their back so they can bail out on your ass without all the extra. I laugh at myself for getting caught up in those fairytale dreams. Making sure that the love of my life was happier than I. I thought if I gave you everything that you wanted, we would be okay. Notice that I didn't say "great", I said we would be OKAY. Is that even acceptable? I'm still trying to remember who I am and where I came from. My memory seems to be a little cloudy and my tear ducts are currently out of order and have been for a while now. They work kinda like a fart. You feel like you got to, but it just won't come out. What better way could I have put it? I should be swimming and drowning myself in all of my glories with these exciting new things happening in my life. I am happier than I have ever been before. So tell me why does my nest feel so empty? I am every bit of how the saying goes. And although I use it quite often, I guess it just hit me that I really am my own worst enemy. It's even worst when you realize that you can't just hop out of the bed with this one. There is no running away from yourself. And it would be really retarded to actually try to analyze your past filled with people that YOU invited into YOUR heart only to have it kicked and detroyed. Did I paint a pretty picture for you? I think I'm done for today.

Until next time bloggers...

Interview With The Mistress: Whose Winning?

Branching off my post from a while back, Flexible Pussy: A Man's Sideline Hoe, I decided to be hands-on with the "Mistress" being as though this is, and can be a very touchy subject. Only because everyone has an opinion or feels the need to pass judgement. But what works for one person doesn't necessarily have to/is suppose to work for the next. You can agree or disagree and this is why we are all made differently and not alike :) To be sure that this experience was full-throttle, I delved deep into the abyss of the motives behind it all. I needed to know her views on herself and the situation, how she felt about being with a married man for 16 years + baby, and why she's content with it all.

The initial meeting of these 2 people began as cordial, friendly-passerby type dialogues. There was no immediate confirmation that they were "looking to have an affair" or even looking to hook up, for that matter. Common sense tells us that things don't JUST happen. But, common sense also tells us that things do GRADUALLY happen, while we also understand the time span in between. So whether we are speaking of a line of communication that had taken place for 30 minutes before we got down to the nitty-gritty, or whether we are speaking of years worth of relationship growth before getting down to the nitty-gritty; here we are well over a decade later, plus baby. Confirmed platonic friends first. Initiation of seriousness later. The fact of the matter when dealing with this scenario is NOT how long the OFFICIALS have been married or what the problem is within their marriage, what they do/don't have together, or whose lacking. And although we all look forward to the fidelity and commitment within our marriages professed before God and our partners whom we chose to spend our lives with, what is there to complain about when everyone's needs are being met? This includes the Wife and the Mistress. I married you because of this... this... and this. Under these circumstances, I fell in love with you because of this... this... and this. How can I be so content and happy when you are cheating on me? How can I be so content and happy when you don't belong to me? So with all of that being said, if no one is losing, then whose really winning?

Mistress made it clear that their "family" is a most particular one. He plays a role as "acting husband". Affirmed agreements on what bills he is to pay (no he doesn't live with her, not even some of the time), conjoined banking accounts, exchanging of security codes and social security numbers (lol), confirmed vacations for the lover's, bonding time with their family as a unit (she has 2 kids before him (adults) where he is acting Dad for them, as well), household and automobile maintenances along with household rules. It's a life complete with every woman's dream husband. Someone who can complete a job of many men, in a timely manner, minus his presence on a 24/7 basis. Let me not forget to mention that she makes it very clear that their sex-life is awesome. She wants for nothing, never have to ask twice and he has learned and processed her in's and out's. I guess we could line that up on a level of being soul mates.

I dug deeper, in order to understand how this situation can pan out so perfectly (in her eyes). So keep up readers because things may become a little confusing from this point, if you haven't already given the slant eye. Mistress lives her life as a single woman. She and their child live alone. Let's not mistake the Mistress's "acting role husband", for a real husband. If we are paying attention to the technicalities of the situation, then let's note that he is only binded to her because of child. Now with all of this being said, Mistress is still free to do whatever she wants at whatever will she pleases. Carefully omiting herself from any type of relationship other than the one that she has already committed herself to. How can we consider her to be cheating if the man she has spent 16 years of her life falling in love with, is married? Careful not to consume her conscience, time and ability to maintain, with the thoughts of commiting adultery, she continues to persue a normal life just as if "acting husband" doesn't exist. But, only to a certain level of degree. She knows that she could never become dependent on the idea that he would one day belong to her, while in the meantime, it would be useless to complain about nothing anyway. Because, as I stated before, all her needs are being met. It doesn't matter that there is great precision in the timeline of events that states they will soon be hitting a 20 year marker. If the shoe fits, wear it.

If his homebound has no complaints and his time is being disparsed among his wife and their child, as needed... along with the fact that she didn't leave him once the revealing of the new baby... then what's the problem? Apparently, the wife is not lacking at this point either. If there is no drama, why create any? And if her needs are being met, then why complain about nothing? There is no arguement. Only the factor that she knows there is someone else, but can never put a finger on how and when he could have time with anyone else if his time is never missed at home. Everyone is happy and he's not so drained to the point where his household duties (both homes) are becoming a burden. In a sense, none of the events taking place is really a secret. Everyone is comfortable. So everyone is winning!! Right or Wrong?

If I know about you and you know about me, but we both choose not to budge.... can anyone tell me how I'm wrong if I'm happy with the way things are? EXAMPLE: If you are at an awesome paying job, that you are ultimately satisfied with while others are continuously telling you that there has to be another job like it, when in your mind, you know their may be but why leave a place that you are happy and comfortable with? It handles all of your expenditures and you're not stressing about living check to check and the benefits are glorious. Is where you work really that much of a bother to other people that are not paying your bills? I'm sure everyone is screaming marriage right now. Ok, that's your arguement. But you all know my views on marriage... no paperwork, ceremony, or oath spoken whether in front of the entire Universe or God is binding when it comes to 2 people... promises are made to be broken.. yadda, yadda... the list could go on. But I'm ready to hear from my audience. So whose winning?

Until next time bloggers...

Sexual Frustration Rambling

There was this post I wrote a while back called "Ego: A Man's Best Friend" where I talk about how men need validation and love to have their ego stroked and fed. Everyone loves compliments here and there, but there is a difference between accepting a compliment with humbleness and letting it go straight to your head on an ego-trip. Some men egos are so big that they should probably have a name for it. I know that I have bragging rights in certain areas and so do most others. Everyone is special in their own way, but I don't feel the need to brag and boast about whatever it is that I know I have ultimately over-achieved. It's for me to know and you to find out, that is... if you even make it that far. Let's also not forget my lovely, lovely ladies. I love my men-folk first (of course), but I've had an encounter or 2 with women where they totally forgot the concept that, "a woman knows what a woman wants". And I begin to think, "what the hell am I suppose to do with this (her)?" Kind of defeats my whole motive for being bi-sexual, y'know? lol! Geez! I aim to please. I found out a while back that my sex-game is a hidden talent (ego-trip, LMAO!!) I just hate to give her/him all of this extra-ness and I get's "half-ass" in return. So!! I'm being stingee (spellcheck, stin-gee lol)

And how about this shit here! Did you know Sexual Frustration is a real condition?

So I was staring off into space this particular day, pondering on some past and present moments, and I began to realize guys really love to talk about their Mr. Winky. How magnificent they think it is (or may be) and we can even include performance. Women love to talk about how sensual they can be and love-making. At least, the fems do. Not too sure about studs. No offense, but I like girly girls. Anywho, to be honest, if you really think about it, you only know about yourself what people, you have interacted with, tell you. You observe others reactions, collect responses, insert data here, and you apply it routinely because it seems to work out in your favor for the most part. Right?! So I'll go along with your game. Ok bae, I understand you know how to fuck and you can put it down good (at least that's what you're telling me because that's what the last 2 girls told you). But let's be realistic and also notate that whatever works for them, may or may not work for me. So the question is, do you know how to fuck me? Because I am me and they are them, which means that we are nothing alike. Duuuhhhhh....

I swear I can over-think a situation until there is nothing left to think about. Yes my dearests, this is how bored I was or maybe my overly concerning issues with being single after 6 years on top of the frustration. My attitude is fucked up completely, LOL!! And even though I don't mean it (sometimes), I have found it to be very easy to shoot down a man's ego. Not intentional, I just say what comes to mind first. I mean complete murder. Sorry fellas!! But it only usually turns out that way after I have reached my impatient marker. Some men just don't know when to stop talking. I'm usually submissive when it comes to the ladies. But, moving on, my thought process went a little something like what was discussed in random conversations being had that lead up to having sex (past and present). Who bragged and who didn't, and if they really did have the rights to brag or not. Then I began to think, I'm getting old LOL!! and conversations about sex probably shouldn't even be had. It seems a little lame. I'll go along with it for a minute, at least until my ADD kicks in. I can understand (not really) younger people bragging about what they do, how they do it and what they got (newbies, *roll eyes*)... but I don't understand how mature adults continue to have this conversation with future prospects. Because the last 10 girls you fucked, liked being put in the "full nelson" and then being contorted into a pretzel all while she sat on your face, at the same time. I'm sorry boo boo, that's not going to work for me. So while you school me on what it is that you got and how you did it last week, let me school you on how I like it. Take notes first. We can discuss how it worked out for you later ;) And it always works.

Sexual frustration can have me a little irritated and antsy, all while the last thing that I need to hear is, "you ain't had a piece of me, yet." *rolls eyes, again* Oh Jesus!! in that case, I'll pass. I wonder how this journey is going to pan out. I imgagine that it will be a most hilarious one. Considering the fact that I haven't had sex in a month, I'm about to explode. I hardly consider oral enough to get the job done either. I don't care how many times I bust. Yes stinkers!! Whatever you are thinking, that's what happened, and that's it! It's possible. Guess some people get hungry at the oddest moments. Oh well!!  I think I have shared enough with you today. I probably could go on, but I would rather not. It's only going to piss me off even more. So I'll get back to pretending like I'm actually doing some work since I'm on the clock.

So, until next time bloggers... relax, relate, and release

Up 4 Discussion Presents...

Sizzling Sexy Ways to Spice Up Your Summer Love

Here we are discussing one of my most favoritest topics in the whole entire world. Loves, loves, loves the sex!! LOL!! Let's see if you can spark a flame with this one and be sure to come back and tell me how it went. Because if there is anything better than sex, it's when people overshare their sexcapades. My ears are always open!

And I just had to steal this picture from J and post it here because I oh-so-love it so much!!

Be sure to check out J and the rest of the Up4Discussion fam, including moi. Be sure to leave your questions, comments and concerns in the comment box. And enjoy the good read!!

Kisses fellow followers!!

Until next time bloggers...

Back To The Basics

Hey guys!! First, I just want to apologize for my disappearing acts. I have been neglecting my readers, my Twitter (lol, look at me tweeting), and I have been slacking on my loyalty to the bloggers that I follow. I can sit still long enough to read, but not long enough to gather my thoughts and comment. I have been studying my ass off for this state exam that I am about to take. I'm also trying to brand a new "focus" and learning to eliminate some of my expenditures (we're not balling yet! but, either way, I'm going to always be cheap) and adjusting to this newness of singular-ity business. Yes!! "Pending" is now "Voided". LOL!! Anywho, I want to share with you guys my adventures since all of this excitement has occured. I also want to let you guys know that I did some interviews on some very interesting situations, in which I will, one of these days, write up so that I can have some shit to boggle your minds with, once again.

First off, let's talk about my emotional state. I feel awesome! I have to admit, I was falling into that trap where you hit 30 and begin to dream about marriage or whatnot (even with my trust issues), however those dreams have been neatly folded and tucked away. Maybe they will be brought out at a much... much later date, but until then, we'll just get a kick out of how common sense and life interact. I'm slow rollin' it. I'm not in too big of a hurry to do anything right now but handle all of this shit that I placed on my "to do" list. Work overload is kicking my ass.

So, there must be a glow about me or something. Apparently there is a sticker on my ass that reads "NOW AVAILABLE". I mean, it's so noticable that it might as well be in neon lights, or maybe written with one of those homeless people markers. I haven't done anything different. I'm still me. I haven't even been out. The club is not my scene anyway, but you get my point. I'm also beginning to notice that people tend to attract a certain type of crowd depending upon where you are in life. I guess back in high school, I only attracted the pretty boys and those that were fresh out of high school. This explains why I only went out with graduates. College years, I attracted all the jocks. After that, it was the bad boys, dope dealers and criminals, LMAO!!! I have to stop and laugh at myself sometimes. "Pending" was a little out of my element when we met, but I was willing to try something new along with the fact that the sexual tension between us (at first sight) was remarkable. I don't regret it, it worked out for a spell, more good times then bad. What can I say? You just charge it to the game. Anywho, I realized that I was attracted to the tall, thick and suave LLS!! Puney just doesn't do it for me. No basketball statures. I'm lookin' a bodyguard LOL!!! OK, I'm rambling. ANYWAYS, I've been getting approached by youngins and geeky lookin' business men. Hmmmm.... I wonder what does this mean? I've pretty much played with the laws of attraction (on a more deeper level) after all of these years, but I can't say that I'm into Beauty and the Geek OR Cougar Sexcapades. I find it to be funny. I'm not looking for anyone and if I was, boy would I be disappointed. I have no idea what I would do with these little babies that keep thinking I'm their age. And I don't think that I would want to spend a date with any type of techy or corporate head. It would just seem a little boring and too... not passionate or spontaneous, maybe even rehearsed for the sake of traditional rules and a "code of conduct" (whatever the fuck that is) LOL!

Well you guys, I guess it's back to the basics we go. You can't look for love, it has to find you anyway. So I'm chillin'. I see right now that I'm in for a ride. This should be the most fun ever o_O .... LMAO!!

Until next time bloggers...

Sense So Common is 1

Today marks the day, last year, where Sense So Common was born. I wish I was more prepared for this, and there is no excuse because I should have been. But between my writer's block, homebound issues, any my work overload progression, I have completely bullshitted you guys out of what the original plans were. Wait a minute.... those are excuses, aren't they? LOL!!! Anywho, I had planned on giving you guys a new profile picture. But, that didn't happen and, hopefully, my photoshoot will pull off by this weekend as planned. So maybe we will be doing some spring cleaning and updating my sites, My Blogger and Wordpress (whom I have been neglecting, Blogger is just easier to maneuver).

Maybe we should just take a trip down memory lane....

Last year, when I first began writing, I had been through so much travesty. A horrifying break up setting and having to start all over. It was okay. I was good. But once I began writing, I became great. So that help me to get over the heartache and pain a little. I mean, so much has happened between "the pending" and I over this past year, which I have vaguely mentioned in posts here and there and some are pretty much upfront and to the point, however I have left quite a few things out that will remain stuck in my fingers LOL!! Sorry, too many people I know read this blog along with the fact that my face is tacked to this shit (and I wouldn't have it no other way). So, no, no, no, tookies, lol! I wish I could, but I just can't. But I will tell you that the same place we was in, in the beginning, we are now. So "pending" is no longer pending as of right now, lol. And we will leave that at that. Refer back to Pure Love Produces Pure Nonsense if you want to experience a rollercoaster ride. I should build my own theme park (so random, lol)

I've met so many bloggers, whom I like to call my family because we share the same language: keyboard taps, lol, like morse code. I have gained so much respect from just, pretty much talking about shit that people actually want to hear about. Who knew that was even possible? It's awesome!! It feels good when people walk up to me and say, have you written anything lately? OR, I like that one about dot-dot-dot. And of course, everything comes with a bitter-taste-after-effect where I have to say, NO, I'm not talking about you. Insecure asses. They'll be alright. Sounds like personal issues, if you ask me. It's funny how people can make it seem like your focal point just has to be centered around them. Why?! You're not that important. I AM my focal point. LOL!! *shrugs shoulders* whatever.

Anyway, I shall return as the bearer of gifts, which will be more of ME. I went natural last year, so on my "big chop" anniversary, I dreaded up. You guys will, soon, be seeing the effects of that and how well my locs are coming along. I have to admit, I'm feeling myself a little, lol, and so is everybody else. Happy Blog-Versary to me. Thanks to all of my readers for reading. It would be awesome to know if there is anyone that has been following me since the beginning, but oh well... can't have everything, lol.

Until next time bloggers.... somebody send in the strippers!!! LMAO!!! I had to do it. It was just too cute.

Rub A Man's Feet, and He'll Still Walk Out Your Life

As I did my ultimate no-no by watching "Love and Hip Hop of Atlanta" last night, I browsed through Twitter reading comments being made on the show. I didn't feel the need to join in on #TeamMiMi or make comments about how wack Karlie is, and that the truth of the matter about Joselyn is she's a pretty retard. BUT I did feel the need to retweet @jesspaigeme's, "rub a man's feet and he'll still walk out of your life". As I watched this portion of the show, I became disgusted; not with the fact that she was rubbing her man's feet, but the fact that we already know what's to come, #betrayal and #deceit. Let's also notate the deeper scenario. This woman went through who-knows-what to create this scenery and mood, along with rubbing this n*66a's feet while he's hitting her with a bunch of bullshit that is every epitome of the opposite of what the scene is suppose to project. My thoughts? It could have waited. At least until after you dicked her down. But that's not the point I'm making here... got a little carried away.

First, let me tell you what feet mean to me. LOL!! Yes! The feets! I find feet to show a deeper sentiment rather than making the most passionate love ever. It's like one of those endearing gestures that are so miniscule but leaves a gargantuan effect. Rubbing the nape of someone's neck, playing in their hair, forehead kiss, that little thing under the chin that men tend to throw at women. That shit can have you feeling pre-orgasmic right where you stand... ~FLASHBACK~ ... ok and we're back!..  Me touching someone's feet means, "come here baby, let me sooth these callus' formed from this rocky road that you just traveled", "let me lift some of this weight off of you", "... eliminate pain... your struggle... your load...I love you and I can make it go away..." yadda, yadda... and yes it had to sound all poetic and shit, just like that. LOL! You all get my point. It's not that I don't or would never want to rub my man's feet. I would absolutely love to sustain this type of comfortability with someone. Especially someone who I consider myself to love. It's just that no one has given me a reason to let down my guards and oil up them dawgs (make sure we include, on a regular). LMAO!!! Seriously! And if you think you know me now, I'm going to let you in on a little secret, for those prospective prospects; if I take pride in rubbing my man's feet (and again: on a regular), then I am definitely ready to marry you, lol. BUT, until then... you get's nothing!!

Now, let's recollect back to a few (maybe more) of my post, where I share with you guys how I got "psycho" trust issues. We could read Laundry Day:Trust Issues or maybe I Don't: Marriage Only Complicates Things. You can even find some mentions in others, but we're going to keep this in motion; throughout my years, quite a few guys have heard me say, "I don't do feet", and I mean that shit. I don't want them on me, near me, in eyesight, nothing. I have rubbed one guys feet once or maybe twice (can't remember because it was a while ago), BUT that didn't last long and it disgusts me even more when I think back to how, for that split second, I was brought out of my element, because like the tweet said, "he'll still walk out of your life". So where is he now? Doesn't look like I'm married, and I guess that proves my point. Or maybe I should make the point a little clearer by saying, I refuse to promote strength in the very things that could be used against me. People take quality and catering for granted, and no one is trustworthy or just plain worthy enough for their feet to be knealed upon. To become worn from the upkeep of your existence and inject in you (through your feet) the strength that I carry (with my hands)? To wash away your burdens while you look down on me like it's my job? LOL!! ok I got carried away, again!! So, there you have it, I don't do feet!!

Lastly, I just wanted to say that while I googled my ass off looking for a picture of a WOMAN rubbing her MAN's feet, there were none to be found. At least, not in the sense that I would like to have projected my vision. And with that being said, what does that say about this whole situation at hand? I think we're all playing the wrong roles here. *shrugs* Just my opinion. That mutha-pheeny should have been rubbing my feet! lol

Until next time bloggers....