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Cuffing Season Prayer: Back In The Habit

Our Father in Heaven,

Another Cuffing Season has come upon us and I thank You for continuing to bless me. Lord, if You’ll recall for a second, the last time I was here, I had a request that I brought before Your throne. I wasn’t quite sure at the time what I was asking for, but I’d like to think that I’ve grown a little and I’d like to add to my previous request (if I may).

Lord, I didn’t exactly get the answer that I wanted to my Cuffing Season Prayer last time. But I know that You told me to pray WITHOUT CEASING, so here I am.

I don’t mean to sound impatient Lord and please excuse the pun, but too often I feel like bae is somewhere out there Living Single and I’m here in A Different World. I dream about what she’ll be like and how I want her to be. Lord, let her name be Shauntay, so she can be like “Shauntay’s got a man at home!” Or maybe Alexis, so that when I drive her crazy and people ask me what I drive, I can say I drive a Lexus. Or maybe just MAYBE even Badu, so that she can have me focused on “That thing! That thing! That thiiiiing!” But please oh please just don’t let her name be Co-Co. It’s already enough people professing their love for Co-Co. Whatever her name is Lord, I humbly pray that You bless her with an apple bottom, so that she can be the apple of my eye.

But oh Lord, I know that if I get a girlfriend, that means that if I go get me a Frappucino from Starbucks, then I better bring her a Mocha Vanilla Venti Latte Expresso. But if I have a sidechick, I don’t have to bring her anything. She’ll just be happy to see me and be in my presence. IN FACT, she’ll probably ask ME if I want something to eat!

But now I’m starting to wonder if all this time I’ve been looking for arm candy when I really need some soul food? Cause OH she gon need some greens and cornbread, so that pretty brown round can be driving me wild.

Oh goodness! I’m going back to my old habits again. Let me get back on track. Lord, as You know, I’m a big dude. So I PRAY that she not come with a lot of baggage, because I already carry enough weight!

Oh Father, I feel like I’m having a relapse. It’s not that I’m afraid of committing. It’s just that girlfriends always get mad about stuff they shouldn’t be mad about, but sidechicks are usually so understanding! Girlfriends always go thru your stuff as soon as you turn your back, but you don’t have to always worry so much about sidechicks going thru your stuff! They understand that’s YOUR STUFF!

But Lord, I said earlier that I had grown and that I…I knew what I wanted. It would be nice to have a “Beyoncé” type. A diva to upgrade me and give me the green light to be crazy in love too. In fact, if you delivered that young lady to me, I’d make sure that she’d get to a point where she is so crazy in love that she ends up drunk in love, and I’ll have her waking up flawless and feeling herself. But the thing is…I don’t NEED Beyoncé! Just send someone that I can get beyond say with. Send me somebody that can match my wits! If she ask me what today is and I say something like “The day you gon learn!” She’s got to come back with something like “What you plan on teaching me?” And I can’t get past this whole baggage thing Lord, because TOO MANY of these females seem to think that just because they come with a lot of baggage means that they can carry their own weight!

Lord, when it gets right down to it, I think that what I’m asking for is…a girlfriend with a sidechick mentality. Thank You in advance! In Jesus name I pray, amen.

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Cuffing Season Prayer

Lord forgive me, but sometimes I get the urge to look through your creations and find a Ms. RightForNow. Not a Mrs. Raglon; but just a Ms. RightForNow. I’ve been single for awhile now, and I just think that it might be good for me for the time being. Lord, I really just want somebody to have and to hold. Not through sickness and in health, not for better or for worst, and DEFINITELY not til death do us part. Just to have and to hold, because as you know my last relationship wasn’t til death do us part. It was more like til depth do us part, because the chick just wasn’t that deep.

Lord, I don’t want to give her the wrong impression, but we’re not talking, we’re just texting. And I hope this don’t sound like I’m flexing, but we’re not talking, we’re just texting.

It’d be nice to have somebody who is girlfriend material, but then again, I want someone who says “Thank you” when I open the door for them. Have yal ever noticed how happy a sidechick gets when the guy she is with NOT only takes her out in public, but even opens the door for her??? The look on her face is PRICELESS! She’ll go ALL OUT to make a big deal out of it and be all loud like “Ohhh you SHOULDN’T have!” The dude be beating his chest and acting like he did something as major as she made it out to be. The girls in the background be like “Uh, calm down boo boo! He just opened the door for you. They don’t have no award for that.”

This situation kind of brings me to another point. Why do guys take their sidechicks out? Well, it’s because the typical sidechick can’t cook. I know it’s some females out there that really think that tuna is the name of a type of fish. They might be efficient in fixing a sandwich or burning hot water, but other than that they really can’t cook; which is why I might need a girlfriend, cause as yal can see, I likes to eat. But then again, Lord I want somebody that I can grow with, not somebody that’ll grow complacent with me. Girlfriends do tend to get comfortable in the title and the whole being “the girlfriend” experience.

So maybe I need a sidechick. Because when you actually have a conversation with your sidechick, she’s ALWAYS supportive! Like NOTHING is a bad idea to your sidechick! She is your “Yes” person. If you want to hear somebody say “Yes”, go to your sidechick! Primarily, because she knows if yal have a fight, she’s gona get kicked off the team faster than Chris Brown in Stomp The Yard. The beauty of sidechicks is that they don’t have an opinion unless you give them one. And I don’t know about yal, but I’m not in the business of giving thoughts to thots. That’s my thought on thots. But then again, maybe that’s why I need a girlfriend. So I can have somebody to differentiate between my stupid thoughts and my well-thought out ideological theories. Then again…you don’t have to hear that phrase “We need to talk” too often from a sidechick! A sidechick don’t get caught up and feel like they have the right to tell you about yourself!

You know what God, I don’t know. Right now, do I need the upgrade like Beyoncè? Do I need the Barbie type like Nicki Minaj? Do I need the fine white girl that’s a showstopper type like Aubrey from Danity Kane? Do I need a motivation like Kelly Rowland? Do I need the cheerleader of my dreams that only seems to date the head of football teams like Keri Hilson? I just pray that you don’t send me a bad girl like Rihanna, because that is ONE DUMB BRAWD. SOMEBODY needs to let that chick know that diamonds don’t shine; they reflect! Also, I pray that she be sober. Because telling a drunk female to calm down is like trying to baptize a chicken.

I pray that she comes sooner than later. Because on the right day and if it’s the right girl, you might catch me walking around campus like “If this girl were mine….” But Lord, You know me better than I know myself. I just know that You said “Ask and it shall be given to you. Seek and ye shall find.” So I’m asking for You to send me somebody that can handle my sarcastic ways. Because I can be QUITE sarcastic. Can I get an amen? I’m asking You to send me somebody who will laugh at my jokes. Like, if I walk on stage at Poetic Justice and say “If Michael Jackson was on a rollercoaster, would you call it a thriller?” she has to be right there with me. I’m asking You for a girl like Kolbi Dixon. Somebody to push me. After I told Kolbi that I got a 43/50 on a test, she told me that I could’ve gotten a 51/50 if I would’ve applied myself. Now, I don’t know if she knew, but it really was possible for me to get a 51/50 on a 50/50 exam. But she’s a female. Females know everything, right? I’m asking you to send me a girl that’ll have me getting on the cypher at Poetic Justice spitting something like “Big Dude Making Big Moves hopping on the mic! Like T.I said, you can have what you like! Oops did I say that? I really meant phyche! Girl I’m a college student, you can ride on my bike!”

I’m asking all of this, because Lord, You know that I easily get attached and put both energy and effort into the things that I’m a part of. I’m passionate. If things go bad I might be walking around my house like “A chair is still a chair….” or even “When a good thing goes bad, it’s not the end of the world. It’s just the end of a world, that you had with one girl. And she’s the reason it happened, cause she’s overreacting. And it’s all because she don’t want things to change.” I’d rather her hit me up to say “Hey I’m alone, can you come walk me home?”, than hit me up to say “Hey I’m alone, bae pick up the phone.” Overall, I just don’t won’t a b.a.e or a d.a.b. I want somebody I can call my baby. Even further, I don’t even just want to be able to say “There goes my baby“. I want to be able to say “There goes my lady”.

But You know what Lord? I realize that Adam went to sleep, woke up, and he had a bae. So maybe I need to take a nap.

Conversations With Myself (Part 2)

“No sir you haven’t.”

That was her response and she added a smiling-laugh face. I honestly don’t know what to think about it. On the surface, I thought to myself “CHRIS! You haven’t messed up yet!!!!!” However, as I thought more into it, she could’ve been sarcastic, she could’ve been amused, and she didn’t offer an explanation. So it could very well mean that she’s done with me. Was it her way of saying I’m being “dra-ma-tic”? Did it really just mean “No. We’re good.”? Did she think it was cute that I showed concern?

I am scared. I’m scared out of my mind. It’d be different if I didn’t know her tendencies, but I KNOW that if she cares, she usually goes into detail. She didn’t even ask why I felt this way. She didn’t let me know if she felt the distance too. Keep in mind that…this is the same girl that asked if she got two Red Box movies, would I consider them to be Red Box or Red Boxes? She believes in detail! This is the same girl that MADE SURE to LET YOU KNOW that she waited a month, before she gave you her new number. If she wanted you in her thoughts, she’d let you know.

It’s funny. I’m just thinking that…Chris, you were ready to react no matter what she said. Chris, go on about your day. For once, let her text YOU. Don’t respond. DON’T RESPOND!!!!! If she’s thinking about you, she’ll text you and ask how you’re feeling. If she doesn’t, then move on! Move on and believe that God has someONE better for you or someTHING better for you to do. After all these years, Lavincia is STILL right. You get caught up on things that you should be passed. It’s a new week! Let it go. One way or another, trust Delvanique to make the next move.

Check out part one of this conversation!

Conversations With Myself (Part 1)

Tic tic. Tic toc. Another minute runs off the clock. Tic toc. Tic tic. Another minute that your phone is waiting to be unlocked. Another minute that text is waiting to be clicked.

Chris, why oh WHY did you send that risky text? I’m SO glad you stopped holding your breath, because you were waiting for HOURS to get a response. As a matter of fact, YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOUR HOURS FOR A RESPONSE!!!!!! Don’t open it! It’s a trap!!!!!!

I received the response last night and I still haven’t opened it. I’ve been reveling in thinking about her and what it says. Is this the time where she confesses her undeniable feelings for me? Am I gona get all of her love? Is she gona be really pissed that I didn’t respond? Or is the fact that I didn’t respond not gona bother her (which leaves even more concern for me)?

What if it’s a one-word response? She’s NOTORIOUS for not answering your calls and text! Why would she choose to confess her feelings now? Are you stupid???? What if she says yal need to just call it quits? Are you ready to handle that? What if she spits in your face by blowing it over and claiming that you’re being “dra-ma-tic”? What if she’s confused, because she doesn’t feel the rift in our relationship? Why oh why oh WHY did you send that text Chris?

I sent it, because well…it was the only way I thought that I’d be in her thoughts. You see, the difference between me and her is that…it doesn’t take a tornado flying around my room in order for me to be thinking about her. She isn’t my reason for breathing, but I DO only think of her on two occasions. I think about her way more than I should and it scares me. She’s afraid of spiders, so whenever I have a run-in with one, I think of her. We used to have these insiders about Girl Scout Cookies, so it’s tough to not be thinking of her whenever I bite into a Samoa. Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of her. Why did you send that text Chris?

I sent it, because I’m unhappy with the status-quo. I’ve known her for a year and three months, but I stopped getting to know her a few months ago. I hardly see her and whenever I do, it’s awkward. Either awkward, because I don’t know what to say or because I get distracted by her beauty so easily. She is beautiful. She is my chocolate high and now I know what it feels like to be elevated. But at the same time, I don’t know what to talk about, because I don’t trust her anymore. I don’t trust her with my dreams, I don’t trust her with my feelings, and I barely trust her to smile back if I smile at her. I don’t trust her smile, because it’s seductive; that girl is poison. And no matter how soft that butt is, I’ve GOT to listen to Johnny when he says NEVER trust a big butt and a smile.

Chris, why did you send that text? Why are you going thru all of this over a number that you never asked for? You didn’t even ask to be in this situation! And now it feels like you’re losing something that you never had and that’s arguably what hurts the most. So go on about your day. Thanks for opening up to me. Now go open that text.

Wrong End of A Love Song

Since the Daily Post prompt is ” is “Awe” I think this post is quite fitting. It’s about the moment in time that I realized things wouldn’t workout with this young lady and I. After a few months I realized how I didn’t always “play” things the right way and…I essentially just sat back in awe.

But I can’t be too upset. I would notice whenever she walked in the room, but I didn’t acknowledge her as she did with me. I remember the time she ran to me as I walked in the room. She was so excited to see me and she let not only me, but everybody in the room know it. But I just couldn’t match her energy; I didn’t match her energy.

I didn’t catch her when she fell and even worse, I didn’t help her back to her feet. I didn’t walk her to her car whenever we were out late. I didn’t take full advantage of the “us” moments she tried to create. I didn’t grab her butt when she wanted me to. I didn’t hold her hand long enough. I didn’t hold HER long enough. Whenever she pushed away I just let her go. I didn’t pull her back in and I didn’t resist.

I didn’t give her my jacket when she was cold. And even worse, I gave it to another girl. I could go on and ON about how I messed up, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I learned and I’m learning. Even further, I’m taking responsibility for my part in why “we” never got a chance.

I basically friend zoned myself as she tried with all her might to pull me out. She treated me like I was the rain maker to get her out of a drought. She wanted me to be the ice cream that made her scream and shout. She was just too bright for me. It just wasn’t right for me. I lost my way and she tried to be light for me.

For awhile, I was upset with her. I was upset with her, I was upset with God, and I was upset with myself; but the emphasis was on HER and God. I knew that I wasn’t perfect and I wasn’t trying to be. And maybe, just maybe that was the problem. That was MY problem. I didn’t think she was worth the effort of trying to be perfect for.

For more insight, see Conversations With Myself (Parts one and two).

A Message To Bae

I am a poet. I hold the arsenal. I have the power to bring you to your knees screaming, “Baby baby PLEASE” like Dwayne Wayne.

I am a poet, but I don’t know if I have all the words to describe all of the captivating feelings that I have for you. Even further, I don’t know if you’d even read them.

I write, because it is the only way I get to see me in your eyes. My goal is to write about you so much that I cut you deep and you start bleeding ink. Maybe then you’ll write about me too. Bleed that ink onto paper and use your skin as the pen. Maybe if I’m special, you’ll write about how you want me to pin you up against the wall like the masterpiece that you are.

I want to touch you inappropriately. I want to walk my fingers from the tip of your chin to the small of your waist; leaving nothing overlooked and treating nothing as if it’s misplaced. I want my words to feel as though they’re fingertips tracing the curves of your hips. I want my gaze to have the capability of holding you in place and have you LOVE occupying that space. Every time I take a breath, I’d love to glance over and see that you stopped breathing. Searching, waiting, and longing for the next wave of poetic melodies to flow from my lips. I want every word that flows from my lips to make you fall deeper and deeper under my spell. And I hope it’s a trance that you never loop out of.

I want to write something in such a way that it leaves your heart quivering for days. I want to speak and watch my energy capture your soul. I want your favorite part of me to be my mind, because you’re always on it.

Just know that as I pray for you, I’m preying for your thoughts too. And when I count my blessings, I always make sure to count you at least twice. And even a third time for good measure. You have my heart and knowing it’s in good hands brings me great pleasure.

Sincerely,

The Guy That Has No Chance

Complacency In The Friend Zone

AND LORD, give me the courage to be a steadfast…UNMOVEABLE expert of all things pertaining to the Friend Zone like SO many that came before me!

Give me the PERSISTENCE of Steve Urkel! It took him NINE SEASONS to get the one he loved. Give me the likeability of Chase Matthews! Zoey traveled across THE WOOOORLD chasing after Chase. Put the Will in me to go find Grace! The humility to be in the Friend Zone and still show my face. Give me the strength of ROSS to just be friends with Rachel!!!!!

To the God of Abraham and Isaac. To the God that allowed the Son to be humbly born in a manger. To the God that was with Daniel as he chilled with no Netflix in the Lion’s Den. To the God that saw GIIIIILLIGAAAAAN off the island!

Let the church say….