Attempted murder suspect, victim were romantic rivals
An arrest warrant was issued for Valerie Walls, 27, suspected of assaulting a 29-year-old San Bernardino County woman between 7 p.m. and 7:30 p.m. Tuesday.
The victim suffered deep slicing wounds to her upper torso area and she lost a lot of blood, Desert Hot Springs Det. Sgt. Radames Gil said Wednesday. The victim was able to get to the K-Mart store, where she sought help and authorities were called, Gil said.
Walls and the victim were romantically involved with the same person, Gil added
we all do it. whether conscious or not, every second of every day we spend on earth we’re doing it. you did it with millions of other sperm twenty six years ago in the back room of your mom’s shanty, when that pint of md 20/20 convinced her to finally let her uncle’s leadfoots jenkins squirt his “kind milk” inside of her. as a toddler, you did it with your dad for your mom’s attention, at least until you grew older and focused your energy on your siblings. you did it for a spot in that college you’re still paying off loans for, along with that job that allows you to spend three hours a day on vsb, and that apartment you lay your head in every night, dreaming about the champ of ways to do it better. shit, that air you’re breathing? you’re doing it with trillions of other organisms for that as well.
we can’t help doing it, even if we do want to. competing is in our nature, as fundamental to humanity as oxygen and stacey dash.
this everlasting competition extends to the dating arena. each of us are equal parts free agent and general manager, constantly evaluating, being evaluated, and battling for spots on the right team. with more intense focus than kobe in a snizzles anus the 4th quarter, we’re as cutthroat as anton chigurh. we lie. we cajole. we run game. we rock wonderwaterbras and subtlely twirl our benz keys while we’re walking in the mall. we sabotage. we throw salt. we’re subtle, tactless, implicit, and direct. we start trojan wars, and gleefully shank boat ninjas outside of kmarts.
a couple questions, good people of vsb.com:
1. in regards to romance, how do you compete? (notice, i’m not asking “if” you compete, because everyone does. stop lying to yourself. you aint special and sh*t)
2. has there ever been a situation where you’ve openly competed, or have been openly competed for?
3. have you ever been shanked outside of a kmart?
remember, we’re all fam here. just me and roughly twenty-five hundred of your closest friends. dont be scurred to tell the truth and sh*t.
—the champ
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“dreaming about the champ ”
aren’t those called nightmares?
“old broads”-1
Champ-0
Get him, Hedo. I’m still kinda salty behind all his age-isms in the last post.
“Get him, Hedo. I’m still kinda salty behind all his age-isms in the last post.”
your arms are too short to jab the champ
*shakes tiny fist*
Don’t get got!
I agree, those who think they aren’t competing are just completely dilusional. At work, my staff is predominately female; i’m competing when i hit the door probably showing slightly more cleavage than the rest of the staff. I’m competing when I give a director or manager that extra smile that enables me to call them directly when I want something instead of going through the process like everyone else.
When I’m in a situation where my personal perception is there are better looking women than me in the area, I’m competing when I make myself more friendly and more approachable then the so called dime. We are ALL running like jamaicans in china from the moment we open our eyes.
“We are ALL running like jamaicans in china from the moment we open our eyes”
good simile
I have my moments.
***dannan nan naaaaanan here comes the chubby sidekick to the The Champs rescue in hopes of some redemption for his Awesomless life***
When you dream about the Champ, and he doesn’t even pay attention to you in yo dream, that’s the nightmare, then you wake and realise he’s not there, that’s the daymare, then you realise you may never meet/touch/suck the Champ that’s the Lifemare. So do tell me oldbroads what are you suffering from?
lol…thanks and sh*t.
No offense but **oooooooooooooooo**
This is funny as shyt…LOL!!
Got em!
thats not nice
***takin notes…where you live again…S.Africa???***
I’m just sitting here…waitin and wondering…what you’d do when you find me…hmmm…I’ll give you the coordinates, you just make sure you bring the peaches, syrup, and beef gravy…then you can punish me Laaawd!!!
CTFU!
Ummm…that would be exhaustion. Dealing w/youngin’s wears me out. I always expect a paycheck @ the end.
I’m not salty at all about my age or the Champs jabs. I give as good as I get.
And why do I feel like I’m in the school yard after school and errbody is around us trying to edge us on like you want to see a fight, REALLY?
The Champ and I are cool, but y’all need to stop gassin ish…
i was ready to fly to S. Africa and shyt and make it do what it do on dat @zz…Sisanda got me a few times on Dr. Phil..
..its all love tho
@Comeback, thanks for the support and ish, but it ain’t that serious. If it were I would’ve gone to the burgh and handled it.
I don’t deal with 2nd parties, don’t need no witnesses.. LOL!!!
“If it were I would’ve gone to the burgh and handled it.”
…….
“I don’t deal with 2nd parties, don’t need no witnesses.. ”
Exactly, you do dirt, 1 deep. haha!!!
I do my dirt all by my own
1st off you have to admit on some level that it was kinda funny, but it’s all in the (cane) spirit.
2ndly my lifemare is that i may never meet you wisebroads, and thus will have to settle for mediocre youngins with short skirts and high expectations. (truth)
How do I compete?? Ha!
big words, doe eyes, moxie, tight pants, lip gloss and soul food cooking.
You know PBG I was wondering about your name ‘PBG’ I mean is it a take off of pbj cuz g can sound like j if it is followed by an i or e. I said all that to say. after that post I riggity-realized that I think I liggit-e-lub U.
Didn’t we have a Wu-translator in here yesterday?? I think I’ll be needing those services today. Please and thank you.
“You know PBG I was wondering about your name ‘PBG’ I mean is it a take off of pbj cuz g can sound like j if it is followed by an i or e. I said all that to say. after that post I riggity-realized that I think I liggit-e-lub U.”
-translation-
Hey, PBG, is PBG a spin off of Peanut butter & jelly?, because a G can sound like a J if it is followed by an I, O, R, or E. I’m saying all of this, simply to tell you I’ve realized I e-love you.
-Explanation-
Wu likes food, so PBG took him to the happy place of PB&J.
*Coughs into open hand*
That’ll be $500.00.
I got you on payday after next, 8th Won-dra.
I hate peanut butter AND jelly. I know of no happy place where they are. But if he says so, I do still know how to make a decent PB&J sandwich.
u put peanut butter on both sides or one?
aight that depends on if you are going single decker or double decker.
I start w/ the jelly cuz it’s easier to rinse off than PB, & growing up You could get a go to hayel card for putting PB in the J jar or vice versa. then dry the knife or spoon n spread the PB.
Where as the double decker you go (this is a profile of the finished product) bread PB, J bread PB, J bread. oh yeah
Serve it up w/ a cold glass of milk (plain soy for me lactose intolerance)
Word? **evil grin** step into my office **pulls out concord grape n bread from cubicle fridge and natural creamy PB** You know the PB&J is umuricoh’s favorite sandwich. You can serve it to n e and every one. (it’s even vegan safe so long as you check the bread and PB ingredients)
I’m with you if by “concord grape n bread from cubicle fridge and natural creamy PB” you mean, Welch’s grape on whole grain with Skippy creamy.
Hecks yeah welch’s whole grain but no to the skippy you seen the sugar they put in there and they may be one of the brands that use lard to keep it *cough* smooth. I use a natural creamy panutbutter. You stir it that first time and leave it in the fridge. That encourages the oil to remain solid.
WuDaMan says,
“I start w/ the jelly cuz it’s easier to rinse off than PB, & growing up You could get a go to hayel card for putting PB in the J jar or vice versa. then dry the knife or spoon n spread the PB.
Where as the double decker you go (this is a profile of the finished product) bread PB, J bread PB, J bread. oh yeah
Serve it up w/ a cold glass of milk (plain soy for me lactose intolerance)”
As I stated down-thread, a woman who pays attention and can make a sandwich JUST as we like it will always have one-up on the comp.
I’m not the P&J brotha, but ham and turkey on wheat with provolone, light mayo, and a leaf of lettuce (if available) delights my taste buds. Submarine style is preferred, but slices of bread is suffice also.
Epic tangent on PB&J…something I absolutely HATE! Peanut butter stinks and jelly texture is…ewww.
I don’t think I’ve made a PB&J sandwich since my 14yr. old still needed my help in such matters. My 9yr. old is like me. He loathes the stench of the peanut as well.
I TRY SO HARD. I feel like the e-equivilant of this guy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP2I-y6kBVs fast foreward to 8 seconds in. or even this xtended clip http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3P2MHMNxbsw&NR=1 **whispers** Ocho Pan meat me around the e-corner we can get rich to this.
Boy please, I’m taking 100% for translating your ish
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isfmKb_RP7U
How I compete? Gotta leave the ladies satisfied..so they either 1. lose their common sense or 2. come back for more or 3. tell their friends how good it was.
I’ve been competed for. It happens most when I have more than 1 female at the same night spot and I make it clear that I am taking the best offer of the night.
Hell, I weight my options every open weekend. I hate making a hasty choice on weds. and then have to pass up a better offer at the last minute (friday evening). I encourage competition. It’s a free agent society. If they don’t make my team.. they can always try out next year.
Oh yeah..I had a near shank experience. It’s more of a nick.. she tried to get me..but this brotha was too quick for that.
“Oh yeah..I had a near shank experience. It’s more of a nick.. she tried to get me..but this brotha was too quick for that.”
Oh hell…..please elaborate…
He prolly told her “If you don’t make my team.. you can always try out next year” so she swung at him with a blade in her hand.
LOL…I was wondering if he came w/a big, shiny bow on his head or just a pocketful of store credit.
was she from the N.O.? lol
now dudes.. I have straight cut a dude before.. but it was his fault.. we were kicking it right? he came to me on the baby, baby I love you right? he and a friend moved intogether said friend and he fell out.. I co signed on the apartment while away at school ( I know it was dumb but I was real young, I out to sue they a$$ for letting me sign a lease under the age of 18) long story short, I got a summer job, his side chick worked there, recognized my pics from the apartment and approached me..at work…. it went down hill I came home asked him about it he acted a fool we got to tussling etc etc.. I aint no fool he was a big guy so I left, came back sliced the waterbed, his tires (all except 1) bricked the back windshield, and left the water running in the tub, kitchen, and bathroom sinks.. flooded the apartment. A week later he called me told me he forgave me, he understood because he had totally disrespected me etc etc I fell for it went to meet him and that ni$$a straight tried to choke me to DEAF!!! LOL I had to slice his a$$ up to get him up off of me….Learned a whole lot of lessons from that one….
you shoulda gutted his a$$.
you shoulda gutted his a$$.
pretty much did.. according to his friend (you know how ninja’s lie.. he had to get 22 stitches across the bottom of his stomach where I cut him..
I felt bad about it but Karma is a bytch.. that apartment complex garnished my check about 4 years ago for the damage to the apartment and early lease termination.. LMAO
Shazaam, Shay-d! You went in on his azz!
I would’ve never thought of that water running thing. That was sheer brilliance.
I would’ve never thought of that water running thing. That was sheer brilliance.
A woman scorned…. I should have known he was a lame because that ninja had a water bed but oh well.. you live and learn…I bet he hasnt had a nother one!!
I would also like to note that although it felt good at the time.. he was not worth, I wouldnt recommend doing anything other than walking away now. All that drama adds a whole other level of crazy to your life that is just not necessary
“I should have known he was a lame because that ninja had a water bed…”
Right. Ole Leon Phelps lookin boy.
just…wow. that is the perfect reason and time to cut a muthaf*cka
This is tough to read so early in the morning. I need to listen to some happy music now.
*playing N. Bedingfield*
“I gotta pocket, gotta pocket full of sunshinne…”
“sliced the waterbed, his tires (all except 1) bricked the back windshield, and left the water running in the tub, kitchen, and bathroom sinks.. flooded the apartment.”
……………………….
sliced the waterbed, his tires (all except 1) bricked the back windshield, and left the water running in the tub, kitchen, and bathroom sinks.. flooded the apartment.”
……………………….
hey, I was young, stupid and full of anger plus you specifically asked for these examples. Be careful what you ask for
“hey, I was young, stupid and full of anger plus you specifically asked for these examples. Be careful what you ask for”
lol…you’re right. i did, and i’m glad you shared, because i’m trying to create seating arrangements for the vsb bbq, and i need to know who to place as far away from me as possible
lol…you’re right. i did, and i’m glad you shared, because i’m trying to create seating arrangements for the vsb bbq, and i need to know who to place as far away from me as possible
first how you gone ask for examples and then when I open myself up and trust you with one of my most trying experiences you use it against me? I tell you about a ninja..Second.. that was over a decade ago.. I have since grown up and mellowed out a lot.
“first how you gone ask for examples and then when I open myself up and trust you with one of my most trying experiences you use it against me? I tell you about a ninja..Second.. that was over a decade ago.. I have since grown up and mellowed out a lot”
hmm…i just checked my voicemail and someone named “guilt trip” left a message, and wanted to meet. i’ve never met them before though, and have no intentions on meeting them in the future, so i’m not gonna return the call.
lol…ok. i’m gonna stop. you can sit wherever you want at the vsb bbq.
hmm…i just checked my voicemail and someone named “guilt trip” left a message, and wanted to meet. i’ve never met them before though, and have no intentions on meeting them in the future, so i’m not gonna return the call.
The fact that the phone rang means it almost worked.
hey I am a mother.. I am trying to perfect the art of the “guilt trip” its a very necessary weapon.
I think I am off to a good start!!!
I’m going to write a novel and you guys are going to make me rich!
I’ll call it a novel to protect the freaks, criminals, and innocent youths
I’m ready for the VSB television show as long as P, Champ, and Liz are ready to take it there.
Can you imagine.
Weekly special appearances by Genius this week, Goodeness next week….etc.
Whole hot mess,
I’d watch
1. by wearing low cut tops and leaning forward strategically across the bar/hot wings/rice and stew i just threw down in the kitchen cos my mother told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach (this also gets me “psst! come here” ‘s by ninjas in moving vans, but i take it all in my stride).
2. one aspect i find interesting about the competition aspect is when motherfuggers use jealousy as a tactic…. i’ll admit, i’m guilty of this, but it’s recently been used on me and i realised i really truly dislike it. but i can’t help but indulge anyway, somewhat like my relationship with r kelly’s music pre-chocolate factory. i think this may be because i like playing mind games, which i KNOW is messed up, but i like the mental stimulation.
3. i am yet to be shanked outside of a kmart. i wonder if she’ll tell that story to her grandkids….
“i just threw down in the kitchen cos my mother told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”
I cooks my a$$ off too because (1) I’m a southern girl and (2) I like tasty dishes and, yeah (3) it keeps a dude’s interest if he’s lucky enough to get served. But in relationships, I don’t see utlizing your culinary skills as competing. I see that as acting right. *Braces herself for the backlash*
I agree w/you VeeDot. You will get no backlash from me. We both may get get kicked out of the Tea Party, though.
But in relationships, I don’t see utlizing your culinary skills as competing. I see that as acting right.
i’m in college – plenty of cute but broke and hungry a$$ motherfuggers mean that the cookery skills are competition.
But aren’t the dudes competing for the one who can cook rather than her competing for them.
If you put a pot on a stove…a man will show up.
maybe this is what i meant (i haven’t slept a lot lately, which is why i’m probably not making sense). and maybe this is why i have this one motherfugger calling me every day now asking me if i’ve cooked
happy puff because he’s fuego (shout out to t-pain)
you ain’t neva lied…
the time that me and my girls threw down for easter in college… tell my WHY there were 20 random ninjas in our apt?
broke a$$ hungry muhfuggers…
“broke a$$ hungry muhfuggers”
this was actually the original title of vsb.com, before liz (aka “the boobs behind the boys”) convinced us otherwise
LIZ aka BBB
don’t see utlizing your culinary skills as competing. I see that as acting right. *Braces herself for the backlash*
no backlash but , this is a new day and age and a lot of women cant cook so this is a skill that gives you one up on the competition. I can cook. I throws down and I use to cook for my best friends roomies/frat all the time (they bought the food I cooked they cleaned up..helpe keep me fed all through college) .. them ninja’s all tried to get after me the night I made those mashed potatoes from scratch with that milk and sourcream…LMAO
“don’t see utlizing your culinary skills as competing”
it could. alot of cooking blogs (sadly with black women) think 8000 different variations of boiling pasta (lasagna, fettucini, spaghetti etc) is actually cooking. So if a woman is throwin some Barefoot Contessa (or mama and grandma remixes**) on dat @zz I can see where it would be competing.
**everything that mama and grandma cooked CANNOT be eaten erry day less we all want to look like houses.
girl the mashed potatoes always gets em, lol
“But in relationships, I don’t see utlizing your culinary skills as competing. I see that as acting right.”
I appreciate you V-Dot for realizing this, but it can become a competitive situation also. For example, a woman who can REALLY cook vs. one who’s constantly screwing up the simplest dishes. Someone’s gonna have the upper-hand.
I will say this though, as long as you can make a freakin’ sandwich and you take the time to know exactly how I like it and what I like on it, you’re good. I’m not that picky.
“I see that as acting right.”
You know as independent as I may seem on the outside, when I am in a relationship I straight up fall into the traditional woman role.
example: my ex worked till 11pm on the regular, I would wait up for him, usually have dinner waiting in the microwave so he could heat it up or if I had eaten out would start dinner for him an hour or so before he came home. I would do other things too but this really is my mom’s upbringing. To this day my dad doesn’t have to go foraging through the kitchen regardless of the time he gets home from work.
I’m a southern girl too and when I first started adult dating I thought that stretching my culinary muscles was just acting right, but now, I’ll totally show off and show out in the kitchen if I know I have an appreciative audience.
So yeah, it’s competing
And southern girls definitely have the upper hand!
I feel you on food being the way to a man’s heart, that’s a given. And it seems to be becoming rarer each day to find a woman that can cook a hearty southern meal (thanks momma and granny!)
I’m also a lil thick in the thighs, so that’s seemed to help a sista along the way.
Never shanked anyone…it’s not that deep. I have a 401k and j.o.b . that affords me the freedom to do too much for me to put that in jeopardy…no peni is that great (if it is I don’t want it!)
“by wearing low cut tops and leaning forward strategically across the bar/hot wings/rice and stew i just threw down in the kitchen”
my kind of broad and sh*t
Only if the men knew that the open competition is rarely RARELY about his stupid @zz…its usually the same reason he’s actively instigating it…sheer winning. And then after you’ve won—- your spoil becomes…..spoiled…and then NEXT!!! I really wish men would get that. Thats a yaya secret that I might lose my life for disclosing tonight.
its the adrenal high-brooke valentine- of it all. and I like I;ve said before, everything that I ever gotten that was truly meant for me, was for me.
the rest was all sport. LOL
lol. alright…you can’t let all the secrets out the box *keeping my eye on you*
*** gives back my butter cookies***
So you go hard to win the Championship, but you don’t wish to remain champ?
Or are you playing to one-up the next competitor even though you could care less about the prize?
You keep this up and your Ya-Ya Membership status may have to come under review.
I really don’t care for the reason as long as i get mine….at the end of the night/day/hallway we’ll both be glad you came
“Only if the men knew that the open competition is rarely RARELY about his stupid @zz…its usually the same reason he’s actively instigating it…sheer winning. And then after you’ve won—- your spoil becomes…..spoiled…and then NEXT!!! I really wish men would get that. Thats a yaya secret that I might lose my life for disclosing tonight”
this goes both ways. this is the latent reasoning behind the situation where the guy is “perfect” and persistent…until he hits a couple times, and the woman is nexted quicker than kim porter
“Only if the men knew that the open competition is rarely RARELY about his stupid @zz…its usually the same reason he’s actively instigating it”
thats exactly what I said. “Kim Porter” was just the necessary evil to get his rocks off and win…competition is never about a person.
@ Comeback Girl… I can relate
super real talk.
i do not compete.
at the tender age of 24 i decided to drop out of the gene pool. so far, so good.
it seems that i’m much happier than the rest of you too. (can you feel my soapbox belittling you?)
“i do not compete.”
yes you do.
1. I kills ‘em with my southern charm. And being blessed in the chest doesn’t hurt either. Hey, you gotta work with what you got.
2. Hmm…I didn’t quite openly compete so much as get momentarily get caught in the middle of some make up to break up sh*t. He was campaigning hard and I decided, unfortunately, to give the brotha a chance. She moved out, it was supposed to be over but…she still got perfume sitting on your dresser, coming by my room (this was in undergrad) with her girl to “talk” to me *insert side eye, b*tch please*, coming by your spot when I’m there, lies are being told about where you were and who you were with (her), etc. etc. He wasn’t worth so it and two crazy ninjas deserve each other so b*tch, to quote whitney houston pre-crack is wack, I bow out.
3. I haven’t had a chick try to cut me yet but I’ve seen some sh*t on the streets of New Orleans, involving a posse of chicks, a lighter and a can of hair spray…
“I haven’t had a chick try to cut me yet but I’ve seen some sh*t on the streets of New Orleans, involving a posse of chicks, a lighter and a can of hair spray…”
Chicks in the N.O. don’t play…
nope…we sure don’t. even my best friend from shreveport tells me she’s scared of me sometimes.lol
I used to think there were some rough girls at 35 and that 3rd Ward girls were hard core. lol. Then I moved to Chicago and saw the G-Queens in action…
crazy chicks are in all area codes. let’s not discuss (certain) Kennedy girls…but i caught some flack being from the 9th ward myself. lol.
I’m from the 7th and nobody thinks we can fight. hahaha. But I still thought some of them 35 girls were rough.
I’m from the 7th and nobody thinks we can fight. hahaha. But I still thought some of them 35 girls were rough
I’m from the 7th too and the girls at 35 were nothing compared to the broads @ John Mcdonogh (the mac); those ladies believed in the art of the shank
Damn. Dont discount them N.O. East chicks. Those girls have to be crazy just to be left alone. Chef Hwy transfer my ass.
“blessed in the chest”
I second that. If you got some serious chesticals, there really is no competition.
“Damn. Dont discount them N.O. East chicks. Those girls have to be crazy just to be left alone. Chef Hwy transfer my ass.”
Damn. I almost choked on my jelly beans. Do I have it twice as bad since a grew up in the lower 9 and then moved to the east? lol.
or DC…
Tell ‘em what it is in DC, Leila. Not even a game…
“Tell ‘em what it is in DC, Leila. Not even a game…”
***rosary beads and holy water***
DC chicks take the best of the north and the south ( alittle bit country a little bit rock and roll)
“3. I haven’t had a chick try to cut me yet but I’ve seen some sh*t on the streets of New Orleans, involving a posse of chicks, a lighter and a can of hair spray…”
**reminding self to never bag any women from new orleans***
lmao. don’t say that! you know you need that cajun spice in your life…
Bad Ending Relationship + Violence + the voodoo factor = Caution tape + Police sirens + Hospital or Funeral Bills.
Yep. I’ll be stayin’ out of the N.O. for a while. They still bury n*ggas on top of the ground, right??
I dont compete..nor have i ever competed for a man’s attention. I figure if i have to work for it..its not worth having. If he wants me..dont wait for me to bat my eyelashes and flip my skirt , just approach me. I have never had a problem meeting or keeping a man. And most times i will get rid of them first. But some men (25-35 in age) like that “game’ stuff. So if your into that , play on playa.. at my age, I really dont have time for the BS.
-signed,
the old, crabby, but undoubtably hot chick. lol
agree. but can i get an estimate on “old” cause i was never really down for all the game playing. i try to avoid it and if i happen to somehow find myself in it, like the situation above, i am trying to get out of it.
-the not sure how old, old is and also undoubtably hot chick
I am 33. I don’t think I’m old but some youngins like Luvvie (callin her out cuz she’s out of town) like to say that I am.
To this I say: I am hot. lol. I can pull em young and old and I know tricks young girls ain’t learned yet.
“I am hot. lol. I can pull em young and old and I know tricks young girls ain’t learned yet.”
*PBG tambourine shake*
lmao. go girl! that’s not old at all. i have some girlfriends that age.and we all go through the same sh*t. i don’t know how old luvvie is but i’m 27 and also pulls em young and old. and most of em still can’t act right. *pulls up chair for next lesson*
**also pulling up chair with notebook and pen in hand….
V.E.G> I WAS TOTALLY WONDERING WHERE G CHAT ADDICTED LUVIE WAS?!?!! and not that 33 is old (just….. older) than the rest of us spring chickens.
At 24, I like southern is sitting front row for my next lesson.
im 38.
Aja, I feel you. I leave the game playing for the kids.
Cosigning…
Once I dated a guy and his ex girlfriend had the audacity to call me, tombout, “leave my man alone”. I was dumbfounded. I had to ask myself some hard hitting questions. How did this heffa get my number; dahell she calling me for? So I broke up with old boy. I didn’t need that kinda stress and sh*t. Well, he flaked out on me and asked why did I want to give up on our relationship? AND where he comes from that sort of drama was common, he was used to women getting into some fray over him.
That’s why I only date white men…j/k!!!
kinda…
Em, you did the right thing because obviously, he got off on the drama. In fact, it sounds like he set it up.
That’s why I only date white men
ROTFL!!!! LMAO!!!!
Wooooohooooo
“I dont compete..nor have i ever competed for a man’s attention.”
yes you do, and yes you have. now, maybe you didn’t consciously compete, but obviously, for every guy you’ve been with, something about you stood out or made you special enough to approach/bag/wife. you’re not the only woman on earth though, so you were competing with other candidates.
yea yea..whatever.. lol
I’ve honestly never competed for a man.
Something I won’t do. I don’t have the energy. lol.
I did jack one though: in h.s. I took Keisha’s prom date two week’s before prom cuz I liked him. He and I ended up going together. She told everyone she was gonna kick my a$$. I thank God she didn’t.
wait a minute what are you guys defining as competing? I thought it was more like.. there is an attractive, employed unattached man at work/school/ church etc and what do I do to compete with the other women who might also be attracted and vying for his attention.. not like dude got a girl and I want him or I got a dude that some girl trying to get etc etc…
I’m seein it as competing with another chick who has her claws in him
I only told the jack story cuz it was my one and only brush with a possible cutting incident.
ohhhh…..I have got to fighting a couple of times almost about a dude but not quite .. more about the principle of the situation.. most ot the time it was over some random dude that bought me drinks etc at a bar/met at a library/ walking across the campus etc.. I hate being confronted about dudes… period. Dont ask me if I know him, dont call my dayum phone asking me “who is this” definitely do not approach me loudly in public.. the peer pressure of everyone looking at us will force me to have to kick your a$$… and trust.. peer pressure will get yo a$$ TOW UP!! LMAO
“peer pressure will get yo a$$ TOW UP!! LMAO”
Girl it will. I was in countless fights in school cuz folks were eggin me on. Freshman year of college I ran up 9 flights of stairs (not sure why I didn’t take an elevator, lol) with a crowd running behind me, pumping me up, to fight a girl.
omg! was that you on canal street with that lighter?!?? lol. did you even have the energy to fight after running up all those stairs?
Oh not Forrest Gump!!!
Why did this make me think of Forrest Gump and the legion of fans running behind him?
wait a minute what are you guys defining as competing? I thought it was more like.. there is an attractive, employed unattached man at work/school/ church etc and what do I do to compete with the other women who might also be attracted and vying for his attention
yeah, that’s what i thought too. after a disastrous occasion where one chick thought i was trying to steal her dude (who i had never met, btw, but she thought it was a good idea to give him MY number i guess so he could call me to talk about her or some dumb ish) i stay far far away from men who have even a jumpoff. this face is too pretty for prison – or for getting slashed.
“wait a minute what are you guys defining as competing? I thought it was more like.. there is an attractive, employed unattached man at work/school/ church etc and what do I do to compete with the other women who might also be attracted and vying for his attention.. not like dude got a girl and I want him or I got a dude that some girl trying to get etc etc…”
both.
I grew up playing sports and just have a competitive nature when it comes to just about anything. I’ve never had to compete for a guy, but I’ve had to put some women in place who were real disrespectful.
***see my reply to comment number 8***
How have I won in the past.. mostly by just being me..I am a cool, down to earth no frills kind of girl. I drink with the best of them and dont get embarrasingly f*cked up, I talk shyt, can watch a game and discuss politics, play a mean game of spades, I am fearless, honest and always the same on top of all that I aint hard to look at and I have a nice a$$ to waist ratio…..so most of the time when I have competed I got the guy by being easiest to be with, when I said no strings, I meant no strings, when we go out I didnt constantly ask about other girls etc, we kicked it, you had a good time with me and wanted to do it again..
preach. this is how i’m living now (and hopefully i’ll get on the michelle’n'barack status as a result when i’m a lil older and hopefully employed assuming the economy doesn’t completely go to sh*t and whatnot).
I like beer and football and basketball AND have a penchant for 4 inch heels and dresses. I find that men like this combo…
that plus a extra value menu combo and a bag of Combos ‘and they’ll be ready to marry a ninja’…
AND have a penchant for 4 inch heels and dresses. I find that men like this combo…
well I am a shorty so I am always in heels on top of the fact that Big butts+flat shoes= NO NO
i find that high heels make me saunter like a hussy, a characteristic only suitable for activities that take place after sundown… in the daylight i could start a small parade ala the pied piper with some wedges on… the kid is a problem!
i love hussies
“I like beer and football and basketball AND have a penchant for 4 inch heels and dresses. I find that men like this combo…”
***preparing to auction v.e.g.’s email address on ebay to the highest bidder***
*definitely will be bidding*
LMAO. I NEEDED a good snort this a.m.
Lies, untruths, and false propaganda, if any woman here says she has never competed for affection/attention…. note that comptete does not mean you had a unicorn jousting match to the death or other such foolywangtasticness, you may be subtle or not hard core cometitive, but competitive nonetheless. It is all a part of the dating dynamic and such I think…. nothing wrong with a little friendly comp….
“Lies, untruths, and false propaganda”
I don’t remember doin any competing. lol.
Who could beat you in unicorn jousting match anyway, Mama…ummm…errr I mean “Naturally Alise”?? *wink,wink*
lol, now go eat your vegetables….
” unicorn jousting match to the death ”
you are super talented with the various uses of unicorn in a sentence. LOL
I think some women are super passive. In the past I’ve either been all in or all out. And its in its proper perspective. Ive competed before, but I play to win and I realized that it was no longer about the guy-it was about the win.
You know kind of like the my little pony (unicorn collection) they did circa 84. All the girls HAD to have it. But then two weeks after christmas everybody’s my little pony unicorn was missing its head. it became more about “HAVING” and less about “the pony”.
…those don’t make for long love affairs with super duper happy endings. Someone’s gonna still be looking for the “rush…rush”…tyra b. style.
““rush…rush”…tyra b. style.”
Wow!! I’d never thunk someone would mention her or one of her songs in a post…lol. I did her first video.
“Lies, untruths, and false propaganda”
in other words, “the thought process of every woman on the planet” (except naturally alise, of course)
@ Champ: Booooo! There are some of us that do think logically and keep our looniness to ourselves.
I compete by not competing. I don’t chase. If a chick is interested, she’s interested. I’m a very good listener with strong advice, and a pretty good understanding of women. That intrigues some chicks. But really though, this one is gonna be lopsided. With the number of good men apparently being very small compared to the number of women out there, it’s pretty safe to say this post will be dominated by the tactics of women. That’s okay though, cuz I’m sure I will have many a good laugh about the comments throughout the day.
I can support this post…but your self proclaimed positives (good listening skills, etc.) allow you to compete with others, even if that’s not your intent. They are qualities that are sought after, typically, and by default make you a competitor…even without your consent.
I think a lot of people are in the competition…some are just more active in the festivities. However, that does not make them the winner in all cases…
Touchè. I guess I can’t escape it.lol.
You can’t…but it’s appreciated and probably (I am assuming) makes the wins a lot more rewarding, and any loss a lot less important…you’re really just doing you.
“your self proclaimed positives (good listening skills, etc.) allow you to compete with others, even if that’s not your intent. They are qualities that are sought after, typically, and by default make you a competitor…even without your consent.”
in a nutshell
Ok…change of direction…
What do I do to seem attractive/catch a guy’s eye/make sure he wants my digits?
Well, I have big green eyes and give the best Puss-n-boots look ever and that works. And I have dimples. They make some dudes melt. lol.
I am also sarcastic and I found that men like some light hearted verbal abuse when they first meet you.
I have also walked past a guy, looked him dead in the eye and said ‘dayum’ and walked off. They always follow behind after that.
“I have also walked past a guy, looked him dead in the eye and said ‘dayum’ and walked off. They always follow behind after that.”
*dying* I’m gonna have to try that.
co-sign on the lighthearted verbal abuse.
You are my hero ! But I exxagerate and sh*t a lot… lol
“But I exxagerate and sh*t a lot… lol”
*hangs head sadly. takes of ‘Hero” t-shirt.*
lol, naw, but u are my hero and shit because exuding that confidence is what is up!
I have also walked past a guy, looked him dead in the eye and said ‘dayum’ and walked off. They always follow behind after that.
LOL you know saying F*ck wit ya girl.. will work here also… I am determined to bring this saying back to the forefront.. Hi My name is Shay.. F*ck wit ya girl!!!!!
I will try this and report back. lol.
f*ck wit ya girl…. bwahahahahahahahahahhaahhaa…
but this is hot theoretically, yet in my head when i see it playing out it’s snoop from the wire i see saying it…
the effect is somehow just not the same.
Yeah. It sounds a little too butch. lol.
Yeah. It sounds a little too butch. lol.
but its the contradiction that makes it hot.. Picture it.. you in your hottest fit, banging shoes, face made up, lips on beam… looking at dude deep in his eyes.. his eyes moving down your body and slowly back up and when he gets to your mouth you say f*ck with ya girl.. very seductively.. first he is going to lose his mind because the f* word is going to throw him off gaurd because he was thinking about it in another context at that time anyway.. then he is not sure what it means.. do you mean literally?, what is that.. he dosent know, he is confused.. yet intrigued….
I am determined I tell you..
LMAO. I will try it.
Well, coming from a man who has experienced that I have to say that is entirely accurate. You got the reasoning down and everything. Impressive.
“but its the contradiction that makes it hot.. Picture it.. you in your hottest fit, banging shoes, face made up, lips on beam… looking at dude deep in his eyes.. his eyes moving down your body and slowly back up and when he gets to your mouth you say f*ck with ya girl.. very seductively.. first he is going to lose his mind because the f* word is going to throw him off gaurd because he was thinking about it in another context at that time anyway.. then he is not sure what it means.. do you mean literally?, what is that.. he dosent know, he is confused.. yet intrigued….”
nah. still too butch, lol. i’d fear i was about to get driven to a kmart and shanked
nah. still too butch, lol. i’d fear i was about to get driven to a kmart and shanked
Man up
i’d fear i was about to get driven to a kmart and shanked
hahahahahahaha, true
I have also walked past a guy, looked him dead in the eye and said ‘dayum’ and walked off. They always follow behind after that.
This is one of my moves and it works everytime. They always follow
I will definitely salt some cat’s game so that I can slide right in there and scoop his target…whether it be making a funnier comment, proposing the freakier activity, etc.
I try to be careful about it, b/c I HATE suping up the head of someone who’s not my girl. It always comes back around to bite you.
I’ve definitely had women compete for my attn, even close friends…outlaughing the other one at a joke of mine, extra praise for an outfit or idea, unnecessary hugs/contact. It gets to the point where I’m questioning how cool I actually am, b/c things are sooo skewed in their company.
- http://www.mrswagger.com
“…outlaughing the other one at a joke of mine…”
lol…this one kills me every time. i mean, i know i’m funny as hell…but i’m not that funny.
wait, nevermind. i am that funny.
lets just forget about this entire comment
The worst is when a jawn that you ARE NOT FEELING AT ALL, is doing this. What do you do then?
leave.
but what happens when ur trying to get at the other friend but your witty banter, keywords (credit, car, not crazy, ivy league degree) and general good looks is attracting the troll friend?
leave
i think i got it now
cool. but just in case you haven’t…
…leave
in regards to romance, how do you compete?
I don’t purposely compete. If I meet a guy I’m interested in, I make sure that I’m approachable. If he approaches, he does; if he doesn’t, he doesn’t. During the “get to know me” stage, I am me–the good/the bad. I don’t play games (unless its dominoes, spades or scrabble).
has there ever been a situation where you’ve openly competed, or have been openly competed for?
Usually when the guy feels he has to compete, he uses his money and/or sex skills to entice me to forget anyone else. Those things are grand but if he doesn’t have the “overall” package that includes substance, it doesn’t keep my attention on him. All I think about is he’s stupid to think that it will.
“Those things are grand but if he doesn’t have the “overall” package that includes substance, it doesn’t keep my attention on him”
which means that he’s competing against other guys who potentially have that total package
“which means that he’s competing against other guys who potentially have that total package”
Not necessarily because he might be the only guy that I’m hanging out with at the time–but to look at it from your point of view, if it was a competition, he eliminated himself from the roster.
I compete by being me. Love me or leave me alone.
I concur.
Monk, I agree.
In general, I try not to compete with anyone. If your happy with what you have then you don’t have to compete with the world for anyone else, unless some certified suicidal dude trys to come after whats mine, now that could be a shank moment but I’ll be the one with the shive. It’s better to be yourself and let God work it out, faking to get someone will never be a good look in the long run.
- J.M.
MrSwagger.com
“It’s better to be yourself and let God work it out, faking to get someone will never be a good look in the long run.”
you’re competing just by being yourself though, lol. even if you don’t want to play, everybody is in the game
Right. Competing does not mean that you are putting on anything “false”, or lying (although that may be how some compete). Doing you is your strategy with or without true “intent”.
Indeed.
I PROMISE I’ve never competed! (maybe that’s the problem- why I’m single now!).
I have too much pride. One of my mantras is that you can’t make anybody like you.
If a man can resist all this charms and decides to choose someone else, then he doesn’t have good judgment anyway. (LOL!).
“If a man can resist all this charms and decides to choose someone else, then he doesn’t have good judgment anyway. (LOL!).”
I agree Nick..ideally (and not for sport) it messes up the natural order of thangs.
plus i think when there is a real connection…can’t no chick or dude really come and trump dat. Thats what Im REALLY looking for. The kind of situation where no OTHER really matters.
“The kind of situation where no OTHER really matters.”
Comeback–that’s what I’m talking about. When his mind is on me and not some random chick.
AMEN girls. That’s exactly what I need in my life.
“I have too much pride. One of my mantras is that you can’t make anybody like you.”
Pride Schmide. There’s nothing wrong with giving a guy SOME rhythm so he may pick up on the fact that you’re interested. If pride prohibits you from doing this, well…I have nothing else to say. The art of flirting and throwing subtle clues, wearing ‘fits that you know will attract the opposite sex, an inviting facial expression are all ways people compete. You’ve never done any of these?
Pride Schmide. There’s nothing wrong with giving a guy SOME rhythm so he may pick up on the fact that you’re interested. If pride prohibits you from doing this, well…I have nothing else to say. The art of flirting and throwing subtle clues, wearing ‘fits that you know will attract the opposite sex, an inviting facial expression are all ways people compete. You’ve never done any of these?
let me cosign this.. . yes we compete every single day. We compete with the european standard of beauty, we compete with video ho big buttitis, we compete with chicks that feel dropping the draws and dropping, deeply intense toe curling knowledge on the first date will make him yours, you compete by going to the gym to fight off them thunder thighs that run in the family. trust, most things you do to make yourself attractive, marketable. you do these things for the express purpose of being the type of roni that stands out in crowds.. in fact writing on this blog that you dont compete is a way of competing against the other chicks that openly admit to doing it…. I mean there have been too many comments about the lack of good men, for anyone to say that they dont compete. He.ll I am married and I still have to compete….
word life shay….. word.
to steal one of champ’s phrases
“that’s deep and sh*t”
“purpose of being the type of roni that stands out in crowds”
…that was a cute reference
In a nutshell.
Why are we still referring to models who appear in videos as “video hos”?? Are we THAT closed-minded?? That stereotypical??
Wow!!
Talk about competition, it’s funny how it fit’s into this situation.
The art of flirting and throwing subtle clues, wearing ‘fits that you know will attract the opposite sex, an inviting facial expression are all ways people compete. You’ve never done any of these?
This is the part that makes the most sense to me. Anyone saying they never competed is not being entirely honest. We ALL compete. Women do it when we make sure we come out the house looking right for that night on the town with our girls, men do it when they decide to get a place of their own instead of living in thier Mamma’s basement, etc.
If we didnt compete in one form or another then we really wouldnt care about how good we look or smell, wouldnt keep our hair did and our nails done.
I know when Im in a relationship I dont really give a damn about what I look like unless Im seeing my boo that day.
thank you, monk and dom.
thank you, monk and dom.
so you just gone ignore my pearls of wisdom cause I cut a ninja tires and shyt.. awww naww….. Champ, say it aint so!!! LMAO
thank you, monk and dom…and shay-d-lady
I flirt all day… but to me, “competing” has nothing to do with flirting… “competing” is me tryin to convince you that I’m better than that chick over there.
I will not convince any man of that… he should be able to see it.
And an aside; I keep myself beautiful because it keeps me feeling good, not to impress anyone in particular. I’m single right now, and I won’t step out of the house any less than lookin a 9 (can’t be a 10 all the time!). LOL .
Another one of my mantras: “You never know who’s watching.”
if you do this..
I won’t step out of the house any less than lookin a 9 (can’t be a 10 all the time!). LOL .
because of this
“You never know who’s watching.”
it is competing….just my opinion….
I don’t think so, and I’m sure some will disagree, because who am I competing for????
Plus there are NO good prospects in Kentucky… I’m convinced of it. LOL.
I don’t think so, and I’m sure some will disagree, because who am I competing for????
uhh.. whoever might be watching? LMAO
What if no one is watching???? “You never know who’s watching ” isn’t referring to any one in particular, just means you never know; it could be a man, it could be a woman; it could be a teennager (best compliment came from a teen girl in a drive thru.. Unexpected).
In the words of Carrie Bradshaw, “the world is my runway.”
We are beating a dead horse… We’re just not gonna agree on this one!!!!
“I flirt all day… but to me, “competing” has nothing to do with flirting… “competing” is me tryin to convince you that I’m better than that chick over there. ”
***Jesus wept*** people are slicing and dicing the two and they are very distant cousins 3 times twice removed….i guess when people get on that unicorn they’ll ride that shyt until the horn falls off. LOL
Ha! Comeback, you are hilarious and so very true!!!!
jesus and unicorns in one post? priceless
we really gotta have both at this point…the whole “scarcity concept” is making women think that there’s 6 men left on the planet…right now. and the concept of letting what you want “find” you…well…Jesus is really crying now with a bunch of my little pony unicorns.
I bring out all my sexy, which includes;
Making sure they’re looking into my china eyes as I bring the intelligent convo and making him laugh at the same time.
Wearing them sexy ass skinny jeans/tight up legggins and cute heels and doing my sexy walk so he know’s he’s dealing with a model chick.
Making him feel special, but also letting him know I’m an exclusive chick that can have any dude she wants so he best step up his game plan.
Whispering a lil Spanish up in his ear…haha…my secret weapon.
“Making sure they’re looking into my china eyes as I bring the intelligent convo and making him laugh at the same time.”
china eyes?
You don’t know about the china eyes?
nope. please expound
Slanted a bit. Not completely Asian looking.
I have them too…seems to cause a bit of confusion given my chocolate hue…but they’ve worked in my favor.
“looking into my china eyes”
girl can i get some miso soup out that retina???
“looking into my china eyes”
girl can i get some miso soup out that retina???
………………………………….
even more hilarious cause miso soup ain’t chinese.
ITS NOT???????!!!!???…oh my, i totally didn’t know that, I don’t get out very much at all.
but I wish they would take it off the menu over there at the oriental chinese delight cross the street…thats where I get all my cultural food references…. So deceiving.
Nope it’s not…lol
Spanish??? I need you to teach me. Post Haste! I am trying to learn it, well I was, but I gave up!
I love this danm place….. it like CHEERS. It’s like crack! Why elese would I be up, excited and reading VSB at 7 in the morning on my first off day in months?!?!?!?
Ok…. I’m done… Moving forward
It is hard to pinpoint one exact thing that I do to compete. It is all most countless because the actions are so subconscious. We compete when we get dressed everyday…. if not most of us would look like Bob or Babs BUM. We compete in every stage of the dating game, high heels and make up on dates (that competion with the general public to hold said dates attention) if not i would rock my most comfy TAZ houseshoes to PF Chang and actually be allowed in the establishment….sure sure we are not competing….
I push the gurls up, put the freakum dress on and ish. I walk tall and strong like african drums drive the rythm of my hips. It’s subtle– sometimes not so subtle, conscious– sometimes subconscious. But we cant front say say we dont participate.
We do….we compete everyday to just be ourselves, to be individual.
Lol, if only i could push the girls up…im as breasty as Beyonce…BEFORE the implants. lol
“I walk tall and strong like african drums drive the rythm of my hips.”
why do i feel an urge to beat some, ummm, drums now?
Champ, if all you feel is an urger to beat drum when watching my swag and sway then bruh, your self control is comendable!!! Most ninja’s feel another urge to beat….. something else. Or in vsb speak “knock the bottom out” (though I am not throughly convinced this is possible)
BTW: I LOVE how everyone has adopted “vsb speak” and sh*t
You ninja’s have literally spawned and whole nother language and sh*t! LMAO
“Champ, if all you feel is an urger to beat drum when watching my swag and sway then bruh, your self control is comendable!!! Most ninja’s feel another urge to beat….. something else. Or in vsb speak “knock the bottom out” (though I am not throughly convinced this is possible)”
oh wow. someone took their bold pills this morning. im impressed
“1. in regards to romance, how do you compete? (notice, i’m not asking “if” you compete, because everyone does. stop lying to yourself. you aint special and sh*t)”
I am special, thank you very much. It’s not really competing, it’s being yourself. I can’t give away all the secrets, but coyness or psuedo-coyness will get you far. So will being down-to-earth, and being able to adapt to any situation.
“2. has there ever been a situation where you’ve openly competed, or have been openly competed for?”
Competed against, no? Not knowlingly…
Competed for, I’m not sure, I normally don’t let them know about each other, lmao. I’m trying to avoid a K-Mart situation.
“3. have you ever been shanked outside of a kmart?”
hah….see #2.
” I normally don’t let them know about each other, lmao”
Miss-t-lee…Play on playa…LOL
Lol Miss Shelia…
I’m trying to leave the game alone, I’m on a self-imposed reform program right now.
I’m trying to honestly remember the last time I’ve had to compete for a man’s attention. (I’m sure there are a few stories, but I am drawing a blank…) There is usually always someone else who is louder and brighter (meaning bright a$$ clothing) that everyone is looking at. I’m usually just posted. If we make eye-contact, I make it last for about 2-3 seconds longer than it should. If he leaps, then cool. If not, that’s cool, too.
Someone competing for my attention? Wow, it’s been so long. I will have to say during undergrad (sophomore year), I was talking to this Kappa. We had been talking for a few months by this time, but things got comfy for him. So, we’re at our homecoming party, and this other guy (I shall call him “Jay”) starts to make his move. But everyone (including Jay) knew that when a slow song came on at these parties, it was always me and this Kappa on the dance floor. So, the whole night, if I’m not dancing with the Kappa, Jay would find a way to dance with me. If I did get a break and had a chance to sit down, Jay would pull up a seat right next to me. The Kappa would see me, and quickly scoop me up to dance. I mean, I was feeling pretty good that night. By this time, I was use to dudes being kinda disrespectful when they tried to holla at you, but this just had that old-fashioned vibe to it and I never felt disrespected.
After all this, I ended up with Jay for a short (almost a year) courtship. I don’t think the Kappa wanted it to go further than it did…o well!
And no, never been shanked in front of a K-Mart! But the customers at Walmart…VICIOUS!!!
“I’m trying to honestly remember the last time I’ve had to compete for a man’s attention.”
lemme help you out with this one.
the answer is: today.
u r ruthless
Wow, really, Champ? That’s deep…
Lol…but true.
I love hearing stories where the Kappa is losing. It just seems like the natural order of things.
And I think I just guessed what org you’re in, lol!
1) By not acknowledging other women exist. I’ve watched women compete for the attention of a man. And they do it all the same. They think they have the most platinum yak of the land and are going to screw the men into long-term submission. Or they think they are so much finer than other women and trophy worthy that the apple of their eye will choose them. By merely never doing those things and trying to one up other chicks, that’s a form of competing because early on, the dude looks at me like, “Hold up! Why isn’t SHE tryna get ME??”
2) I have been openly competed for. In the end though, the guy realized that he was only competing with himself because he was always Tier One in my mind.
Hostess, I can clearly see this working under many circumstances. I do feel like there has to be a limit to the elusive cat-’n'-mouse chase though.
“In the end though, the guy realized that he was only competing with himself because he was always Tier One in my mind.”
lol…that must have sucked for him
Yeah wasting all that money trying to woo the Hostess when it was already in lock
He didn’t waste shyt. As much as he gave, I gave in return. What a lot of people, especially young men, don’t realize, is that if a man is living well and eats well on his own, he won’t blink at having a date and them both eating well. In RETURN, the woman does shyt. And not just chex. I did a lot of shyt during the courting and the relationship. And it wasn’t always dates so much as his time investment. Sadly, some fundamental differences were discovered and it didn’t work out in the long-long run.
If a woman properly courts a woman, he’s not wasting money. Furthermore, proper courting doesn’t take A LOT of money. It does take money. I’m not gonna tell you it doesn’t. But if you don’t have a lot of money but have a creative mind or the innanets, you can come up with inexpensive dates.
Yeah but dating money is completely different than girlfriend money.
And I caught that young dude jab lol. I’m young, but I can tell you what the 80′s like (c) Juelz
I’m old. Who is this Juelz you speak of?? Dating money isn’t the same as girlfriend money. But if you’re dating someone you want to be the girlfriend those line items start to morph together.
Furthermore, do you think women don’t spend money in dating?? I’m not just talking about our upkeep (which reminds me I need to make a appt for a facial), but when we have you people for dinner, we buy the food. When we (or at least me) buy you small pressies, we spend loot.
“But if you’re dating someone you want to be the girlfriend”
Thats the key here. Dudes date women all the time that they don’t want to be their girlfriends. Spending that money when you don’t need to is a waste. Thats restaurant and valet parking money. In your situation this is what I was referring to. If dude knew that he was already number 1 and he just needed to take you to the next level, he could have cooked something and laid out a picnic, or bought you a spa day or something that falls under the girlfriend ledger of spending.
Eh. I don’t date men who are sport-dating. The minute I see signs of it, I’m mentally out. I might go out with them one more time to make sure but basically I’m out so his ass isn’t ‘wasting’ money on my ass–cus really what he’s doing it tryna put a down payment on my ass through dates–and, I’m not wasting my time, effort, and good outfits on him. This has backfired though (when I was younger cus I wasn’t always tactful in my exit) because it’s behavior they aren’t used to. Then they get in a must-win/why come she doesn’t want me mode and all hell breaks loose.
Reflecting…Damn I was kind of an ass.
You just quoted someone who affiliates with Jim Jones, off the blog you go.
“Eh. I don’t date men who are sport-dating. The minute I see signs of it, I’m mentally out. I might go out with them one more time to make sure but basically I’m out so his ass isn’t ‘wasting’ money on my ass–cus really what he’s doing it tryna put a down payment on my ass through dates–and, I’m not wasting my time, effort, and good outfits on him.”
I appreciate you saying this. I feel the same way (which is why I KNOW I’m single), I spend too much time at work and other business to waste time on men that I see no potential in.
BUT, I also know that not a lot of men are at this stage in their lives. I’m not “typically” in the business of trying to convince anyone that I’m worth them changing their ways…but then again, I know I’m competing daily willingly or unwillingly.
*sigh*
1. I’m Deviant
2. Yes. See #1.
3. Mortal weapons cannot defeat me. See #1.
thank you, deviant
LOL, I know the feeling
Yo B that shyt son
When it comes to competing (i.e-setting myself apart from the pack) I have a few weapons in my arsenel that I stratigcially pull out.
1. I am one of thoese rare chicks who was blessed with a double helping of both boobs and butt. So although I am a thick chick I know how to accentuce both. Besides the boobs are admittedly huge and always tend to catch dudes eyes.
2. I have nice full lips and when I am out, I keep them nice and Armor All-ed. I have a thing where I wink, give a half smile, bite my bottom lip and look away.
3. I have no problem sending a man a drink in a bar or club. Most women wont do this and it always peeks a guys interest and they come over to learn more about you.
4. I like football. No really. Not like some women pretend to like/watch football. This is always a plus
5.I can burn pretty dayum good in the kitchen. I dont like to do it, but the right dude will have me making biscuits and pies and sh!t.
And I do NOT allow men to fix there own plates or drinks in my home. My grandmother didnt do it and she trained us in thre same fashion
Oh and I have a killer walk that got me into tons of fights growing up
“And I do NOT allow men to fix there own plates or drinks in my home. My grandmother didnt do it and she trained us in thre same fashion”
This goes a long way for me.
My grandma used to do this too. Actually, she still does. There’s no way in hell in 2008…
I can’t get down with it. If my Daddy would have waited on my Mom to fix his plate he would have never ate.
Right! I mean I surely don’t mind fixing a plate as the spirit moves me, but don’t be sitting back, rubbing your big belly, waiting on your plate.
You feel me.
In my (parent’s) house the man gets SERVED first, my female cousin almost lost a knuckle when she tried to serve her plate before my dad got his. I have also followed this tradition.
**arms folded B-boy gas face on** THERE IS NO COMPETITION. I like what comes out of my natural reaction to the female in question and if they spond or respond to my response to them in a favorable way. SHAZAM! I use all my gleaned savoir fare and give homage to all my ancestors who have given to me via fuhkin.
“I use all my gleaned savoir fare and give homage to all my ancestors who have given to me via fuhkin.”
I HATE you, LOL!
“SHAZAM! I use all my gleaned savoir fare and give homage to all my ancestors who have given to me via fuhkin.”
WU……. WOW…. lmao
I’m an engineer so I tend to need concrete numbers that mean stuff. For real they have to let me know something about ‘why.’ This just happened to come out like this cuz the simple things will confound the wise.
You don’t mean that. Who’s got your smothered ox tail/ ossobuco or pork chop hook up keepin the Ocho Pan in high demand ME that’s whU. WhU makes the best loose-meat yello bar-b-Q sauce sandwich turnin ya hands all yellow ME that’s whU. WhU is the saucier got you goin more hUray ME that’s WHU.
another balogna she e-lUb me in the morning.
Once again, I understood all of that.
what is HAPPENING to me?
would you like to attend an intervention with me later? Cause I understood it too.
Look…i believe there’s no need to compete, as long as keep your love lockdown..Kay! Remeber that even when all falls down you are the champion, and you’re doing this for the glory so that she can smell the roses, and her love is yo only addiction. Tell yourself this, and you know u aint got nothin to worry about..if all fails get on yo spaceship and fly away
“love lockdown”, “when all falls down”, “champion”, “glory”, “roses”, and “spaceship”….did I miss any??
Sisanda, you must be pumpin’ your “Best Of ‘Ye” mixtape, huh?
u missed addiction
Sheeeeeeiiiit yall noticed, i was chillin at work tell maself I am the Champion, and one of these days I’m gonna get on my space ship and just fly away cause I’m tired of havin the fridge stearing back at me, and I’m not taking any days off till then.
**Sidenote: Look I’m not d**k riding or anything but Ye spits that sh*t u can relate to, sometimes u don’t wanna here about how many stars there are in the galaxy or How to snap wit it crank wit it. I mean that sh*t speaks to me man, n i think after listening to Space ship, All Falls down, Family Bizz, Hey Mama,Bring me down, The Glory no one can argue that point, if u can I will shank you outside a Kmart store**
yeah…but some of us need to get on a workout plan, because, sh*t, even Jesus walked (and jogged occasionally)
yeah…but some of us need to get on a workout plan, because, sh*t, even Jesus walked (and jogged occasionally)
Thats cute…
I don’t compete with other chicks, I compete with myself. I try to make our time together as enjoyable as possible so that I don’t have to wonder if he is getting a better time somewhere else.
But I did choke a nig-nog once. He was griping about the mail and it just wasn’t the day for that mess. Plus I was sick of his trifling butt anyways.
“I don’t compete with other chicks, I compete with myself. I try to make our time together as enjoyable as possible so that I don’t have to wonder if he is getting a better time somewhere else.”
lol…you don’t see the contradiction here?
I think you are making it a contradiction. I am concern myself with myself and the person who I am with, not others. If we are enjoying ourselves. And I am on-point, then why would I concern myself with worrying about someone else? But if you are reading something else, please explain.
the fact that you’re acknowledging that there is a potential “somewhere else” means that there is competition there.
again, i think people hear the term “compete” and they immediately associate it with scratching and clawing and always being explicitly focused on winning, when that isn’t the case. like i mentioned before upthread, everybody is in the game…even if you dont want to play
I feel you. I get it. But, for me, although there is an acknowledgment of others it doesn’t equate to competition. I choose to focus my energy on me and my on point status on personal, physical and relationship levels. I just cant waste my time thinking of the next person or situation because at least I can say, if a different choice was made, it wasn’t related to me or my lack of effort. If the person choose to go in another direction then its not a competition for me, its a choice or preference. My mind state is just different. But I can see why you say what you say.
I’m not going to lie I’ve competed before.
Back in my early 20′s I had this thing for messing with other ninja’s girls. Okay it wasn’t really a thing, it just so happened that I used to eff chicks that were involved. In those situations I would talk of sh!t while fcuking, I guess this was my way of competing. You could say I was a Wesley Pipes Jr. I would say sh!t like, “does such in such fcuk you like this” or “does your man know how wet I make this pu$$y”, things to that effect. Some of those situations tried to become serious but I just want to fcuk. It was like I was competing for one reason
“I would say sh!t like, “does such in such fcuk you like this” or “does your man know how wet I make this pu$$y”, things to that effect.”
*I have to log off now.*
ctfu
Yeah, me too.
Damn it
Lol…damn.
I would say sh!t like, “does such in such fcuk you like this” or “does your man know how wet I make this pu$$y”, things to that effect.
I have never experienced this “dirty talk” that you speak of….I am personally not a fan of the Wesley Pipes ( he is a mysoginistic gangsta g.a.y IMO) but I dont know.. I am almost a little intrigued….let me text my husband……
“I have never experienced this “dirty talk” that you speak of”
You’re missing out, girlie. Tell hubby to bring it.
You bring it too, he’ll be glad you did.
This is a foreign language to me also….. what do you say? In the middle of action how does one concentrate on sexy sentences?!
Not sentences, just short phrases. If it’s timed right, it’s fantastic.
Don’t concentrate either, random stuff is better. If you feel weird saying it IRL–it will probably sound 10 times better during the ‘do’.
::snicker::
YES! YES! YESSSSSS! People need to get on the game with this ish right here!
Bout to have me swaring out loud in the office and calling on JESUS for the flashbacks!
Whooooo!
Flashbacks are the best thing I got going these days…lol dah well.
^^^ This is the opening E.Y.C. needs
talking shit is the shit, i used to talk to a jawn who would say “that she was puttin it on me” and “that i had to keep up”. it became competitive and both of were competing to see who was gonna put it on the other better. Some interesting times….
I have had competitions like that before.. you who can fill who with extreme joy and rapture the most…. flashback
I need ICE COLD WATER
LOL@ Wesley Pipes Jr.
“Put some pu$$y on this d!ck. DONT CHEAT ME”
LOL@ Wesley Pipes Jr.
“Put some pu$$y on this d!ck. DONT CHEAT ME
LMAO now see thats to far.. that would take me all the way out of my zone…
Wesley Pipes say the best lines. With lines like “Suck my d*** like I’m your baby daddy”, he brings the comedy factor into watching porn, which makes it more enjoyable.
If you haven’t talked sh!t during sex, your missing out. It’s like another form of communication. It’s you opportunity to tell you mate how you want to be fcuked and vice versa. Sh!t taking is one way of helping couples achieve the “big O”. . . and isn’t that what we all want at the end of the day?
Wesley Pipes say the best lines. With lines like “Suck “my d*** like I’m your baby daddy”, he brings the comedy factor into watching porn, which makes it more enjoyable.”
i put his scenes on mute. he scares me, actually
“he scares me, actually”
Bhahahah
“he scares me, actually”
I’m really concerned about you. Really I am
..
“3. have you ever been shanked outside of a kmart?”
I’ve never been physically hurt over competing , but I did have guns pulled out on me
After reading the above comment, I can see why bruh…*smh*…I can see why..lol.
lol. The situation with guns wasn’t even over me fcuking someone else’s girl.
I was “in the process” of ending a 4 year relationship with my ex named Cathy when I started courting this girl named Kate, I really really liked. Me and Kate hit it off and everything was fine. But 2 weeks into the new situation, Cathy and her mom rolled up on me and Kate at the local bar and all hell broke loose. After Cathy and Kate finished fighting, I got kicked to the curb. So as payback Kate started kicking with her ex (who happened to be up in the same bar) in front of my face, just to make me jealous. That jealously game worked and me and Kate’s ex got into it. He was a the local drug dealer (aka the local punk) who couldn’t fight with his hands, so he decided to take the situation to another level by pulling out guns. Not a gun but guns. Moral of the story . . .I haven’t the slightest clue, maybe you can tell me.
Oh yeah me and Kate are still together, with children.
*the names have been changed to protect the innocent*
Dog you messed with her after that???!
Yo literally played blackjack with your life son, I don’t know. It worked for you I guess.
You like living on the the edge huh?
Lol, nope – I’m the kind to play it safe. If I win $10 at a casino, I’m cashing out safe. I guess I was really really feeling Kate. Being in the 4 year relationship and then being with Kate was like a breath of fresh air. Me and her have almost everything in common, she’s pretty but down to earth, chocolate (you know I love my dark sisters), smart, funny, keeps me guessing, and all that good sh!t. And the fact that the sex is off the hook . . . doesn’t hurt either
I see Eff.
Hope things continue well for you.
If it works, it works.
That player’s card gets a place in the rafters. I think I wanna pour out a liquor for em. Congradulations you ole L7. I went throug a splackavelli stage too. Couldn’t stand not gettin in when I wanted.
“splackavelli”
I’m so upset with you right now for this…I’ve tried to forget this song. lol
I apologize but it was what it was. I was saught out by involved women. Just as disgusting as the song eh?
Not quite. ha!
So…how did you NOT end up getting shot?
Too many witnesses. His friends keep telling him “not in here, we will handle him later”. Thank God his friends calmed him down. I will admit when dude pulled out the hammers I looked like a deer stuck in someone’s headlights. I still feared for my life, so after he put his guns away, I called up my crazy @ss cousin and his boys (they live for ish like this). They made sure I was safe and everything was cool. Me and the dude that pulled out the guns did talk to each other later and squashed that beef. He’s now serving time in jail for attempted murder.
Adrenaline Junkie is what they call people like you.
Lol why did I think you said Adrenaline Jenkins at first glance?
Is it time for happy hour yet?
Oh yeah me and Kate are still together, with children.
*the names have been changed to protect the innocent*
must be love.
Competing for me is just having confidence in who I am as an individual. Plus I’m slighly vain, so that always help.
To piggy back off of what Comeback said earlier, I’ve been known to “win” the competition, and not want the prize at the end of the day.
“I’m slightly vain”
first t-shirt of the day
Now this is a prize that I don’t mind winning
I don’t compete. I live in my grandmothers basement and only go out around 3am the morning before trash pickup to take the stuff out. If there are any of her friends at the house and I need to show my face, I make sure to avoid all eye-contact. I spend most of my time lurking around websites on the internet and for the most part never interact with anyone.
*please delete this comment, I don’t want it to be misconstrued as me trying to compete
being “winning challenged” (ie: “a loser”) doesn’t mean that you’re not competing.
I suppose. Grandma did say I was the only man she actually liked in her bed.
I use the classic combo of looks + personality. Now, to many that may sound like common sense, but you would be surprised at how many folks think that just one of the two is enough.
I compete by emphasizing things about my personality that most men like, but a lot of women don’t do.
I believe in alone time. I need mine and you need yours, so I dont want you around all the time. I will NEVER tell you that you can’t hang with your friends, cause again, I dont wanna see you all the time and I have my own damn friends to see.
I may not understand everything about football, but I love to sit there and watch it with you, and I realize how serious this is for you, so no, I don’t talk or ask you a ton of questions. When basketball season comes, the shyt talking begins.
Just cause we’re in the same room, does not mean I will talk to you death, in fact…lets BOTH shut the f*ck up.
I cook, WELL.
And well…I’m pretty. With a huge rack. And nice long amazonian legs. With deep brown eyes. And my hair is luxurious.
F*ck witcha girl.
“And well…I’m pretty. With a huge rack. And nice long amazonian legs. With deep brown eyes. And my hair is luxurious.”
i think i need some toast
And well…I’m pretty. With a huge rack. And nice long amazonian legs. With deep brown eyes. And my hair is luxurious.
F*ck witcha girl.
see how that worked right there Champ? Thanks 8th, did you ever know that your my hero? everything I would like to be…..
LOL I did it for you, Shay-D!
I don’t think I’ve ever chimed in on that particular discussion, but “F*ck witcha boy” works for me too..
hmmmm…
don’t think I’ve ever chimed in on that particular discussion, but “F*ck witcha boy” works for me too..
hmmmm…
It does.. I guess you have to have a certain jenesaisquoi to carry it off.. let me add that to things I do to compete.. I uses the “f*ck wit ya girl, well….LOL my husband loves it..we work in the same building.. when I am giving them my naughty manager style..in my fitted slacks that are hugging the assets just right, button down with sexy camisole peeking out from underneath, and my 4 inch heels.. I walk all the way over to his area and whisper it in his ear….we then coordinate our lunch breaks…..
“jenesaisquoi”
i haven’t heard this word in a minute. it reminds me of “franks place” for some reason
That toast ain’t gon’ help you now, baby!
haha
That makes 2 of us! & I already had breakfast and lunch. **DO IT JESUS**
And you’re an AKA…hmm
Oh no honey, I’m not.
lol.
My apologies I thought I saw you defending their honor a few days ago. I got the wrong org?
Lol yeah, wrong org.
I chuckled at the ‘Fire of a thousand AKA crotches” joint..but I’ll still help my girl IH beat champ down in the name of sister(greek)hood.
LOL ok, because I was about to say, you didn’t sound like an AKA in that monologue there
And how do AKA monologues “sound”?
*Calls IH into the room real quick*
yes Darling Dorian, What does an AKA monologue sound like?
**hand on hip tapping right foot vigorously**
Now as a dude, I think I def have competed over woman. And it is all good. Dudes compete, someone wins, they hit, they split and then compete over the next jawn. I win alot of competitions by letting a girl watch you cook for her. This way she can see that you aint following no recipe you printed off of howtocook.com
but thats just me
its not just you, lol. thanks for your honesty and sh*t
I approve. I’ve only had one man cook for me, and he got a lot of lovin.
This is not a coincedence.
there’s obviously mixed responses on who has/hasn’t competed for someone’s attention. but most of the talk has been centered on the initial meeting. what about after you’ve met, connected, conversed til dawn, hooked up, shagged, etc? after you get to intimately know the person, are they worth fighting for? you may have initially “won” them over, but are you willing to keep up the competition to keep them? is all fair in love and war? i suspect people tend to compete more to keep a prize than to win it. a victory is sweet, but isn’t maintaining the title is sweeter?
i didn’t explicitly compete for my last SO (a relationship from years ago), but after awhile i found myself working harder to keep him satisfied. i wasn’t so much competing with anyONE else, but competing with the perfect woman i knew he envisioned in his mind. in the end, my attempts were futile, i would never be “her” altho i damn sure tried. looking back, it was a battle that i needed to concede.
^^^Y’all need to hire this woman to do the 2009 Woman’s Marketing Plan to Keeping a Man
maybe i should get/keep another one first?
“a victory is sweet, but isn’t maintaining the title is sweeter?”
good question
Sort of like winning a battle over a war.
Both men & women compete. We, men, compete by getting the fresh shape up… haircut looking like it’s air-brushed… sharp, fresh clothes, nice pair of shoes, and a dab of that, “girl gimme dat” cologne. we say we do it for ourselves, but let’s be honest with ourselves!
And that’s just the outward appearance. In conversation, we occasionally like to drop buzzwords and phrases like, “MBA, own my own business, law school, real estate, blah, blah, blah.”
“we say we do it for ourselves, but let’s be honest with ourselves!”
lol…who says that?
Competition is a rivalry between individuals, groups, or nations for territory or resources. It arises whenever two or more parties strive for a goal that cannot be shared. Competition occurs naturally between living organisms which coexist in the same environment. For example, animals compete over water supplies, food, and mates. In addition, humans compete for attention, wealth, prestige, and fame.
its all I am saying…
you’ve said it all. good job
wikipedia said it.. I just agreed
Thank you wiki-shaydlady,lol…..
Thank you wiki-shaydlady,lol…..
no problem.. apparently my own words werent doing the trick. LMAO. but it dosent seem to matter.. not everyone will walk into the light.. sometimes you just have to accept it and move on…shaking your head in disbelief
I competed over someone’s fiance one time and won. The sad thing is it was on a business trip (my first one ever!) so basically they both lost.
How do I compete?
I keep your glass full, your belly never empty..
Don’t forget to empty the other thing
yeah and I make sure that you are s*xually satisfied. If that means I gotta do the most I will. Costumes help to. Nothing like a little dress up. Hitting the gym 3-4 times a week also helps to compete.
And you’re in the DC area right?
*starts making reservations @ Clyde’s*
I was competing and didn’t even know it – I had this ex who had a crazy ex. Didn’t know how crazy she was til I was trapped in his bedroom with her banging on the door and twizzling the knob – and all my clothes were splayed across the living room floor. Draws and all. Now, I could tell from the conversation that went on outside that their relationship had ended (at her request, no less. She wanted him back.) But here’s the thing: I’m a lover, not a fighter. My last throw down involved pig tail pulling and monkey bars. Soooo our romance was doomed, as he had officially put me in a chicken-head situation when he’d never heard a cluck out of me.
IMO, the most crucial aspect of competition is when you are alone with your sweety. If I make my man’s time with me pleasant (and he does the same. no chumps over this way!) he will remember it when that dyme piece with “snizzle” tattooed on her fo’head starts wiggling his way. She can’t do much more than get an eye hustle out of him.
I never forgot the male credo: “Nothin’ beats the good but the new.” But with p*ssy stock falling faster than Lehman Bros., traditional “good woman” traits (cooking, cleaning, actually being nice to a ninja) are coming back in style. And if you REALLY want to blow his mind, fix his plate first. It’s not hard to do and will probably get you some good head later that night (yep, I’m still on my movement!) In other words, sistas – if your food game is not up to par work on it. Now. Allrecipes.com is a great start.
“But with p*ssy stock falling faster than Lehman Bros., traditional “good woman” traits (cooking, cleaning, actually being nice to a ninja) are coming back in style.”
best.sentence.today/ever.and.sh*t.
Yeah, that one and
“he had officially put me in a chicken-head situation when he’d never heard a cluck out of me.”
I died.
I passed away shortly thereafter. That was killa!
“In other words, sistas – if your food game is not up to par work on it.”
Why do so many women fight this basic premise? I swear y’all make it much harder on yourselves than need be.
Yeah. I consider myself a feminist but I strongly believe women need to cook. And cook well. If you can’t burn I don’t understand why you are breathing. lol. Even if you are single, learn to cook up some good ish for yourself. Life is much better when you know you can go home to a really good meal that you didn’t have to shell out a note to buy.
“Yeah. I consider myself a feminist but I strongly believe women need to cook.”
i agree. people often think to be of feminist thought you believe men and women should play/share the same roles. men and women should certainly be treated with equal value, but we were built different for a reason so it doesn’t seem necessary for both genders to be every thing every time. i don’t think women “need” to cook, per se, but there’s no shame in women taking care of their men thru the culinary arts cuz that’s a noble role (if of course said women are being taken care of in other ways). some women treat it like punishment to engage in “traditional roles”. if that’s not your thing, it’s not your thing. but if cooking is what helps to have a happy home and a happy man, why the hell not??
I am adding Lil T next to 8th wonder on my list of heroes..
Preach!
**taps microphone** testikles one tU one Tu um me I like http://www.saveur.com both the mag and the website.
We are all in constant competition.
Otherwise we’d get complacent, take each other for granted and end up losing out.
so deviant, yet so wise
Darwin
complacency the true opposite of love.
Here is my almost got shanked/competition story…
I was in a situation where apparently this dude wanted me and this other chick to come to blows over him.
I was a high school teacher and he was a security guard (yep, that kinda school… Teach for America will put your ass in the hood first and ask questions about the bullsh*t later… but I did it for the kids– really. But I digress…)
Apparently he was banging one of the cafeteria ladies (I heard they got caught in the freezer together–ew). He would come up to my classroom and flirt. I was nice, but kinda standoffish–because frankly he was a LAME.
When he learned that I was moving back east, he said he wanted to follow me (WTF for?). However, I guess he spun it to the other chick that I said I WANTED him to come with me. Next thing I know, I hear that I need to watch my ass, because she was coming for my “bourgie- think- she- cute” ass. Now, this broad had a good 6 inches of height on me (I’m 5’7″) and a good 50 pounds on me as well and I’m fairly sure she had caught a case over a dude before. The other male teachers would post themselves outside my classroom on their off periods… yeah, that broad was no joke.
I had no intentions of getting cut up by this butch broad, so I told him to tell the truth… or that pretty new escalade of his was about to become scrap metal… I’m not sure if he ever did, but thankfully most of this went down in the last 3 days of school and my flight out was that weekend…
As far as competing goes, I believe that whether or not your are conscious of it, you are in competition with others for a mate.
I’m going to have to co-sign that a woman who can cook and keep a clean house is worth her weight in GOLD now adays… I thank my mother for my African upbringing. I was ready to be married off by the time I was 12.
It also helps if you know what your *aherm* assets are and how to properly maintain/display them. I believe in lowcut shirts (nice rack) and dresses/4 inch heels (great gams).
Oh, and being a cool a$$ sh*t-talkin laid back chick who likes sports , ‘specially football (Euro and American) , can knock back a couple without getting sloppy drunk, and doesn’t mind getting down on half-time head game will get you serious points…
you had me at “halftime head game”
You had me @ African upbringing
I thank my mother for my African upbringing. I was ready to be married off by the time I was 12.
And to say, I used to curse mine silently under my breath…
i used to curse it too. I hated that i couldn’t be as lazy as my “Becky” friends… till i realized what an asset it was. my mother smiles and nods at me every time she sees that ninja with that ‘I shot the sheriff’ look on his face
That whole story starring you, the Security Guard and the Cafeteria Lady sounds like an awesome premise for the next hot urban fiction novel. I was intrigued, and I don’t even read that stuff.
calling up one of those urban publishing houses now…
but i’ll be doing my own editing, cuz clearly those people don’t understand punctuation or the King’s English…
simple. i lie… without saying a word. i’m on some “i’m gonna get you sucka” … “don’t make me hop after you” type ish.
i keeeed. but not really.
simple. i lie
lol…this made me laugh aloud for like 4 seconds.
nothing wrong with dropping a few lies to win. i mean, just ask john mccain. if it’s good enough for old, white, would-be presidents. it’s good enough for me. but i have standards and sh*t.
like, i’d say: sure, i cook. man, i looooove football. strip club? i have a pole at the crib, invite some slores over. let’s have a party.
but, i’d never ever say: “the fundamentals of the economy are strong.”
that’s just some unforgivable, bullsh*t right there. downright dishonest.
Is it me or whenever a woman talks about her self on this site she is God’s gift to men. Now I do believe that many of ya are some bad jawns, w/ perfect measurements, who can go to school and get madd grad degrees and work 12 hour days and somehow beat me home to cook, clean and raise kids, while watching football and basketball while simultaneously beating in spades, pokeno, dominoes, tunk, and pitty pat and will let me go to the strip club with my friends but at least ONE of ya gotta be an ugly troll from under the bridge.
I’m jus sayin though
*Breaks through glass into Peyso’s crib, hog ties Peyso, propels out of crib into waiting airplane as mob of angry VSB women break down the door*
Your welcome
Thanks!!
My post did not mention card games. lol. And my gig is virtual so I don’t have to rush home to cook.
***slowly backing away from the comment like its a radioactive isotope***
“spades, pokeno, dominoes, tunk, and pitty pat”
ctfu.
I never said I could play these games.
if u cant play at least 2 of em, i cant talk to you haha
It’s all good.
I’m mean on the Madden.
*walks off chunkin’ deuce*
I been playin madden from before they had juke moves and u had t do em manually with the d-pad. come lose your money, double on a skunk.
“I been playin madden from before they had juke moves and u had t do em manually with the d-pad”
C’mon dawg…don’t talk to me like I don’t remember that ish…I don’t play for money, but I will step on your pride.
LMAO!
Well, if Champ n’ dem ever make a post that asks us to detail our faults, both physical and otherwise, I’m sure you’ll see both sides of the spectrum.
say word…
*holds up a glass of crown in your honor and knocks it back*
Well, if Champ n’ dem ever make a post that asks us to detail our faults, both physical and otherwise, I’m sure you’ll see both sides of the spectrum.
now see… common sense… its not really all that common..
I was thinking the same thing, lol! I’m like “So, everyone looks like Melissa Ford with a natural and sh!t? Ooookkkkk……”
I don’t have a big butt. So there’s some honesty. I’m pretty and can cook and I’m mad fun though.
I’ll follow your lead, ST.
I do have a big butt, but I hate heels and I’m only a B-cup. And I’m a single mother and moody as hell.
I’ll follow your lead, PBT. I ain’t thick. lol. I’m 5’5″ 130 but I got perkies and a high round butt. I will NEVER be Buffy or Melissa and so I learned to appreciate what I have. Not every man’s fantasy but enough have liked it just fine.
the real question is how many of the following games are you good at:
spades, pokeno, dominoes, tunk, bid whiz, pee knuckle and pitty pat
Pokeno and bid whiz…got you
now if you can play bid you can get down on some spades ‘it’s a new day’
Call me an old soul…but I’m a quick learner
spades, tunk, dominoes!!!!
“Is it me or whenever a woman talks about her self on this site she is God’s gift to men”
Ummmm cause we are. Didn’t you know, you are the company you keep?? Very smart, attractive (I think/hope) men attract very smart and attractive ladies. Although I am laughing hard at the ugly troll under the bridge comment.
an ugly troll from under the bridge.
——————— Flatlined.
“Is it me or whenever a woman talks about her self on this site she is God’s gift to men.”
Never take anything anyone says about themselves on a blog seriously. It’s the number 1 place to sh!t talk, bc no one can verify or dispute your claims.
1. how do you compete?
i’m on sabbatical and sh*t.
but insert lyrics to city high’s “caramel” here.
2. …have been openly competed for?
in college my roomate threw me a surprise b-day party in our apt — but thought it was a cool idea to invite *both* of the dudes i was talking to… and one of their exes…
damn. did your roommate put baby oil on he floor of your bathtub too? slip arsenic in your orange juice?
*LMAO*
no… but my other roomate decided to change into her shortshort pajamas and give guyA a lap dance….
the ex in attendance was a chick that i knew. she had broken it off w him after just a coupla dates so in order to KEEP from getting shanked i told ol girl that he was hollering (it was a small school).. she said no worries. when BOTH dudes arrived at the party she says somesuch to me like “looks like the games will finally begin- im expecting a show dont disapoint me.”
felt like i was on dynasty or something.
Someone woulda got their a** whopped that birthday. Prob, the roomate.
Right? This has bytch-move written all over it.
One of my so-called friends brought my not-quite-yet ex-husband’s “new chick*” to my birthday party at my house (where HE used to live) last year.
* I still think that was a man. Her voice was deep as hell, she was unnaturally tall w/big hands and I could’ve sworn I saw what may or may not have been remnants of an Adam’s apple. I swear fo’ Lawd I wanted to spit in her food just for having the audacity to come to my house.
Noooo! a trans woman! thats deep.
As far as my crazy showing itself. I wont say I did these things per se lets just say I know a time when a woman did some of the things below.
I know a time when a scorned woman
-went to her ex’s house and removed his tags knowing he didnt have car insurance at the time along with an outstanding bench warrant.
-went to her ex’s house in the middle of the night, removed the caps from all of his tires and let just enough air out of all of them so that by the time he was ready to take his lunch break the next day he was sitting on 4 flats
-saw her ex dude in a club told him she forgave him for everything bought all his drinks that night and then called 911 to report a car matching his car’s description driving ‘erractically’ on highway 138.
-upon realizing her dude left her for another chick decided he needed to know how it felt to be cheated on. So she got her brother to hollar at the new girl, date her, screw her tape it and e-mail it to the ex.
-in the midst of an arguement with her dude, cancelled his car insurance and had his car stolen.
-would on a regular basis (whenever she was pissed) would go to her dudes house an move his car in the middle of the night. He would wake up and think his car was stolen. In actuality she’d just move it a few blocks away. i cant tell you how many police reports he filed. lolol
-found out her dude was doing dirt and instead of flip out on him told him to go out with the boys and while he was gone she cut an arm, leg or the crotch out of almost every garment in his closet and left everything hanging very neatly in his closet. he didnt realize anything was going on until he went to get dressed for work a few days .
“-upon realizing her dude left her for another chick decided he needed to know how it felt to be cheated on. So she got her brother to hollar at the new girl, date her, screw her tape it and e-mail it to the ex.”
This example throws up too many flags for me. It would take a lot of things to all come together for this to even be possible. Unless this was on a college campus and the brother was a star athlete or something, who just bags a chick cuz his sister asked him to, and said chick is involved with someone? Did “you” have prior knowledge that the new chick was a ho, or feeling the brother? I dunno man…
The brother/sister team are my cousins and to be honest I didnt beleive it at first when I heard it. And still couldnt give you all the details on how they pulled it off. But you can trust me when I tell you they are not college type folks. Just some regular ole Baltimore negros. My cousin (the guy) is very handsome and is a pure bread dog.
He would say he does what he does so his little sister’s will know how man can be.
Now that I re-read these, they are more ‘Tales of A Psycho B!tch’ than competition examples..
Blame it on lack o sleep. Sorry
Now that I re-read these, they are more ‘Tales of A Psycho B!tch’ than competition examples…
Clearly. Thats some grizzly ish.
Let me know who this chick is so I can
A) Warn any guys that I am fond of to steer clear of her
&
B) Direct any guys that I hate to her
after reading all of that, i’d rather her just cut me!
How do I compete?
I’m cute, I read anything I can get my hands on, and I do kegels.
Works for me.
Get ya kegel on!!!
Eh kegals are overrated
In the words of luda
“You just aint doing it right”
LOL I don’t know how it feels for y’all I’m guessing you enjoy it because every woman likes to make a big theatrical production out of the fact that she can squeeze you extra hard. It feels like someone tightened a ring around the middle of your stuff. How does that feel good?
Overrated my arse. lol
It makes what is already snug, even snugger (I know…not an actual word).
That can’t be a bad thing right?
Actually it can. In fact some of the problems with some women’s stuff is that its too tight. It hurts us too you know.
Its about flexibility. Putting pressure on and taking it off. Making it dance a bit.
Of course it feels good for me and I’ve never had any complaints.
I was a fan of kegels when I was single and not getting any. It’s like a small way of masturbating at work. Not anymore, though. I already have to wedge it in with a shoe horn. Darn Mandingo boyfriend…..
“I was a fan of kegels when I was single and not getting any. It’s like a small way of masturbating at work”
…………..
Oh I have done plenty scary things to compete against some broad. But, I can’t divulge my secrets because I may want to use my tricks again. LOL.
You’ve got to give at least one. Like those former car thieves who make money designing anti-theft systems and ish.
In the words of the great Stace,
“Don’t sweat these ho(ney)s, let these ho(ney)s”
With that said, every nukka thinks he can just walk into a spot and every slim waist with a big behind it…is gonna be throwing pannies like he Loofa (before everyone said out loud that Luther V. may have been pursuing an alternative lifestyle…not that there’s anything wrong with that)
Even Allah himself (Michael Jordan) had off nights.
Right this very second, DC is full of Black MBA’s. National convention? yeah right.
It’s an excuse to out Buppie each other, and hopefully hook up with someone with a slightly better FICO score than you.
“yeah dawg, forget about them D’s, she’s got a 685″ (<-low expectation having…..)
Stunting is at an all time high.
Right now, the scene is worse than being at the club chatting up some Delta of perfect black when one of them Redskin (or Wizard) fools walk in and buys a table. Playing my Lehman to his Goldman Sachs. – Straight Depression.
Right now, I’d be yet another 6 Figga Ninja, wearing his best suit to work, so when I get to the club it looks “lived in”, as opposed to putting on just for the occassion.
You know them fools,
- perfect double windsor pulled ever so slightly away from the Charles Tyrwhitt they copped on E-bay (yes 50 was too much for them).
- Removing all the rental insignia from the weekend Jaguar they copped @ Hertz.
- Laughing extra hard with a drink at the waist line (never @ the chest, that’s for cats who can’t afford to spill top shelf)
- pulling out them thermo/laser print business cards (real players are strictly letter press)
There everywhere, and a true player like myself has to let these out of town cats mess up all the out-of-town females on that “what happens in DC stays in DC”
Normally, most of the local cats is on that Clark Kent steez, mild mannered and holding their foreign beers on the sidelines lusting after some 20 year old getting her first taste of the night life.
Now? Clark Kent from Sacramento is Superman in DC.
on some “what have I got to lose?”
Competition?
Do I degrade myself by competing with these chumps?
What does it say about me, if I ended up talking to a chick who took a drink from one of these lesser men. (it’s says, she has no self control, and therefore by picking her *I* have no taste)
Competition…sigh.
And I won’t even speak on the women folk.
You can tell who
- shopped for this week specifically
- who’s gonna return what they bought (the price tag tucked discretely into the purse)
- who’s wearing last year’s get up – them black strappy heels got little white at the edges where the dye is rubbing off
- wincing everytime she reaches for the purse to buy a drink
- telling her equally fab girlfriend, “there’s no men here” despite the ratio being 17:1.
Sigh….
This is competition…this is life.
Underneath all of the makeup, purses, and shoes
Behind the Thomas Pink and Range Rover Sport
There are a gang of people that really just want to find someone to relate to, eat some wangs with, dance to Maino but listen to Stevie….
The competition seems so different from the goal, no?
You have a way with words, I could totally see the scene– you described it so well.
There are a gang of people that really just want to find someone to relate to, eat some wangs with, dance to Maino but listen to Stevie….
So true. So true. *gently wipes away tear*
I’m in the DMV, and the club scene here is the best and the worst – the best if you love to actually dance or if you just love frontin’. The worst if you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you’ll meet anything other than vapid playboys or big booty snizzles. They may be great people at any other time, just not at the club.
There’s this place…wish I could remember the name of it…..there were some great people there, too….oh that’s right – it was CHURCH!
“oh that’s right – it was CHURCH!”
um yeah but at church you also uncover some wolves in sheeps clothing. Not that this has ever been my experience cause the only thing I go to Church for is to be with HIM. But some people I know that have done the love connection at church have described it as if they had made the love connection at AA or Narcotics Anonymous
“um yeah but at church you also uncover some wolves in sheeps clothing”
This is true. Don’t be fooled just cause you met him @ church.
I’m not saying that church folk are perfect – but your chances of finding a good one are without a doubt higher than at “da club”. First off, you’re already on the right track by focusing on the only real relationship that matters (the one with God). Nothing works like asking your Father to help find your mate. Secondly, some of the people in church on Sunday were at the club on Saturday night. Nothing wrong with going out and having fun. But your mind is in a different place – no alcohol, in a better spirit, etc. Is this the perfect hunting ground for a true wolf? Of course. When in doubt, ask the Man upstairs.
“When in doubt, ask the Man upstairs.”
I agree, this and a spirit of discernment. Very important.
Church is one of the best pick up spots there is.
Something for everybody
- wayward player trying to find Heaven in the bosom of someone other than the Almighty
- born again sista using Jesus to quell her earthly desires
- for the alternative lifestylers, there’s the Choir Director (nuff said)
Find me in the closest pew but furthest from the Lord. Don’t let me lead the youth anywhere.
“ooh, he got good fatherly qualities”
Little do they know that envelope I put in the plate is a post dated check.
“for the alternative lifestylers, there’s the Choir Director (nuff said)”
***SMH***
“…the love connection at AA or Narcotics Anonymous”
yah my mom would say the men you meet trying to date all up in the church were the ones getting over all kinds of issues and thangs…
or looking for a next victim/wife/paycheck.
“big booty snizzles”
sidenote: this is a bit of a contradiction. snizzles can’t have big booties, because theyre snizzles
Please explain further, Champ. I may be using the term “snizzle” incorrectly.
“Please explain further, Champ. I may be using the term “snizzle” incorrectly.”
“snizzle” is a term coined by a young champ and his friend back in 1998, to describe the general ubiquitous “girls gone wild” type white woman found on college campuses. the word itself derives from “snowbunny”
This is what I have to look forward to? Thanks for depressing me fam.
Darling Dorian (my new pet name for you, for today anyway),
What can I do to cheer you up?
LOL you don’t want to know the answer to that question
I wouldn’t have asked if I truly didn’t want to know
comment of the day award
i agree
Hi Ladies Who Want to Cook But Can’t
We’ve made several comments about the value of being a good cook, but I know I for one was not one of them. It only takes one person dissing your food to be known as “the bad cook” and never want to try again. But no need to concede the competitive edge to Little Miss Patti LaBelle.
Forgive me, but I’m about to stunt for Allrecipes.com like I work there. Basically, it’s a huge free database of recipes from home cooks and some from companies like Betty Crocker and stuff. Then people try out the recipes, rate them and add their own suggestions. It’s like someone testing out the ish for you. You can save your own online recipe box, and you can search by the ingredient. This site has saved my butt so many times it’s not even funny.
I bumps with you hard body. Keepin it decent up on the site. Can I cook for you?
Fcuk witcha boy (Can I say that?)
PS Is this how you compete? Am I competing by acknowledging your ability to keep it decent? It’s so confusing
In this era of tainted love, a little decency is all you need to stand out. Don’t be surprised or disappointed if snizzles and playas pass you over. You are now officially a relationship veggie – only those ready for a healthier choice will choose you.
“You are now officially a relationship veggie – only those ready for a healthier choice will choose you.”
HOT.
I’m gonna say thank you cuz i think that was a complement
It was. Dos besos a ti, p.
Recipes are a good way to start learning cook. Kudos.
But trust: A sista who can cook up fiyah with random, disconnected ingredients from the pantry/fridge is not to be played wit. At some point learn the art improvisation. This way the next time you are at your man’s house and he has nothing but a bag of pecans, a tomato, two salmon filets and garlic, you’ll know what to do.
I’m with you on that, V. Simple recipes got me off to a good start, and now I’m improvising like a pro because I know what goes well together (and….a sista just doesn’t have all the ingredients all the time!) Bonus: I can usually get it done in waaaay less than an hour.
Competition is still in effect, though – except now I compete at family functions with my mom and my sister in law for the best dish.
haven’tlooked thru all the comments but damnit champ we compete! there, happy and sh*t?
and what is it with you and kmart? i’m intrigued.
“and what is it with you and kmart? i’m intrigued.”
lol…i just read it in the article i linked, thats all
There are a gang of people that really just want to find someone to relate to, eat some wangs with, dance to Maino but listen to Stevie….
the gangs all here! *sobbing**
lol…
How I compete?
I have been pondering this all day (by all day I mean for the past 30 min). I honestly have to say that I don’t. I know someone (Champ) will say I do, but I can honestly say I don’t compete.
In a situation where there is too much competition (other women vying for the attention of a man), I just bow out. I figure if I have to work that hard to get your attention, f*ck it.
However, I do accent my best features at all times. I wear cute shoes, usually heels, most of which are at least 3 inches high. I have been told I have great legs (mostly genetic) so I accentuate them with high heels and pretty shoes.
I wear makeup on occasion to highlight my eyes or mouth.
But most importantly I hang out with really pretty, fabulous, well connected, productive women, half of which are married. When you are in a crowd of pretty women (and we are usually loud) it tends to attract men. Like a moth to a flame.
I am not going to laugh extra loud or a little longer to something a man said was funny. But I will engage you in banter or intelligent conversation, and I will flirt, the flirting thing is just natural its like I don’t know how not to do it.
“I can honestly say I don’t compete”
“However, I do accent my best features at all times….”
why do you accent said features?
cause it attracts moths (men)
Getem’ with your best features, then release those bad ones
That’s what it’s all about.
Can we talk for a moment about men and women who compete with their mates?? If I hear one more heffa say she makes more money that ‘his broke’ ass, I might scream. If I hear one more man brag about how he can cook better than his wife, I might scream. If you’re supposed to be a TEAM (in marriage) why the f*ck are you treating your spouse like they are China and you’re America?
and the Gold medal goes to…
oh you know good n well that ain’t the root of what’s really got them cuttin up about they mate. It’s just something easy. They prolly got a fight unresolved about something else.
LAWD~y’all have made me late for class
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Okay, I’ll give my secrets away, but only for you Champ and the 2500 other good people of VSB:
1. Smile back and blush a little
2. Peep-toe stilleto pumps, no shorter than 3″ and no more the 4″
3. Pencil skirts that hug, not squeeze
4. Listen and affirm…he is wonderful, let him know
5. Keep the lips kissable at all times
6. Let him lead, and sway with eye contact
7. And lastly, though this is different for every man 8 out of 10 it works…random acts of kindness that translate into quality time, i.e. during random chit-chat conversation insert – Oh I forgot, I have an extra ticket to (insert his favorite NFL team/artist) do you wanna go?
i’m enjoying your secrets and sh8t
Competition?
I’m an only child, so me and competition in love dont get along well at all. I can compete for job, sports, more responsibility, etc…but when it comes to a man, I’d rather drop out of the competition than worry about some other woman tonguing down my man.
I never had to compete for the love of my daddy, so I damn well wont be competing for the love of Tyrone.
Have I ever had men compete for me? I dont really tell men that they have competition. They can walk around think they’re the only one..unless they ask.
Competition?
yup. competition.
you’re in the game too, suga
lol, I know champ. I surely know that there is this mystical competition out there, and while the competition stays as mystical as a 5 legged unicorn, I stay as sweet as can be, share my love of football, chicken and beer, and dish out kisses galore… but as soon as the competition is in my face and becomes this tangible thing, I gracefully bow out because then, competition = sharing and I have yet to master the art of sharing ANYTHING (other than a cute belt, shoe or purse),especially a man that I’m diggin’.
1. i smile & i’m nice
2. i say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’
3. i write letters just because
4. i’m generous with affection & time
5. i reciprocate pleasantries
6. i wear pretty bra/panties sets
7. i smell good
p.s.- these things don’t work…lol
ha!!!! It will, one day Miss P.
i should say these things don’t work on ninjas…and/or if i’m competing against a ho (did i say that?) anyway, it’s not like i dress like a puritan, i show them off, but in a subtle manner…dang what i gotta do? put the “girlz” on the internet? lol…
I hear you Miss P, even when I go out I dress conservative. Mormon upbringin’ I guess. But not only that I really don’t like that kind of attention
I was about to say, damn! I should be knee deep in ninjas if that’s the case. smh…
Add some cleavage/leg/booty to that list and the ninjas will flock accordingly. You have to give them something to look at (visual creatures and all).
Then….take your pick.
yeah…got the cleavage all kinds of covered and then some…maybe add a disclaimer of worthwhile ninjas? i once had a dude stop in his tracks and then almost run into somebody from staring at and then commenting on my chest on a day when i wasn’t even trying.
SG – too funny! That’s one of the reasons you’ll never see me running across the street – C cups and too much booty. I feel like a runaway pornstar! Yeah, a worthwhile ninja will definitely step to you better than that. But it doesn’t hurt to be told in no uncertain terms that you are HOT.
Whew! Damn you people wrote a lot today. I just now caught up I feel like I been reading for hours (cause I have)
Great Topic. I’m late to the party but I feel like if you’re good at what you do and you have passion you will get recognized. When you have this perspective it takes the pressure off of you and helps you to focus on the most important thing at hand: competition with yourself.
In relationships I’ve always made sure that I was the type of person I wanted to date. And I’m just God confident. I live my life with passion and excitement and I enjoy my own company. For that reason alone I tend to draw men into my spider web *Tee Hee*