Kinda Sorta Famous

in pursuit of life, love, and the opportunity to be…

i just thought you should know. . .

I have some things on my mind that I just gotta get off my chest. Every piece of advice I have ever heard and sometimes even given about dating usually includes the mantra “Don’t show your hand” in some way. You have to keep the other person guessing. You don’ want to come on too strong. I have to admit that with you I am struggling with this concept BIG time. For the first time in a LONG time, within these first few weeks I have seen enough to bring me to only one conclusion. So, let me begin this dialogue by saying that I LIKE you. I know I am not supposed to tell you this and I am supposed to let you keep wondering for a few weeks or maybe even months. Hell, I don’t even know if I am supposed to be thinking like this in such a short time. I am in uncharted waters right now. I haven’t met anyone like you. You’re intelligent, sophisticated, classy yet a hint of country (just how I like ‘em), have a good sense of humor, physically near perfect and you have a great capacity to love as is evident in your adoration for your family. I don’t want you to misconstrue this at all because I am not saying that I want you to marry me tomorrow. I am not even saying that I want you to be my “lady”. I just want you to know that I am struggling. I am struggling with trying to hide what I’m thinking and feeling. Sometimes my emotions even struggle as they continually attempt to escape. I am just barely strong enough to hold it all in. It often causes me to be speechless. It makes me hold something back because I don’t know where this is going and no one wants to put themselves out there and get left hanging. No one wants to get that dreaded “thank you”. More importantly, it makes me try to achieve dating perfection to keep you on the hook. So I just want the freedom to completely be me. I want you to know that I think about you sometimes in the middle of my work day even when I have a deadline looming or some important project. I want you to know that sometimes the possibilities keep me up at night. Conventional wisdom would say that my mind should be elsewhere, but I can’t help it. I am driven. I have a career path, that has a few forks in the road, and I can see where I will be in 10 years. What I don’t know is where I will be in my personal life in 10 years. You scare me. I don’t know what you are thinking. I do know that you aren’t in any hurry to begin a relationship because of the past and rightfully so. What has the black man done to disprove the idea that he cannot commit. I have told myself many times that I want to get this thing right in one try. So it has become a constant fight within me to contain what seems to be building inside and to take things slow because I know that’s what you need me to do. I know that you need me to be understanding and just simply be there. The problem is that I also know that I could just be that guy who gets you from your last failed love experience to the next. Life is. . . . Too short. I guess what I am trying to say is let’s stop playing games. Let me breathe easy and do what I do best. . . be me. I want you to see the real me. I don’t want you to fall in love with some romanticized version of me. I don’t want you to dislike the bumbling idiot that might show up from time to time when I try hard to impress you. Love me for me and it will be all about you. Can you dig that? Is it ok to share with you that I like you? Hopefully, it will be the first of many things that we share.

Keeping it real for the first time,

JustICE AKA The UNcommon Cold


March 28, 2008 Posted by | the dating game | Leave a comment

emme v. vegas tourists


Can I just start off this blog with a ROLL OF THE EYE?

Okay, I feel better now, let’s begin.

I had a friend and her friend in town this weekend, so you know what that means.

Time to walk the endless strip. I guess it’s decent exercise though. Which means random tourists left and right. This doesn’t have to be a bad thing. There are plenty of cuties on the strip.

The problem is thier M-O.

Observe the following text-versation that took place with a RAG (Random Ass Guy) the next day, after I rudely told him I wasn’t going to visit him in his room on the night before. [NOTE: His horrible spelling and punctuation was corrected for the sake of this entry.]

Me: Sorry I was brash last night. Lol. I have my reasons. You leave today. Have a safe trip back!

RAG: I leave Monday.

Me: Oh well I know about a couple spots tonight, so I’ll keep you posted if you’re interested.

RAG: Ok will I be on a wild goose chase with you or should I focus on something else?

Me: What do you mean?

RAG: Tonight, my room after the clubs.

Me: For what? (I love playing dumb, hell it’s the only way you can get the truth sometimes.)

RAG: To read books, what the hell you think pretty lady.

Me: I like to read. Look, I don’t assume so just say what it is you want.

RAG: I want to sex you. All of that you dig.

Me: So it finally comes out. Well that’s nice. Not sure if I’ve ever been asked via text message. Number 1, my brashness was well deserved last night. Number 2, Vegas tourist are all the same, you should all find each other or at least be more original in your approach. Number 3, you’re cute but I don’t know shit about you not even your last name. Number 4, we don’t even know if we have sexual chemistry. I don’t even know if you have the stamina or equipment to handle me. Finally, Number 5, I’m not interested in fucking and sucking something that’s leaving town tomorrow. So if that’s what you call a goose chase, so be it.

Me: Oh Yea. No Offese. Good luck on your Vegas Vagina search, lol. I’m sure it won’t be hard, you just ran across the wrong chick.

RAG: I really don’t know if I should respond to some kind shit like that. I thought I was talking to a woman not a girl playing games. And you stop me I was tryna talk to your fine ass home girl, you not a dime be glad I gave you my number. (Wrong information!)
{insert bursts of insane laughter after reading this}

Me: Ha! She didn’t want you. That’s why I entertained you. And PS, grown ass women tell the truth and that’s what that text was. Kid shit is leading you on or insulting the way you looked, I didn’t do that. You seem offended. I don’t know why. Be thankful you didn’t waste your time.





So then he called once, got ignored. And called again.

I chose to answer and I guess he thought I was gonna listen to him raise his voice at me. LOL. Negative.

“Look dude, I know you didn’t call me to argue. It aint that deep. You want some, I’m not giving. End of story.”

Then he went into this whole contradictory-grave-digging thingy:

I’m in Vegas and you aint the only girl here” vs. “You should get to know me, I’m respectable and obviously I like something about you to even entertain this mess.”

“I aint gotta have sex to have a good trip” vs.I mean if you come to the room and we just let stuff happen, it’s cool.”

“I’m a very affectionate person and you can’t be mad that I wanna touch” vs. “I aint stupid. I KNOW no means no.”


*deep sigh*


Yadda, Yadda, Yadda, 15 minutes later he’s apologizing for saying I wasn’t a dime , and that he was intimidated by me cause I wasn’t smiling, Blah Blah Blah. He thought I was insulting him and felt he needed to shoot back. (Hmmm… kid shit?)

I swear, this is the last time I’m giving my number to a tourist. I need to roll my eyes again.

Is this the product of BET and public schools? Is this what 2008 has in store? Say it aint so… Ya’ll tell me… Sometimes I wish I were making this up.





March 25, 2008 Posted by | between the sheets | , , , , , , | 3 Comments