There seems to be a surplus of so called "Men" who strive to play the role of being kept— The role of a bitch. For the last several years, I've steered clear of these problematic humans simply because I know what I want and what I can't/won't deal with. But recently, I was fooled. Bamboozled.
I stay away from the guys with very young children because most times they are still involved with the child's mother who typically loves drama. I stay away from the men under 6'0" because.. well, I can't wear my heels without towering over them. I stay to myself because my peace matters more than having someone around whose intentions are not genuine. And I usually attract people who are similar to me. Honestly, up until this curve ball, my dating life has been great. No complaints. But I decided to step out of my comfort zone and try something new because he approached me. And he was a gentleman. Yall. He went to church and bible study regularly and was "Celibate". (That didn't last for long.) And even though I am far from religious, I thought he was sincere. But Nope.
He was a whole bird.
Everything was perfect up until things took a left and he broke it off with me over a $30 meal at a Mexican restaurant with cheap margaritas. I was so confused because money was NEVER an issue. He comes back a month later, explains his financial woes at the time, and apologizes. I understand when one isn't in the financial position he/she would like to be in, it's uncomfortable. I remain patient, and notice those growing pains are for you to experience and learn from. Baby, I can't save you. And I was actually loyal to him (well, kinda) But I let him know: I don't deal with men who look to be kept, it's unattractive. I make it clear. Why? Because I'm transparent and I expect the same in return. I was also dick-matized, so all it took was a "Sorry" to disregard the fact he was tallying up what him and I paid for throughout the duration of us dating. Ew.
Crazy thing: My guy had a girlfriend (sugarmama) the entire time. I mean this lady is giving him an allowance and providing vehicles. Of course, I can't compete because that's not my place. Turns out, he was a user and the whole city knew. Once he realized I wouldn't take care of him (like he's my child), I was ghosted.
I'm absolutely tired of being nice. I'm tired of being understanding to the Brokies. And I was tired long before the song dropped, but Lord Drizzy solidified it all.
