Single for the rest of my life?

After some thought, I decided I'd rather be single. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'll be lonely, sad and horny all the time...blah blah blah. Well, Palmer and Handrew have been just fine for me for this long.

Okay, I'm kidding.

I'm just at the point where I believe being boo'd up is overrated. Love is a bitch, too. I hate to be cliche but it's true. I've always feared rejection, and it happened more than I liked this year alone. Hell, one I even fell for and it took a while to get over. Either I've been misreading signals or...whatever. From now on, I think I'll just beware of anyone supposedly showing interest and keep my feelings to myself.

Who knows what the future holds...

ATL Diaries: Star Struck...

I'm not the type to be star struck when it comes to meeting celebrities. I've met Destiny's Child v.2, Rodney Hampton (formerly of NY Giants), Bill Clinton, etc. I never do all the screaming and squealing and jumping around.

Then I met her.

Chilli of TLC. And still wasn't star struck.

In fact, I was getting the shuttle van washed at the car wash in Midtown this morning. A woman 2 seats down called out “Ro!” and I glanced up but didn’t pay much attention. When “Ro” walked past me, I looked up and noticed her bag, which had a picture of Chilli’s son Tron on it. “Ro” sat next to me and as kept looking at her because she seemed familiar, she looked directly at me. I then recognized her. “Chilli?”, I said. She smiled and waved, “Hi. How are you?” I replied, “Great, and you?” “I’m good, thanks,” she said then continued her conversation with the friend. Asking for autographs and pictures was out of the question. Besides, she wasn’t there for long as they left like 2 minutes later. 

Chilli’s so beautiful in person, and so small. And yes, the baby hairs were real.

It was cool meeting her and she seemed human. I know I should get used to this because I'm sure I'll see more since I live in ATL. 

I mean, I've seen Gucci's tour bus like 5 times already. He's one I don't want to meet though.

ATL Diaries: Coming Out...

I posted a while back that I was going to come out to my best friend. And as you all know, or maybe you've been hiding under a rock, this past Monday was National Coming Out day. I was intending to write a letter because I didn't think I'd be able to get everything out over the phone. However, when I realized on Monday that it was Coming Out day, I decided to send an email because I felt more confident that day. The entire time I was typing, I was a nervous wreck. I was scared. I almost didn't press "send".

But I'm glad I did. My phone vibrated signaling a text message. It was from my best friend.

"Awwww...I'm here for you no matter what and I'm glad u are happy"

I don't do crying, except when watching The Lion King. But dammit if I didn't cry like a lil bitch after reading that. She's the greatest. Someone once told me, "Once you got a good friend, they will ALWAYS be your friend." I have a good, true friend. The next day we spent 3 hours on the phone as normal. Well, till my phone died. But it was like nothing's changed.

Today, all of my friends and family knows, and I have their love and support. I should have just come out years ago. SMH. As my good bestie Peppah would say, "You're a gay now!"

Side note: my new friend here figured out I have a crush on our coworker aka the "Bible Toter". I don't know how she figured it out but she did, lol.

Decisions...

I know I have a long time before Fall 2011 but I think I’m reaching closer to a decision on which university I want to continue and finish, either Georgia Tech or Morehouse. I’m leaning more towards Morehouse.

I met a guest that stayed at the hotel this week who has a buddy that went to Morehouse and is now a doctor. He believes that having a Morehouse degree will provide better opportunities for me than GT. Plus Morehouse is more acknowledged than GT. I should be expecting a phone call in the next week or two.

Making connections in ATL.

Maybe I'll go to Spelman. o_o

ATL Diaries: Niagara Falls

I have a terrible cold. I had the place to myself since Wednesday and I get sick, vomiting and shit. Even with a nose running like Niagara Falls, my friend took me out of the house Saturday. We went to the Atlanta BBQ Festival in Atlantic station. One guy, who I think was just a kid (read as in teen), went out of his way to check me out as I walked by. I’m talking from the moment I was walking in his direction until I was well past him. Yeah, you gotta be a little older buddy. 

Then she took me to 5 Points/Underground. I don’t like that place. I never really go there because it’s too ghetto. I was so uncomfortable too. And can y’all believe she took me into Rainbow??? I have a bad judgment in friends because my bestie back in Houston did the same damn thing. Rainbow, though? Ugh. And yes, eyes were on me too. Some of them were looking grossly though.

We passed by what looked to be a block party or something. She wanted to stop there until we asked what was going on. Soon as dude said Clark-Atlanta homecoming, we burnt off. No thank you.

After that, we went to Camp Creek. That was much more my environment…suburbia. Out of the ghetto-ness. Had a nice time, bought a few things.

Ended the night by going to…the West End. I know about the West End because Madea talked about the West End, and I swore I’d never go to the West End. But there we were…in the West End. Now that was the “hoodt”. Not “hood” but “HOODT”. She was going to go into the store for a minute and leave me in the truck but I was like, “Hell to da naw!” I didn’t mind walking into Simply Fashion as long as she didn’t leave me by myself. Not in the hoodt, buddy. 

Her: Would you live out here?

Me: Hell to the no!

Her: Why not?

Me: Do you see this shit? My chances of getting shot increases by 214 percent. Matter fact, lock the doors and let up the windows.