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                         Dear Dairy 10/9/07 Meeting Charles 4 the first time

I met Charles when I was twenty-four; I’d just gotten my Master degree in finance and took a job offer at one of the biggest accounting firm in San Francisco. Normally I wouldn’t have eyes for a light skinned brother but Charles was fine with a capitol F. I even think he turned me on more when he passed me up without looking my way. I’ve always loved a challenge it’s something about me competing for something that gets me going. It’s the sole reason I finished high school at sixteen because I wanted to beat out everybody else.  Even though Charles passed me by I saw him look out the corners of his eyes. A woman like me is not easily missed.  I played along with him, I liked paying games.   As I kept it moving he turned around and asked me if I knew which way 5th street was.

I looked at him and smiled than replied “I’m new in town.” I could immediately tell he admired my Jill Scott smile. His eyes searched my five foot seven inch frame from top to bottom. After I felt he got a good enough look I turned and walked away. I always win, and I always get what I want!

“Excuse me Miss” he yelled trying to catch up with me. At that point I knew I had him where I wanted him, men rarely passed up a big but and a smile.

“Yes?”

“Well if you’re new in town if you don’t mind, I can show you around.”

Got ya I smirked. “Why not,” I smiled as I let him beam my contact information from my blackberry cell phone to his.

“I’ll call you later on; maybe I can take you out for steak.”

“Maybe” I replied as I turned and walked to my newly purchased ride. Men are so predictable I thought.

I touched bases on bycthes I don't like in my post Put A Ring On It. Now I want to talk about being the other woman.

Now me myself, I got to many My Owns to be anybody's jump off (willingly) now you might ask what do I mean?

·        I got my own car.

·        I got my own house.

·        I got my own bank account / money.

·        I got my own credit.

·        I got my own job.

·        I got my own friends.

·        I got my own life.

·        I got my own priorities.

Now tell me if I got all of that why wouldn't I want my own man? I don't care how much better women think it is being the other woman. Karma's a motherflucker and I live by it, I can't make myself do it. It really bothers me that women say oh he's a good man I get lost for words. My impression of a good man is not a man who cheating on his spouse. I think cheating is a selfish act. In my eyes a good man would either walk away or work things out. Cheating should never be an option.

Anyhow I know I went off the subject a little, but back to the topic. Why do we resort to being the other woman? Why do we let men have there cake and eat it to? Have all women given up hopes on finding there own so they settle just to have somebody. I read on a site a person friend lives with a man who is married because he treats her nice wtf.

I can't, will not, wont be, it's no way in this lifetime I'll be on the other end of the fence. Now I've been cheated on and have stayed to try to work things out so I guess I was in the wrong to. Is the woman who stays with a cheating man, or the woman who lays down with a man knowing he's in a relationship and you just don't care wrong?

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I've been in heated debates on this topic on a lot of other sites. At twenty-eight years of age I don't know how or when did this world take a turn for the worst? Now I know it's the new age and all but I can not get with it. Call me old fashion but I still believe in marriage! My grandma always said to me "If you good to lay down with than your good enough to marry."  When did being made official become wrong? When did we as women decide that being married is no longer important?

All I keep hearing is as long as he treats me nice it don't matter? Do we as women no longer know the benefits that marriage brings?  Why do we let men off the hook, what about our daughters do we raise them in just being a man's fu** buddy. Do we tell our kids that marriage is not important? Do we tell our daughters that it's okay to have babies with a man and he does not have to commit to you? I don't understand it please tell me if I'm stuck in the seventies or this world has no more values and has brainwashed the women into believing that were only good enough to date?

I'll be the first in line to holla nigg** ain't shi* but the truth be told we as women often look over the good men because we feel like he's a lame. He's to nice (<—- The stupidest shi* I ever said, ex Lisa Wu husband) He's a goofy are whatever is said. We run behind the wrong type of guy because his thug style and swagger got us off our rocker. Than when he stomps over our heart or we find out about his twenty other woman he got, you start hollering Nigg** ain't shi* are start back with there ain't no good man in the world crap.

I feel like men are never gonna step up and be what there supposed to be as long as we as women keep backing down and settling for less. Why should they stop running wild when they can freely have there cake and eat it to. Have a baby momma and not worry about wifeing her. Have a wife and a woman on the side because she don't care that he's married. I just think it's sad that we have come to this; ten years ago the world was much different. I'm scared to see where we will be in another ten years if we don't get it together. I know ya'll saying check your man and I agree but if we as women stick together instead of competing against one another than we could check our man. And my prime example is these cooperating ho's (I hate these type of bitches) I found a number once before and I called up the girl and she clearly lied for my boyfriend saying it wasn't like that.  They was just friends from high school. Now I got him lying and her lying instead of them saying yeah we fuc**. That way I can remove myself from the mess instead of holding on. So you all say check yo man but he ain't gonna tell the truth so why go along with his game if you're his side woman? I don't understand that mess but anyway back to the topic.

I was telling my sister and her friends that our relationships usually don't work out as women because we try to step on God's toes.  The bible says "When a man finds a woman he finds a good thing." it does not say when a woman finds a man she finds a good thing. So were out here running behind these men and we've already stepped in and took over God's order.  Instead of letting him chase you like God intended it your doing the total opposite. And it never works out because anytime you have to chase behind a man that means he's not checking for you like that. So he looks at it like "She will always be there I got her on lock, I'll do me and when I'm ready I'll treat her right."  Than your loving him more than you love yourself and your putting up with all his bullshi*  because you have doomed that relationship from the start. The correct way is to let a man chase you let him fall in love with you first. I feel like and I don't know if this is true, but if a man loves you more, if he took all his time chasing you, when he gets you he will appreciate it and will do all the things to keep you because he doesn't want to lose you.  If you running behind him why should he care about treating you bad you checking for him.

to be cont...

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                   DOLLAR / ONE

It was hot as hell in the Chi 79th and Stony Island was gonna be on and popping tonight. This was Chicago early heat -- it was the beginning of June -- but when it's hot outside, that equals niggas and rides. It was my sixteenth birthday, and me and my girls were gonna be living it up tonight.

Me and my younger sister Sissy are only nine months apart; my momma was popping us outta her coochie as fast as she could. We live with our grandma. My father went to jail when I was just three years old, and my mother passed away that same year as well. Grandma would never tell us what happened to our mother; all we knew was that she was killed.

"Emerald, can I come with y'all?" Sissy asked.

"No! You too young," I hissed.

"You only nine months older than me."

My sister and me could pass for twins. Our mother was Filipino, and our father was 100% black. I filled out quicker than Sissy, but we both had gray eyes and long curly hair. Our lips were nice and full, and were some redbones. I was shaped like a Coke bottle, while Sissy had yet to fill out. It was only a matter of time before Sissy came into herself.

"Sissy, I ain't got time for you to be no scaredy-cat tonight."

"I ain't gone be."

"Fine, then."

I pulled out the latest outfit I'd purchased from the local cheap clothing store, Rave. It was all I could afford, but whatever I put on, I'd stand out because I was fly.

"Let me see what you wearing, Sissy," I said.

Sissy held up a wrinkled outfit and some busted sandals.

"Where the hell you think you going looking like that?"

"What's the matter?" Sissy asked.

"Everything!"

There was no way Sissy was fitting into my shorts, but we were the same bra size, so I pulled out one of my sexy shirts, took Sissy's wrinkled shorts and ran an iron over them, and handed her a pair of my sandals.

Once we got dressed, I got the keys to Grandma's Ford Mustang and headed over to Me Me's house. Me Me was my best friend. I'd known her since the first grade that's my bitch; we do everything together. Me Me was a redbone and just as pretty as me, so we was always shittin' on dem hating bitches.

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Droping May 1, 2007

NWHoodTales

I'ma Keep It Coming!

Tha Princess Of HoodTales

Usually seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, and days turn into months. When you're out living your life, time flies by. But where I'm at, time moves slowly, like a hundred-year-old lady crossing the street. It takes forever for a week to pass, and it feels like years before the month ends. As the days slowly pass, the more depressed I get; I try to sleep, but wind up staying awake staring at these cold gray walls.

I'm used to a certain lifestyle. I got accustomed to the finer things in life. I was a baller's bitch. I never coped nothing but the best of everything. Now I'm sleeping under nasty-ass used sheets and they make me cringe; my skin's flaking up from using that generic-ass soap these crackers give me.

I thought being a baller's bitch was easy. I had the hottest whips, the best clothes, and mad dollars at my fingertips. I was the baddest bitch in the CHI. I was Dollar's girl. And I was his wifey, not no sideline ho. I enjoyed being a baller's chick, but everything that glitters ain't gold.

I was down for Dollar and I talked to him every day since I was sixteen; now it's been three months since I saw or heard a word from him. Dis nigga is playing me now. I was the same bitch that went across state lines for him, took the stand and lied for him; I was the same woman he asked to marry three months ago. Now a bitch can't even get a visit outta his ass after all I did for him.

"Everybody up and out!" the prison guard yelled.

I couldn't jump up fast enough. I dashed down the hall because I needed to be the first person on the phone. Once I made it to the head of the line, I couldn't dial Sissy's number fast enough. I needed to see what the hell was going on.

Sissy answered right away. "Emerald, how you holding up?" she asked.

"Bitch, how you think? I'm in fucking prison! Where the fuck is Dollar? How come he ain't put no money on my books or came and seen me?"

Sissy swallowed hard before she answered me. "I been trying to call him," she said in a low voice. "I don't know if he got locked up or not."

"Bitch, what the fuck you mean you ain't heard from him?" I screamed so loud my voice began to shake. "What about SL? You call him."

"Emerald, I done tried everybody," she cried.

"What?"

"I don't know what's going on."

"Call his momma right now!" I told her.

Sissy clicked over, called Dollar's momma on the three-way, and clicked me in.

"Hello, Sissy. Dollar ain't in --" Dollar's momma said.

Sissy cut her off. "Ms. Price, I have Emerald on the line."

"What's going on, Ms. Price?" I asked. "I'm in here and I haven't heard or seen Dollar in three months now!"

"Baby, I ain't seen him either. I think he out of town. I'll tell him to come up there soon as he gets back."

"What am I supposed to do for money?"

"I got some," Sissy answered.

"I'll put some on your books."

"Well, I need for you to come today."

"All right. See you when I get there."

I hung up the phone; there were too many people behind me waiting to make phone calls. My gut was telling me something was going on with Dollar. My gut was telling me that he was playing me. He done got me locked up, and now I'm doing his time.