Maybe I Move Too Slow ...

because all of the new I don't want to call them relationships, but for lack of a better word ... relationships have been ending in about two to three weeks because of the same thing. SEX. I don't understand it. Is getting know somebody before you give up the goodies a thing of the past? The Negros that I have been meeting seem to think so. After a week of knowing them (( I mean I'll meet them Thursday, and by the following Thursday)) they think it's okay to palm my booty like a big ass basketball and tug at my clothes. That shit is not cool.

I don't carry myself like a hoe. I look these young men in the eyes when I speak to them and when they speak to me. There's no lip licking, no tongue flicking, no thigh rubbing, and for the most part, no kissing. ((I might give up a peck every now and then just to let them know that I'm feeling them like that))

I don't dress like one. I'm wearing jeans, pumps, and shirts with sleeves. Minimum cleavage ... if any. Little or no make up <-- depending on how I feel and where we're going. But, I do rock the smell goods. Perfume or some body spray is just a must. I can't take smelling like nothing.

I don't hold sexual conversations in those first weeks. In fact, I make no mention of sex, sexual favors, sexuality ... none of that. I spend that time TRYING to get to know them and let them get to know more about me. I'm trying to figure out who they are and where they are in life. What their goals are. What kind of religious and political views they have. What they have accomplished and how that relates to where they are now. Parental status and relationship status. NEWS FLASH: Just because a man says he's single doesn't mean that he's not in a relationship of some kind whether it be just sexual or emotional. Having a Cutty Buddy is a type of relationship ... just in case there are some out there who didn't know.

There has to be an error in my process somewhere, because this happening way too often. I just need to figure out what it is.