26 Nov 07 - WOD

"Arm Candy"

I grew up dark-skinned and skinny, plus I also wore glasses
So obviously I never gained the attention of those cuties with high-end fashions
Was ashy with an occasional chapped lip and nappy hair too
So when I approached the popular chicks I'd hear "let's not even go there, boo."

Eventually I guess it scarred me and so I made a vow
To some day call all the shots; the who's, what's, when's, where's, and how's
And later I'd realize that I've become the very same sort of monster
That fueled the youthful inferiority complex that I set out to conquer.

So today I humble myself and speak these long overdue words
To try to purge my inner conscience of thoughts never before heard

To the lovely dark brown sista with the flawless smile
We had an amazing time together; we hung tight for a short while
But at the end of the day all the things that made you "beautiful you"
Like your mahogany skin tone and your stylish short hair due
... simply proved too much of an obstacle for me to overcome
so I did what countless brothers have done and passed you over; I know... dumb.

To the short Ethiopian diva with the ridiculous "poke out"
How dare I allow your height to ultimately be the reason we didn't work out
And to the statuesque honey with the amazing grain of hair
Far be it for me to object to your unstylish collection of gear; so now in turn we're nowhere.

How can I overlook the all natural sista whose beauty comes with no preservatives
Lovely as ever yet your larger shoe size served as a deterrent for the kid
It's cool, I know ... go on and say it
I admit it, I was on some bullISH

Passed on some good girls cause I figured around the corner there'd be much more in store

Sometimes I think my love life should have come equipped with a revolving door. But no more!!

Too thick, too thin, too short, too tall
Reason enough to disqualify a potential mate? I've certainly used em all
Wrong height, bad feet, hair too short, too much weave
Have all been excuse enough for me to elect to leave.

Not career oriented, bad credit, messy crib... I know it's pathetic
Yup you guessed it, your boy jetted
Turned away my fair share of winners because I was super duper choosy
I've got BIG nerve, cause I hated when girls used to do the same thing to me.

Finally I've reached the point in my life that I can sincerely see
There are far more important aspects to a relationship than finding the perfect "arm candy"
Ladies, can you ever forgive me?

Sincerely,

C.

7 Nov 07 - WOD

"What's yours is mine"

Good morning beloved! Today's scenario is an interesting one indeed. "Like to hear it? Here it go":

Ladies, you've been happily married to your loving husband for just over 5 years now. Prior to marriage you guys dated for three years. When you two met, you were the single parent of an 18 month old son. Your husband has embraced and provided for your son as if he were his own flesh and blood since very early in the courtship. Your son's biological father on the other hand, has been inconsistent at best when it comes to supporting your child. Frustrated and left with no alternatives, you initiated court ordered child-support payments. You and your husband have a joint bank account by which you manage monthly expenditures. Now that the child support payments have started to actualize, should those funds be contributed to the joint account? Why or why not?

Here's the twist. Ladies, if your spouse had to pay court ordered child support to his child's mother on a monthly basis, should those payments come out of the joint account or should your husband be left to shoulder the brunt of those payments on his own? Speak on it.... were listening.

Corey R.

5 Nov 07 - WOD

"Loose lips sink ships"

Alright beloved, new scenario:

It's "couple's night" at Dave and Busters for you and your friends. One of your notoriously single friends has been ranting and raving lately about this great person they've been seeing. Mind you, this is the same buddy who traditionally has nightmarish encounters as it applies to dating. Everyone in your circle of friends is filled with anticipatory tingles about meeting this potential new fixture to the couple's night crew.

Eventually, just as expected the happy couple enters the restaurant with huge matching smiles on their faces. As introductions are handed out, you are overcome with a sudden knot in your throat. Much to your chagrin, your friend just rolled up on the scene with your former "booty call" lover from college. None of your other friends are aware that the two of you know one another through previous encounters. During the course of the evening, your former co-conspirator pulls you up and whispers to you "I promise not to say anything, if you don't say anything". Do you enlighten your homie about your former relationship with their new sweetheart or do you keep it moving and let bygones stay bygones? What is your logic? Talk to your boy, I'm all ears...

Corey R.