Some time ago I was having a conversation with a friend of mine about his recent relationship status, he referred to it as an hiatus. My reply to that is what one would consider a typical female response,
“What did you do?” I asked.
His was that of a typical male, “Why does it have to be me?”
I then titled my head to the side, pierced my lips, and rolled my eyes. You know the look, the typical look a black woman gives that screams, “Nigga please.”
Without divulging too much of my friend’s personal business, what it basically got down to is that, he got bored.
Now I will say this, my friend has got it going on. Educated, great job, owns his own house which is impeccable. Multiple cars, no kids, never been married. Funny, charming, tall, athletic, handsome, spiritual, kind, intelligent, family oriented, the list goes on and on. Bottom line the guy is an ideal black man. The type of brother that sisters pray to God for. The dude that’s in all the Tyler Perry plays/films.
But he is not the only one, I know several cats like this. Black men that have it all together, but yet are not married. So I have developed a theory, I’m not saying this is bible, I’m saying this is my own personal theory that I have developed and you may feel free to agree or disagree.
Remember when you were a kid and your mother would take you into a candy store and told you that you could only get one thing? Think about it, you’re standing there in front of all those delectable sweets, and you just couldn’t make up your mind? Do you want chocolate? Okay what kind of chocolate? Nuts or no nuts? Carmel, coconut, sweet and sour gummies? Skittles, PayDays, Laffy Taffy? Your mind is racing, your heart is pounding, your eyes are darting back and forth. And that is when you hear it. Your mother is starting to get fed up and says,
“If you don’t hurry up and pick something, I am leaving and you’re not going to get anything.”
And that my friends, is it.
Black men that have it going on can have their pick of the litter, and they know it. As a friend of mine put it once. “An educated black woman that’s attractive, has a good job, and charming…those are a dime a dozen.”
So what happens, you ask?
Well like the kid in the candy store there are a few scenerios.
1. You go home with nothing.
2. You make a rash decision and pick up whatever has the best looking wrapper, only to get it home and realize that is not what you wanted and now you are stuck. So you sit there and eat something you don’t want or you throw it away. (And depending on the mother throwing it away is not an option. And if you do throw it away you have to hear her say "I told you so" because she knew you wasn't going to like it the moment you showed it to her.)
3. Go back to old faithful and just get something familar, something you know you will like.
4. Last but not least, let your momma pick. She knows what you like anyway.
