When Your Ride Cock Blocks….

Earlier this year, I purchased my dream car! I have been planning this moment for years. It finally came to fruition and I was so excited. I hadn’t thought of the repercussions it would have on my dating life. I drove a Honda for what felt like forever. If I ever step out of luxury again, I’m going right back home to Honda but I digress. I met men all the time but now….crickets. I thought it was a coincidence until I had dinner with my friends this past weekend. They said I’m in between a rock and a hard place as a “successful” black woman. They said I have three categories of men at this point in life. 1. Dudes who just want to fuck. 2. Dudes looking for a suga mama to take care of them. 3. Dudes with egos who don’t date intimidating women. Lastly they said there’s a 4. “Successful” black dudes who don’t date black women anymore. They went on to say…you might’ve had a chance until you went out and got that damn car. They probably think you got a man because he bought you that shit. GTFOH!!! Seriously? So now my car is keeping me single. I have heard it all! 

I was quite taken aback until I realized I haven’t met one man in this car. They notice me for sure but they don’t say a word. Ok I know you bitter folks will say maybe I wasn’t his type. I’m a realist so I’ll bite….yeah that’s highly possible BUT not every damn time! I see the facial expression change when they realize what I’m in. I didn’t pay it much attention before but it definitely holds some merit. 

All I can say is I worked my ass off to get the things I have and I won’t apologize one second for any blessings I receive. So if he can’t handle it, he wasn’t the one. I will keep it pushing until I run into the one that says “yes! She got her own shit…so she don’t need mine! Maybe we can build wealth together.” 

Mmm hmm I’m looking for him! šŸ˜‰

Until then…šŸ’Ø

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About ariessays

I have no other purpose but to honestly share my thoughts and experiences in hopes of helping someone else cope with this journey called life.
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