ANKLES

This really isn't meant to be funny.....Why don't old people have ankles? I don't understand it...do they fade with time? Will I also lack ankles one day? Being scientifically challenged, I just wonder if there's some explanation of which I'm unaware.

Anywho, I ran into one of my old buddies today in the part of town called "the loop." Now, I've known this cat since we were 12, and I've always known a lot about him. He's very intelligent, and articulate, a hood cat, but I don't think he was ever pushed to maximize his potential. Unfortunate, because I really feel there is soo much he could do. He plays chess down at Panera Bread with a group of old guys. I personally was gonna sit down at the table and play but I hate embarrassing men.

But, seeing him made me think about a lot of people. Nothing bothers me more than unused potential. UGh!!! Especially among talented black men...

I think I'm going to start an ankle stretching routine, just to make sure my ankles stay firm and tone....

Soccer....old people...and other randoms

Okay, so I watched the last 10 minutes of the US world cup soccer game today. TO my surprise there were quite a few brothers on the team. Now, I know that the best soccer players in the world have skin color like mine. However, a lot of black Americans seem to shy away from soccer, for some reason. Either way, one of the players even resembled an Eastside Detroiter, complete with the braids and platinum grill! (okay, he didn't have a platinum grill) It was pretty interesting though. I like soccer players.....enough said.

For the fourth time in about 10 days, a man in his mid life crisis asked me for my phone number. I used 15 minutes to explain to him why we were in different walks of life. He told me that the guys my age don't know how to treat a woman, and I should try someone older. I think I'll take my chances....especially if I had to settle for a man that made me feel like I was out with my father...EW!!!! I can't imagine getting my first...um...in depth kiss in years from ....a father figure. How disgusting! Anywho, I also told the man my family wouldn't approve, and he said that his age would be our little secret. He was persistent, but I was equally resistant. I had J.Neal in mind, who says the male needs a stroking of the ego. I just couldn't find it within myself to stroke this one....it was too gross. Sorry JN. I hope I haven't let you down.

gold.diggin

What exactly is a golddigger anyway? I don't know a woman in the world who wouldn't mind being taken care of. At the same time, a lot of the fellas that have nice cars and such want females to know about it. They feel like it adds to their worth. So, maybe the women are wrong for looking for money bags, and the men are wrong for flossing it.

Either way, I was thinking today about my social pool, and how most of the male blacks with whom I have acquainted or befriended are definitely en route to success. Some have already attained--prosperous doctors, NFL athletes, lawyers, lawyers to be... And they're single! So, I'm like, how in the world will they find the wifey without suspecting her of being a golddigger first? Prenups seem to be the only answer. However, if they meet a babe like me, they'll have a tough time, cuz I refuse to sign a prenup. That way, if he acts up on me....CLEANERS!!!! That's why I don't tell people my interest is family law.


Anywho...studying for the bar has not been fun. I feel like I haven't been on the phone since before graduation. The only people I've seen is my family, and church folk. I feel like I don't have a life. I've met sooo many people (in starbucks and panera bread) at some of my study spots, and know when I meet them there's no way I can hang out, but that's a whole 'nother show.

Regardless, hell will be over about 8 weeks from now!