tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43746159483962012042024-10-06T23:02:26.433-05:00Strap on your Safety Belts and Enjoy Factual Accounts of our (Mis)Adventures in Dating and Relationships. Hold on, it's guaranteed to be a Helluva ride!CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-52497714770483078452009-01-20T15:23:00.004-06:002009-01-20T15:29:40.310-06:00

As a daughter of the deep South, I am all too familiar with “The Brown Paper Bag Test.” For those of you who are unfamiliar, “The Brown Paper Bag Test,” derived from and was used by Blacks (particularly in the South) to determine if one Black person had “fair enough” skin to group them into a certain “class” of Blacks. I know…it sounds absurd, right? RIGHT! Absolutely! Nevertheless, Blacks

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My New Year's Resolution for 2009: Invest in A Background Check on my Gentlemen Callers!I've decided that I'm going to start doing background checks on the guys that I date. Not just any guy, mainly the ones that I start investing interest in. Let's see, hmmmm....after about the 3rd date, I think it will be safe to invest $29.99 and find out if he is actually worth my time.The background check

CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-28822669337524404382008-11-20T08:13:00.001-06:002008-11-20T08:34:04.829-06:00

I wept the entire way home. My mom didn't utter a word. She didn't have to, I knew that she was incredibly disappointed in me. That hurt almost as much as his betrayal. She drove me to my apartment and escorted me up the stairs to my bedroom. I had returned to infant mode. I sobbed as my mom undressed me and put on my night clothes as if I were a 3 year old child. She gave me some water and two

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I sat in the car for a few minutes in complete shock. Was I really seeing what I thought I was seeing? I tried to wrap my psyche around everything that was going on, but it was too much. I began to replay the accident back in my head...she was irate, I was apprehensive, she was cold and mean toward me and she ran into the back of me...intentionally?? The accident took place as I was leaving Mr.

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Mr 36 and I met shortly after I graduated from college. I had moved back to my hometown to attend graduate school. He was a young professional in a high profile career. We were both young and vibrant with the world at our fingertips. It was no surprise that we were attracted to each other immediately. He was tall, dark and handsome... I was petite, cute and sassy with tons of personality...a

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When in a relationship, it is important that my significant other (s/o) has his own life. I can not be anyone's everything, in that case, I feel pressured. I need a man who is secure in our relationship and in his manhood, that he allows me to be the Social Butterfly that I am. A man who has his own life, outside of our relationship. I have a very hefty social calendar, that varies from week to

CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-69121757415332621812008-10-20T09:09:00.007-05:002008-10-20T22:47:36.212-05:00

Y2K brought about many great things in my life. It was a new decade full of new possibilities. I was a young free-spirited college student who was enjoying freedom miles away from home. I had just begun to take classes in my major and was extremely excited about it. I had landed a coveted internship with a leading corporation in my field of interest and I had met a man that would forever redefine

CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-34882622387875062008-10-01T07:26:00.004-05:002008-10-01T07:39:22.912-05:00

I get weirded out by dudes who seem to have chick tendencies. You know the ones, men that stay in the mirror much longer than you do, the ones who don't like to get dirty or break a nail, the metrosexuals. They really give me the creeps, to say the least. But the ones that really make me ancy are the ones that are clingy.NO B*tchassness- in the words of Diddy. I couldn't have come up with a

CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-48938999640166776242008-09-29T14:35:00.006-05:002008-10-01T07:48:36.391-05:00

I've known "Alabama" for over 5 yrs now, and though he and I never lived in the same city, we have always kept up communication and maintained an acquaintance-ship. I hadn't seen him in over a year, and when he got wind that I would be on the West Coast, he jumped at the opportunity to meet up with me since he too, was in Southern California at the time.He sent me a message asking if I was still

CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-89168753390574548082008-09-26T18:26:00.010-05:002008-10-17T12:53:23.175-05:00

For as long as I can remember (even before I held my own), I've known of the supposed taboos of dating co-workers. When I was younger, I remember watching shows or hearing family members discuss how office trysts always seemed to end in a mess for everyone involved...and even those who were not. So, when I joined the workforce, I promised myself that I would do my best to never cross that line.

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About a year ago I was dating this guy who we shall call "Harlem". Harlem and I dated for a few months before the relationship dissipated. We parted ways amicably; he was a nice guy, but just not for me. In the midst of our dating, I introduced him to one of my good girl-friends. They ended up hitting it off and eventually exchanged contact info. Their intentions were never to hook up, at least

CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-40076497500889490082008-09-15T07:55:00.012-05:002008-10-01T07:57:28.194-05:00

So guys, I have been blessed with the opportunity to embark on a one month stay in LA-LA Land! I love this place, and mostly everything about it- except for the pretension. The weather is gorgeous and the dining and fashion are on point! But the Dating Lane here kind of sucks. I will be bringing you a segment as often as I can, called "California Adventures" as I chronicle my month's long

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I wrote a post yesterday about the guy I call Baller on a Budget or BOB. By popular demand, I have decided to chronicle one of our dates.For the purposes of this story we will call one of the major players in this story, one of my good girl-friends, Kelsey. Kelsey and I had just finished complaining about our 1st of the month blues...every bill under the sun was due at the 1st of the month for

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I must extend sincere apologies to my faithful readers who have been wondering what the hell is going on in The Dating Lane. There has been some serious bumper to bumper traffic which led to quite a few fender benders, but for the most part, additional life responsibilities have gotten in the way of me chronicling my dating experiences. But please believe they haven't ceased! I have tons of

CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-54064456809445153702008-08-11T17:13:00.002-05:002008-08-11T18:28:20.445-05:00

Have I ever expressed to you, my lovely loyal readers, how much I LOATHE the entire ceremony of dating? If I haven't (which I'm sure I have), let me take a few minutes out of your busy day to rant on exactly what I dislike the most about the dating process.I dislike the "getting to know you" phase. Generally this is the point in which you meet a person's representative, and they meet yours. You

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Let's face it...it's always easier to see the faults in others than it is to see them in ourselves. Take this blog for example, most of these entries chronicle the absurdities C'est Chic and I encounter as single women in the dating lane. We put our "gentlemen callers" in the spotlight and pick apart their eccentricities one by one. Nothing wrong with that really. I mean...that's why we're

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You all remember me posting about the younger guy that I had met a while back- right? If not you can find the post here for background purposes. Baby Boy and I had been kicking it pretty hard during the past few months. He is temporarily living in a city near my home and has had lots of free time. And who better to share that extra time with than yours truly!I can honestly say that in the past

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Networking websites such as Facebook seem to be the newest craze in the internet world. Imagine my excitement when I found out that my high school had it's own version site! It's like Facebook, but only for alumni and it is soooo cool and so addictive. There are so many people that I haven't seen or spoken to since high school graduation that are members. It's kind of like a high school reunion..

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Charmed and I took some time out of our busy lives for a little R&R in the Mexican Riviera. We had a wonderful time...we are easy to please. Great food, wonderful company and even better cocktails make the two of us the world's most pleasant Bachelorettes!During the few weeks prior to the vacation, we had a brief discussion about the possibility of meeting potential gentlemen callers. Charmed

CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-39002988088833143942008-07-20T17:16:00.004-05:002008-07-20T17:33:54.115-05:00

This week, I found myself in somewhat of a moral dilemma...booty call or not? Now considering my recent (insert cough - ah hmm) recent lack of male companionship, this should have not posed a dilemma at all. In fact, I'm really anxious to actually pick up some speed in the Dating Lane because right now I feel like I'm stalled! However, when I was propositioned by B the other night, as tempting

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I would be remiss of my duties as a blogger if I didn't blog about the Sex and The City Motion Picture. I LOVED IT! The movie was indeed a "chick flick" that encompassed everything girly- from couture dresses, to pillow talk, to flawless make-up. But the movie also included several "life lessons" and show that women--in general, go through the same issues when it comes to men and relationships-

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I couldn't make up these stories if I tried! I have a vivid imagination, but not this vivid. Sit back and relax and take a glimpse into my life in the Dating Lane.This weekend was very eventful- to say the least. I have been attending a Cycling Class at my gym for a little over a month now. The class is held twice a week, and has a faithful following. I am the "newbie" in the class, and a couple

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I met Mr. W at the W Hotel's infamous Ghost Bar in Dallas, TX. Little ole me, made feeble attempts to get the bartender's attention; Mr W observed this and offered to speak on my behalf. Once he flagged down the bartender, I was finally able to order my drink, and once the bill came, Mr. W put it on his tab. We began conversing while I waited for my drink, and though he didn't physically appear

CEST_CHIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193067633677582130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374615948396201204.post-62971615437711772382008-05-19T20:51:00.003-05:002008-05-19T20:57:41.403-05:00

We all know how I feel about going dutch. Check out Aunt Jackie's post on said topic. I couldn't have possibly written it any better. She hits the nail on the head. Check it out:I Am Not Dutch.

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"She got her own house, she got her own car, two jobs work hard you a bad broad..."~WebbieThere are so many things wrong with the song INDEPENDENT which is supposed to serve as a hip-hop woman's anthem. The song is recorded by an MC who goes by the name of Webbie. The only thing I can find right about the song is the beat. I often find myself dancing to it, but I really don't want to because I

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