tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145052432024-03-13T08:36:14.509-05:00Getting Myself Together"Let Me Tell You Something!"That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.comBlogger467125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-49445367294805303362010-07-14T16:53:00.002-05:002010-07-14T17:24:46.445-05:00Dreams DeferredWell, as surely as it was started it has ended. We were enjoying each other, we formed a relationship and then made the decision to move in together. But i'll be damned if the anything ever works our for me.<br /><br /><br /><br />Two weeks ago, Nelson informed me that he had been been seeing someone else, but had broken it off soon after. Well, I was shocked, but then again I wasn't. I knew that something had been going on about a month after we moved in together. His demeanor towards me changed. Daily phone calls from work stopped. The multiple daily text messages he would send stopped. My text messages to him went unanswered and he would claim that he didn't get them (I knew he was, but he was deleting them, but his phone kept them in a trash folder. When we laid down to sleep, he wouldn't hug me. The only physical affection I got was a kiss before he went to work. So I knew that something was going on.<br /><br /><br /><br />About 2 weeks before that fateful day when he finally confessed, I sat him down and expressed my concerns and explained my observations. He insulted my intelligence by proclaiming that he hadn't changed and he had been doing the things that he had been doing before. I let it go until the next week.<br /><br /><br /><br />I was at my part-time job and got a text that he was going out for his birthday that began at midnight. I was a little pissed because I wanted him to be with me when the clock struck midnight so that I could give him his gift and celebrate with him. I let that go, but my mind kept wondering. Well I woke up at 5:45am and he wasn't there. Me being the person that I am started worrying. I called him 7 times in a 3 hour period. Finally I texted one of his friends and asked where he was. The friend said that Nelson had gotten drunk and was staying at his house. My intuition said that was a crock of shit and to this day I believe that it was.<br /><br /><br /><br />So I get up and head to renew my driver's license and when I got back home, guess who was there. I asked him why he hadn't called me back after 7 missed calls to let me know that he was ok. He looked to the side and said he didn't call because he would see me when he got home. That's when I knew he was lying. I stared at him in shocked. I once again asked him what the problem was between us and cif he was seeing someone else. He once again lied and said there was no problem and that he wasn't seeing anyone else.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well we went through his birthday weekend as though things were normal and then a week later he confessed when I asked him again. I wasn't giving up until he told me what the problem was.<br /><br /><br /><br />He told me that he met some guy (he of course wouldn't tell who the person was) and went on a couple dates with him (he says they never had sexand he never brought the guy to the house). He told me that through that dude he realized that I wasn't the person that he wanted to be with and after the second date with dude, realized the same about him. He summed it up by saying that he just didn't want to be in a relationship anymore.<br /><br /><br /><br />To say that I was crushed would be an understatement. To be cheated on and dumped is some bullshit. I could go on and on, but I just can't right now because i'm starting to cry all over again.<br /><br /><br /><br />And that about sums it up. Oh, did I forget to mention that we had signed a yearlong lease and are stuck with each other for 9.5 months?That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-77243929663391280072010-04-21T20:11:00.008-05:002010-04-21T20:32:15.590-05:00Moving On Up!!!Here is the house!!!! I'm so excited about moving in with Nelson (no more aliases needed). We only looked at 4 houses and this one was the first one that we saw. After looking at all of the rest, this was the one that we both agreed on. I wanted the one in the tennis community and he wanted the one that was almost 3000 sq ft. He thought the one in the tennis community was too far away and I thought the 3000 sq ft was too big. So we talked about what we both needed and wanted and this one was the one that stood out!! It's 4br, 2.5ba and about 1900 sq ft. I can't wait to furnish and decorate!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S8-lQxZBhRI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RRtpK0lxhP4/s1600/WWalk1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462766580578485522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S8-lQxZBhRI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RRtpK0lxhP4/s320/WWalk1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S8-kuFNloaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gEoeV5HADWg/s1600/WWalk3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462765984603808162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S8-kuFNloaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gEoeV5HADWg/s320/WWalk3.jpg" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462766044924033762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S8-kxl7DOuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wrXVV7TbUVs/s320/WWalk4.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S8-kpo_CMJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/LBtocT3QuRM/s1600/WWalk2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462765908307095698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S8-kpo_CMJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/LBtocT3QuRM/s320/WWalk2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S8-kVka6tsI/AAAAAAAAAn0/FPzYaVM65nE/s1600/WWalk1.jpg"></a></div></div>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-73169206200481855542010-04-05T21:08:00.003-05:002010-04-05T21:25:43.734-05:00Update 4/1/2010Ok, so I have been missing from blogland for quite a while. Don't ask me why, but blogging lost it's luster. I barely even read them anymore. But I think it was a Mary J. Blige kinda thing. As long as I was not so happy, I had something to blog about. Now that happiness is a part of my life, I don't feel like I have as much to talk about. <br /><br />But anyway...on to the updates of which there aren't many.<br /><br />1. GE and I are moving in together after only 5 months of dating. Yeah, yeah I know it's soon, but you know what? We love each other and it's something that we are both comfortable with and want to do. I've thought about this for a few weeks and we've discussed it and we have decided to do it. We have decided to lease a house (no more apartments for me) for a year and if things are going well, we will buy one after that. <br /><br />2. I'm getting closer and closer to getting out of debt. Paying the most I can each month keeps me broke, but I should be credit card debt free within the next 6 months. I'll keep the 2 cards that I use open and pay them off monthly. <br /><br />3. I have really been enjoying life and making sure that I keep a smile of my face. I learned that happiness is a decision and I decided to be happy. I've been hanging out with my friends a lot more and that has a lot to do with it. They keep my laughing and drinking.<br /><br />4. After months of speculation, we are about to find out what's happening with my company. Either we will finally work for Hilton or be switched to yet another contract company. There are rumblings that either way we would all be getting pay raises that are competitive with other companies. <br /><br />5. I still haven't gotten my weight where I want it and i'm back up to 210lbs where I was when I started this blog almost 5 years ago. I just don't have the motivation to work out like I used too. But with this second cruise coming up in October I need to really get on the ball. Luckily it's Spring so I can get back on the tennis court again. And when we move, there will be an LA Fitness right next to the subdivision. Let's hope that helps.<br /><br />That's all for now, but I wanted to start back on the blog trail and this is something. Let's see if I can post again before the week is over.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-79127983670501013122010-03-31T23:12:00.002-05:002010-03-31T23:13:51.728-05:00Yes......I am going to get back into blogging really soon. I just had to take some time to get some things together. But meeting a reader of my blog at a party Saturday has me ready to get back into it.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-77237316391266521022010-02-03T13:35:00.004-05:002010-02-03T13:41:24.562-05:00I've Decided to Purchase...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S2nDCn2OumI/AAAAAAAAAns/j9KFNwqbFwE/s1600-h/WaltherPPK.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434088875222809186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/S2nDCn2OumI/AAAAAAAAAns/j9KFNwqbFwE/s320/WaltherPPK.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>...a handgun. Yes, i finally made the decision to do it. For years, i've said that I wouldn't get one because I didn't want to ever have to use it, but things have changed. Two weeks ago, I came home to my apartment complex to find 6 police cars outside my building. They were pretty mum on telling us what exactly went on, but I found out that one of my neighbors had been the victim of a home invasion and sexual assault. I'm not sure of all of the details, but as of now, she is doing ok. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So i'm in the market for a handgun and I just have to do some research to find out what kind I should get. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Any suggestion?</div>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-69534022433109919082010-01-03T15:20:00.002-05:002010-01-03T15:52:59.946-05:00For The First Time In My Life......I have had the word "nigger" hurled at me from the mouth of a white person. Here's what happened.<br /><br />I was leaving a gas station waiting to turn left into traffic. Behind me was a white guy driving a black Chevy Tahoe. I guess he thought that I wasn't moving fast enough for me so he tried to go around me. As soon as he turned to go around me, traffic cleared and I pulled out into traffic. I had no idea that I had done something "wrong". <br /><br />I get to the next traffic light to turn left to get on the interstate and the light is red. I was the second car in line to turn. I noticed the black Tahoe in the right lane next to me waiting to go straight. Just as the light turned green for both of us to proceed, he let's down his window and screams "NIGGER" and floors it away. Because my music was up, I could barely here him, but my eyes could read his mouth clearly. <br /><br />To my own surprise, I burst out laughing as I made my left turn and laughed for about 10 minutes. I laughed because people still think that calling Black people that word still stings. It may sting to other people, but not me. That doesn't hurt my feelings at all. If you want to hurt my feelings, tell me that I the clearance rack at Banana Republic is gone!<br /><br />Now I must admit that once I stopped laughing 10 minutes later, I did get upset. I didn't get upset that there are some people who just don't have a clue. They act as though the world still is and always will be ruled by white people. What gave that bastard the idea that he had the privilege to just go around me when I had the right of way. I'm sure if it had been another white person, he wouldn't have tried it. But my second thought was that I am glad that I don't own a firearm. I'm pretty sure that I would have followed his ass and done something regrettable.<br /><br />But what strikes me as odd is that when I posted this on Facebook, I got a few comments that people feel like occurences of this type don't happen in their parts of the country. I think that people really need to wake up because racism and prejudice occur all over. Recognize and fight it and the world could be a better place.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-9398626904133115052009-11-30T22:28:00.003-05:002009-11-30T22:43:29.390-05:00I Just Realized That......whenever I start dating someone consistently I gain weight. I stepped on the scale last week and it read 202lbs. Yes people, I have gained back 10 of the 14 lbs that I lost over the summer.<br /><br />I thought about way back in college when Dreads and I started dating, I gained weight.<br /><br />When Chicago and I started dating back in 02, I gained weight.<br /><br />When VP and I started fucking, I gained weight.<br /><br />When Hollywood and I started dating I gained weight.<br /><br />When CC and I started dating, I gained weight.<br /><br />And now that GE and I have started dating, I have gained weight.<br /><br />I started wondering why the hell this happens and it didn't take long to figure it out. Most dates include food and drinks. Plain and simple. The other night, GE and I were watching TV and he asked me about 10 times what we were going to eat. He ordered a pizza and wings and we ate most of it. The night before that, we hung out with some of his friends. Between us, we had 6 martinis. He had 4 and I had 2.<br /><br />And i'm wondering why I have gone back over 200lbs. This shit is going to have to stop. We are going to have to do things that don't involved food and alcohol. I'm going to try to plan dates that involve some kind of physical activity (and sex doesn't count). But hell, what date can you do that involves physical activity?<br /><br />Any ideas?That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-72687712622493460762009-11-12T21:09:00.004-05:002009-11-12T21:16:48.453-05:00I've Never Done This Before......but I am going to post a picture of the guy that I am dating. I have always been cautious about doing that, but in the age of Facebook it's not such a big deal anymore. He posted about 30 pictures of us on his page (which also show up on mine). So here ya go.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SvzBJdgX64I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ko9gpqqR5CM/s1600-h/N%26N1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406021221149570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SvzBJdgX64I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ko9gpqqR5CM/s320/N%26N1.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SvzBFWeLenI/AAAAAAAAAnc/YqSPb0zGnJ8/s1600-h/N%26N.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403405950613420658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SvzBFWeLenI/AAAAAAAAAnc/YqSPb0zGnJ8/s320/N%26N.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I have a little faith in this dude for some reason, so i'm going to start showing it.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-994901331377574822009-11-05T23:18:00.003-05:002009-11-05T23:39:58.623-05:00Update-11/5/091. I'm dating someone new that I actually think likes me as much, if now more than I like him. Hmmm, i'll call him HR. HR and I met on the cruise that I went on last month. We were leaving the ship and he asked me for a pen to fill out his customs form. Our eyes met and I felt something, but I wasn't sure. Well, he found me on Facebook and it's been good from there.<br /><br />2. I got a ticket on Monday. I was on a one way street in the far right lane and needed to make a left turn. The lane I was in was an option lane to either turn left or go straight. The car next to me was in the lane to turn left only. When the light turned, th driver kept straight. To keep from hitting her, I had to keep straight also. The problem was that this was an HOV onramp. Wouldn't you know it that there were 2 police officers waiting around the corner. She had a passenger, so she didn't get stopped. I was riding solo and I got a ticket. But surprisingly, I didn't get upset. I just pressed on to where I had to go. No point in gettin upset.<br /><br />3. I'm a lot happier than I was just a month ago. I don't know what it was, but after the cruise, I felt rejuvenated and just plain happy. I guess I realized again that being happy is a choice and state of mind. I decided to stop worrying about things that I can't control and change the things that need to be changed.<br /><br />4. I've been off my diet and exercise plan for the last month and it's showing. When i'm working, I eat 3 large meals and rarely exercise. As long as i'm off, I eat well because I can go to the grocery store and choose my meals. That's a lot more difficult on the road traveling. But I think I may be off for about 3.5 weeks starting tomorrow, so it's back to the diet. <br /><br />5. Since I can't play tennis during the colder months, i'm going to buy me a raquetball raquet and some raquetballs and play at my complex. I didn't even know that we had a raquetball court!! But i'm going to use this as my exercise for the time being. I actually took a class back in college, so I still know the rules. <br /><br />6. I'm getting the finances in order like I said that I would. It's easy not to spend money when you pay all of your bills first. At that point there is less to money to waste. My next goal is to tackle my credit report and see what needs to be cleaned up there. The goal after that is to contribute more to my savings account. <br /><br />7. I started volunteering with the American Cancer Society last week. Since it's Michelle Obamas initiative to increase volunteerism, I figured that I might as well do my part. The fact that I have plenty of days off with nothing to do helps also. I'm enjoying the experience thus far and hope to continue.<br /><br />8. I've decided to discontinue looking for another job and work on improving what I have in the job that I have. I know that there aren't any promotions or raises coming, but I want to be too valuable to let go in case of any layoffs. <br /><br />9. I've finally gotten over my distaste of taking pictures. I swear that there is always something off about me when I take pictures. Either my hair is nappy looking, my nose grows, i'm 3 shades darker or lighter or just something. Now, I just put on my best smile and take the picture!!! I'm loving what i've seen so far.<br /><br />10. I haven't been blogging a lot because there hasn't been much on my mind. I read a lot of my older blogs post and saw that most of them were all about my sorrows and woes. Well since i'm a lot happier with life, there isn't as much to blog about. But I think i'll start to blog about my everyday experiences.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-83619282504297655252009-10-18T14:43:00.005-05:002009-10-18T23:36:41.188-05:00On Thursday October 8, 2009...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sttzi30Qq1I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DiEnoAPv2f0/s1600-h/Freeport+Sign.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394032021642193746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sttzi30Qq1I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DiEnoAPv2f0/s320/Freeport+Sign.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sttze0LFHPI/AAAAAAAAAmc/zmCvuJl0zPQ/s1600-h/Cabbage+Beach.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394031951944686834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sttze0LFHPI/AAAAAAAAAmc/zmCvuJl0zPQ/s320/Cabbage+Beach.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SttzWy4FXgI/AAAAAAAAAmU/jXn7ZKqqDHs/s1600-h/Cabbage+Beach1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394031814157622786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SttzWy4FXgI/AAAAAAAAAmU/jXn7ZKqqDHs/s320/Cabbage+Beach1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>...I embarked upon the Carnival Cruise ship with the <a href="http://sailsation.com/">Sailsation</a> group!! Since February of this year, I had been waiting for that day and I was ready. I cannot begin to tell you the amount of fun that I had. I really can't, but know that I had the time of my life.<br /><br />Now of the 2050 passengers on the ship, our group was only 120 of the capacity, but you can best believe that the SGL Black man and women of <a href="http://sailsation.com/">Sailsation</a> made their presence known. We weren't being extra or anything like that. What we were doing is being ourselves. I was kinda put off at first by the stares that we got from the "others", but then I realized that they weren't there for us and we weren't there for them. We were there to have fun!! And that's what we did. We even had our very own comedian in the form of Comedian PT!!!!!<br /><br />It was honestly so refreshing to see people who didn't know each other to come together and interact like we had known each other for years. I met so many people that I hope to continue to get to know. I didn't see any shade being thrown. I didn't see any competitions to see who was the better this or that. I didn't see any of the activities that people stereotype upon Black SGL people. All I saw was people having fun. And that was enough for me.</div><br /><div>We boarded in Jacksonville FL, sailed to Freeport and Nassau, Bahamas, and then back to Jacksonville. </div><br /><div>I'm not sure if they are sailing again next year, but just like someone told me about this trip, i'm telling you all!!!!</div><br /><div>Here are some more <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2039354&id=1249954725&l=9a619294a2">pictures.</a></div><div></div><div>Enjoy!!</div></div></div>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-47284069577848207632009-10-13T16:46:00.005-05:002009-10-13T17:27:24.261-05:00I Read This Editorial, But...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/StT18ePvlqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/9QiUj-v6dFE/s1600-h/GM10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392205073129379490" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/StT18ePvlqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/9QiUj-v6dFE/s320/GM10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...I'm not sure how I feel about it. But here it is. Let me know how you feel about it. </div><div></div><div></div><div><em>A Non-Pessimistic View On Why the Majority of SGL\Black Gay Men of Color Will Grow Old Alone</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em>An editorial by Cleon T. Day, III</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>Some of you might think that the first part of the title doesn’t match up with the latter part. How can stating “the majority of SGL/Black Gay Men of Color will grow old alone” be a non pessimistic view. Well for one thing in the closer picture in your life with the exception of a few can you count the number of people you personally know who are in a long-term relationship on two hands. The facts within your own circle is evidence of the majority of SGL/Black Gay Men of Color being alone.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>Many of you can give “good reasons” why you are alone. Some of you will say that it’s your choice but I believe it’s not your choice as it is the climate not being right, quality relationship- oriented men being available or accessible. I believe if you move in the same circles you been in for several or many years you will continue to experience men in the same circles you move in, the ones you don't want. Then there are those men who are tired of the games and the past headaches of the last or past relationships and are forced by the lack of available or accessible of SGL/Black Gay Men of Color looking for a long-term relationship so you resign yourself from the whole thing of going out and looking a partner.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>At some point SGL/Black Gay Men of Color who have only dated within their race will date outside of their culture to find not perfection but “a good man”. For some odd reason there’s a notion that Caucasian men are good candidates for long-term relationship, a belief that there’s more stability, a partnership where there’s personal and material growth. Also Black Gay Men of Color are looking for respect something they aren’t getting too much of from their own brothas. On the other hand a conscious Same-gender Loving man would never consider dating descendants of former slave owners.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>I postulate that there are more single relationship- oriented Same Gender Loving/Black Gay Men of Color available than there are not. However what I do say is although they’re available they’re not as easily accessible to us the majority of us. I believe most of these men are for the most part undetectable or as we say in gay terms "unclockable" . Some of these men are closeted and discreet while other unclockable men don’t define themselves as being out but just low-keyed and have no problems in going out with a brotha on a Friday or Saturday night where other heterosexual couples are going to be. However they don't see themselves standing out as a sore thumb but two male men out to catch a movies as any straight brothas and yet they're not measuring themselves against what "they" so.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>So here are the facts as I see them;</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>1. Many of the men we tend to run into in the circles we continue to run in are not honestly looking for a relationship but if it happens it happens, in the meantime it’s about getting some dick or booty or both.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>2. There are perhaps SGL/Gay Men of Color in every profession and income level that you can think of with the exception of President or Vice President of the United States.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>3. Most of these SGL/Gay Men of Color are single and are not in the clubs or on the adult male sites looking for a long-term relationship.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>4. Many long-term relationship- oriented SGL/Black Gay Men of Color are discreet, low key and go about their daily routine of going to work everyday and living for the weekend.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>5. Many of these men will meet men from time to time whether it’s at the gym, at work or by chance in a grocery store. It might start off as a sexual encounter but because they are relationship- oriented it might turn into something more.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>I believe if we continue to move in the same circles of meeting guys who aren't who we want or stay to ourselves undetected, relationship- oriented SGL/Black Gay Men of Color will continue to be by themselves and grown old alone. </em></div><div><em></em></div><div> </div><div>I was good with his article until he gave his "facts" as he sees them. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>1. Many of the people in circles I see do want relationships. They just don't want relationships with each other.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>2. What was the point of that? <span style="font-size:130%;">I</span> don't think that people really care that much about income. I know I don't. As long as you can take care of yourself, i'm good.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>3. Well, where are they? The reason that people feel comfortable with clubs and chat sites is because they know that the men are same-sex attracted. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>4. How does he know this? And what does he mean by discreet and low-key? <div> </div></div><div>5. Again, how does he know this?</div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div> </div><div>What do you all think?</div>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-17145650457455117652009-09-30T10:19:00.001-05:002009-10-04T22:21:32.483-05:00I Have No Faith......in people when it comes to spiritual beliefs and I believe that I have explained why in at least one post or <a href="http://gettingmyselftogether.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-against-my-convictions.html">another</a>. This was a thread on facebook that a "friend" of mine posted. The comments, although intended to be comical, just made my eyes bug out. Why are people so critical of other people's beliefs?<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">GK: asks what do you say to an atheist after they sneeze?? Anyone?? lol<br /></span><br /><a onclick="'ft(" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1291136834&v=feed&story_fbid=132019819309&ref=mf"><span style="color:#000099;">Yesterday at 4:48pm</span></a><span style="color:#000099;"> · Comment · </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_T_PR_S" title="LaTanja Carroll" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1227372789&ref=mf"></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">LC: Kazuntite!! Lol Idk<br />Yesterday at 4:50pm<br /></span><a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_T_PR_S" title="Grayland King Jr." href="http://www.facebook.com/pinkyy22?ref=mf"></a><br /><a class="comment_author" href="http://www.facebook.com/pinkyy22?ref=mf"><span style="color:#000099;">GK:</span></a><span style="color:#000099;"> lmao! thats a good one<br />Yesterday at 4:51pm<br /></span><a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_T_PR_S" title="Nicki Proctor" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1028958008&ref=mf"></a><br /><a class="comment_author" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1028958008&ref=mf"><span style="color:#000099;">NP</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">: Hope u didn't get any on you<br />Yesterday at 5:15pm<br /></span><a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_T_PR_S" title="Amber J. Johnson" href="http://www.facebook.com/ambij?ref=mf"></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">AJJ : "You're f#cked!" Lol sike just playing...I don't know good question.<br />Yesterday at 5:17pm<br /></span><a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_T_PR_S" title="Norris B. Lee" href="http://www.facebook.com/nlt624?ref=mf"></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Norris: You don't say anything and respect their beliefs. That's what I do.<br />Yesterday at 5:30pm · </span><a title="Click here to remove this comment" onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog("><span style="color:#000099;">Delete</span></a><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span><a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_T_PR_S" title="Tara Upchurch" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1042832057&ref=mf"></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">TU: Jesus loves you! LOL!<br />Yesterday at 5:31pm<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">GK: When u die nothin happens???<br />Yesterday at 5:45pm<br /></span><a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_T_PR_S" title="Chris Martin" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1308187372&ref=mf"></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">CM: Go to hell?? lol They'd probably love that.<br />Yesterday at 5:58pm<br /></span><a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_T_PR_S" title="Norris B. Lee" href="http://www.facebook.com/nlt624?ref=mf"></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Norris: Wow!! I can't even joke on this one because of the negative judgements about other people's beliefs. And people wonder why I stopped going to church. Why can't people just respect what other people believe?<br />Yesterday at 6:55pm · </span><a title="Click here to remove this comment" onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog("><span style="color:#000099;">Delete</span></a><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span><a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_T_PR_S" title="Naresh Johnson" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1411063706&ref=mf"></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">NJ: Welp I think Norris just shut this topic all the way down. NEXT! Lmao<br />55 minutes ago</span><br /><br /><br />I just didn't think that this was funny. If someone had made fun of Christianity, Islam, or Judiasm, I don't think there would have been any LOLs in the comments.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-17761494322923717512009-09-18T17:41:00.003-05:002009-09-18T17:54:43.879-05:00I'm Going To Get......myself together for real. I've sat around and just existed for years and years with little progression. I'm nowhere near happy with myself, where I am, how I feel, what I look like, what my career is. I don't think i'm really happy about much these days. But all of that has to change. It has to. I just can't take this anymore. <br /><br />So Norris has to:<br /><br />Stop defending old excuses and start developing a new attitude. I had an "AHA" moment today when I almost didn't hang out with a friend. I actually tried to come up with an excuse as to why I shouldn't go. But I went. <br /><br />Stop being a slave to my own negative aspects. They pop up when I don't want them to. They have got to go!! I have to stop thinking the worst or that nothing good can happen to me. <br /><br />Learn to like me. Oh, I love myself, but I don't think that I like myself and constantly want to change aspects of myself.<br /><br />Get off of my ass and get these finances in order. I know that I need a budget, but i've made excuses as to why I shouldn't make one. It's coming, but I think I need to find a financial counselor. I honestly can't do this on my own. I've even thought about filing bankruptcy even though I know I don't have to.<br /><br />Everything here has something to do with my attitude and I have to find a way to get change that. The problem is that sometimes I don't think that I am doing anything wrong. I don't realize that it's wrong until after. Gotta change that.<br /><br />I have to change a lot of things. And i'm starting today.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-53032090216016636282009-09-17T14:43:00.004-05:002009-09-17T14:49:40.127-05:00There Had Come A Point......in dating where I actually thought that there was something wrong with me. I've been reflecting on my dating experiences for the last week and I actually thought it must be something that I have been doing wrong.<br /><br />Then I got real and realized that there is nothing WRONG with me. I've been doing the one thing that I know how to do and that is to be myself. I'm not going to blame myself for my dating issues. I'm just going to deal with them.<br /><br />The only problem is that I haven't found someone that suits me and vice versa. I'll live with that thought until that person comes along.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-90582984685414911942009-09-10T16:38:00.007-05:002009-09-10T16:49:13.250-05:00I Feel A Lot......better today. The last 2 days have not been good for me or my spirit. So I got up this morning and played tennis for 3 hours. When I got on the court, I was still sluggish and feeling blah. But as I played, I felt better and better. I took my mind off of finances, men, obligations, life decisions, family issues, job, and everything else and I just played. I feel so much better.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sqlyy1ua-RI/AAAAAAAAAmE/e6o9sNIivTE/s1600-h/IMAGE_275.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379957447611578642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sqlyy1ua-RI/AAAAAAAAAmE/e6o9sNIivTE/s320/IMAGE_275.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sqlys14rWnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xnpaeoHVWYc/s1600-h/IMAGE_274.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379957344575380082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sqlys14rWnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xnpaeoHVWYc/s320/IMAGE_274.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div>The only problem with playing tennis so much is that my face is now much darker than the rest of my body. I may have to start playing naked!LOL<br /></div><div></div>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-49106375630634428172009-09-09T22:29:00.003-05:002009-09-09T22:38:00.332-05:00I'm Not In...<a href="http://www.vision.org/visionmedia/uploadedImages/Home/Articles/Social_Issues/Articles/Depression.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 471px" alt="" src="http://www.vision.org/visionmedia/uploadedImages/Home/Articles/Social_Issues/Articles/Depression.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...the highest of spirits this week, so anything I post will be depressing as hell. It's just a host of issues that have me down. Right now I don't want to think about "how good I have it" or that "other people have it worse". </div><div> </div><div>I am allowed to feel what I feel when I feel it. And right now I just feel depressed. I'm sure it will pass just like it always does.</div>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-24702249185747503162009-09-09T14:22:00.004-05:002009-09-09T14:44:03.209-05:00I Refuse To Allow......anyone to make me feel like what I do makes me a bad person.<br /><br />I refuse to allow anyone to make me feel bad about myself.<br /><br />I refuse to allow anyone to use me for their gain.<br /><br />I refuse to allow anyone to mistake my generousity for weakness.<br /><br />I just had enough. I really have. After 13 years of dating and relationships, i've come up with nothing. I'm absolutely tired of it. I just can't deal with the requirements, stipulations, non-compromising situations, disrespect, deception, and just plain stupidity. I'm just tired of it.<br /><br />I can't change the type of person that I am, but what I will do is change the type of person I choose to date. After thinking about it i've come to the conclusion that my biggest issue with dating is overlooking and forgiving issues that I have with people. I try to be realistic and understand that people aren't perfect and that they will make mistakes. But as strong as I think I am, i'm actually pretty weak when it comes to dating. Family and friends know that i'm strong and aggressive, but when it comes to dating, i'm weak as hell.<br /><br />I actually have noticed that the older i"ve gotten, the weaker I have gotten. My thinking is that i'm getting that "get a man before I get too old" feeling. I can't think that way. I just can't. I've got to change my mindset and know that I don't HAVE to romantically have someone in my life to complete me. I've got to learn to enjoy me.<br /><br />Well after those 13 years, i've come to realize that I have to change my tactics. How i'm going to do that, i'm not sure, but something has to give. So first thing Monday morning...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTVz-X4hSbI&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTVz-X4hSbI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-29198011902312262662009-09-01T20:41:00.002-05:002009-09-01T20:44:30.079-05:00Repost: 7/19/05 Free, Single, and Disengaged<span style="color:#3333ff;">Since i'm feeling like i'm in this situation again, I feel as though this post needs to be seen again!!<br /></span>It was originally posted on 7/19/05!!!<br /><br /><br />I want to introduce you all to FSD. Free, Single, and Disingaged. I don't have to call anyone. Dont have to wonder about where he is. Dont have to wonder about about what he is doing. Dont have to wonder about who he is with. I ain't got to think about anybody but me. But there is a difference in those three words.<br /><br />Free-I may be dating someone but there are not expectations on the part of either party. I don't have to call you. I can go out with other people if I choose. I can have sex with anyone willing to do it with me. We can basically use each other to occupy time by going out on dates with each other.<br /><br />Single-I may be seeing someone. We may have been seeing each other for a year or two. But, there is no commitment on either part. We may acknowledge that we are a couple, but there still has not been a commitment. We have totally separate lives. We don't share finances. We don't consult each other on life decisions. We don't know the other person's family.<br /><br />Disengaged-I am not seeing anyone. I am not dating anyone. I ain't trying to be bothered because I am S.A.L.I. Single and Loving It. But notice that I didn't say anything about sexing somebody. A man has to get what he needs.<br /><br />But I do have a confession. I'm single, and free, but not disengaged. I am dating someone. The same person that was the subject of "The Wonderful Letter X" post. I decided to give him another chance. "Why did you do that" some may ask. It's simple. I like him and do see potential in him. And he has agreed to get a mobile phone.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-15945877525014982552009-08-26T17:18:00.003-05:002009-08-26T17:21:43.307-05:00I've Been To...38 U.S. states<br /><br /><img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?cht=t&chs=440x220&chtm=usa&chf=bg,s,336699&chco=d0d0d0,cc0000&chd=s:99999999999999999999999999999999999999&chld=ALAKAZCACOCTFLGAHIILINIAKYLAMDMAMNMSMONVNHNJNMNYNCNDOHOKPARISCTNTXUTVTVAWAWI" width="440" height="220" ><br/>visited 38 states (76%)<br/><a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visited?region=usa">Create your own visited map of The United States</a> or <a href="/projects/archean">Like this? try: Archean</a><br /><br />and 7 countries (they include Puerto Rico for 8, but I don't.)<br /><br /><img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?cht=t&chs=440x220&chtm=world&chf=bg,s,336699&chco=d0d0d0,cc0000&chd=s:99999999&chld=BSBBCACRVEPEPRUS" width="440" height="220" ><br/>visited 8 states (3.55%)<br/><a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visited?region=world">Create your own visited map of The World</a> or <a href="http://www.tonjafabritz.com/nederlands">vertaling nederlands duits?</a>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-6295275571615737712009-08-19T22:13:00.005-05:002009-08-19T22:41:02.184-05:00For As Long As...<div> ...I can remember, I have always had high blood pressure and have worried about my weight. I remember 11 years ago when I was in college and a nurse took my blood pressure and screamed "how can you be only 19 years old and have blood pressure this high"!!!!!!!! I think that it actually read something like 170/95 that day. I was immediately send to a physician and have been on medication every since then. The problem with medication is that your body becomes immune to it and it stops working. So for about 2 years, you can have normal blood pressure and then it shoots back up. That's what's been happening for the last few years.<br /><br /><div><div>As far as my weight is concerned, i've never been overweight. I've just always watched it go up and down. Since college I have been as low as 165lbs and as high at 210lbs. When looking at myself in the mirror, I have always looked the same. But back in May of 2005 when I moved back to Atlanta, I weighed 210lbs. That day I joined a gym and went faithfully every day. Four months later I was back to 170lbs and was quite content. But that didn't last long and I was back to my old self not exercising consistently and definitely not eating healthy. On June 25th of this year I got on a scale and it said I was 207lbs!!! Oh hell no!!!</div><br /><div>I went back to my room and took my blood pressure and it was 157/93. I took a look at myself in the mirror and even took pictures (hell no! I will not post them) of by body. I almost cried to think that I was back over 200lbs and I could have a stroke any day if my blood pressure didn't come down. </div><br /><div>Well, I decided to actually change some things about my lifestyle. I could no longer sit on the sofa every day, eat and watch TV. I would eventually get fat as hell and die of a stroke or a heart attack. I could no longer eat high fat, high sodium, high calorie foods. The first thing that I did was change what and how I ate. I took a cue from 2 of my co-workers and cut out all beef and pork. I added a lot more vegetables, fruit juice, and water. It was no where near easy, but i've done it. Now I will have a lil beef every now and then, but no more than once every 14 days. When i'm not traveling, breakfast is a bowl of Cheerios. Lunch is usually some type of fish or chicken dish and a whole heap of vegetables. </div><br /><div>The second thing that I did was to get off my ass and start moving. I am not a gym person, so I found something else to do. Since I had been learning to play tennis, I decided to ramp up my game so that I could get more cardiovascular exercise. Luckily, i've not been traveling for the last month so I have been able to play 4 to 5 times a week for 2 hours at a time. I've told myself that when I do travel I WILL make time to go to the fitness center in the hotels if only for 30 minutes.</div><br /><div>Well, the results are in people!! After 45 days of my new lifestyle, I can say that I am proud to make this post. Both my weight and blood pressure are down!!!</div><div> </div><div>My blood pressure is down past the goal that my doctor set of 135/85!!!!!</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SozDwvZmdXI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ya5sy5zC0YE/s1600-h/Blood+Pressure.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371883697671140722" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SozDwvZmdXI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ya5sy5zC0YE/s320/Blood+Pressure.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SozD1gLTceI/AAAAAAAAAls/eZa_KgNaVwY/s1600-h/Blood+Pressure1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371883779483988450" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SozD1gLTceI/AAAAAAAAAls/eZa_KgNaVwY/s320/Blood+Pressure1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And my weight is down 14.5lbs (7%).<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SozD5lrF8EI/AAAAAAAAAl0/kHKg_9Oo54Q/s1600-h/Weight+Aug+19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371883849678975042" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SozD5lrF8EI/AAAAAAAAAl0/kHKg_9Oo54Q/s320/Weight+Aug+19.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Since i've achieved that blood pressure goal I now have to maintanin it. So i'll be taking my pressure monitor everywhere I go.</div><div> </div><div>As far as my weight, I want to get down to 180lbs and i'll be happy. </div><div> </div><div>Ya'll don't know how happy I am right now.</div><div> </div><div>Next step is to get these finances in a better place. </div></div></div>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-79889280424090922192009-08-15T21:10:00.001-05:002009-08-15T23:31:01.099-05:00Have You Ever Seen......a man so sexy that you wanted to cry??? <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeITGiwWrI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QxeUXSg09og/s1600-h/Ball+Player.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370410942417885874" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeITGiwWrI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QxeUXSg09og/s320/Ball+Player.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJtd0un3I/AAAAAAAAAlY/7-rQBq2xGqw/s1600-h/YUSUF4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370412494855511922" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJtd0un3I/AAAAAAAAAlY/7-rQBq2xGqw/s320/YUSUF4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJn9MWKeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lUsA1UM-SWs/s1600-h/Wow!!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370412400196856290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJn9MWKeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lUsA1UM-SWs/s320/Wow!!.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJhg8vD-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/1_UEj9zXcFU/s1600-h/Tiki+Bar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370412289535971298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJhg8vD-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/1_UEj9zXcFU/s320/Tiki+Bar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJcJ65pxI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3vUj7LE431U/s1600-h/Tight+White+Tee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370412197454915346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJcJ65pxI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3vUj7LE431U/s320/Tight+White+Tee.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJVjWxfnI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9_61lIWXkSg/s1600-h/thickness.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370412084023623282" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJVjWxfnI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9_61lIWXkSg/s320/thickness.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJRVDSmlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/A12RINHjvXc/s1600-h/That+Smile!!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370412011464333906" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJRVDSmlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/A12RINHjvXc/s320/That+Smile!!.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJKlyLLMI/AAAAAAAAAko/OIVWRw-uFdk/s1600-h/Que.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370411895696862402" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJKlyLLMI/AAAAAAAAAko/OIVWRw-uFdk/s320/Que.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJDMGrl0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/V8x-3mPDLQ4/s1600-h/Lips.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370411768544466754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeJDMGrl0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/V8x-3mPDLQ4/s320/Lips.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeI9b1x_-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/du06iZaCf5w/s1600-h/k_MG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370411669689335778" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeI9b1x_-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/du06iZaCf5w/s320/k_MG.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeI2oYicMI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tHYLXuwrvtI/s1600-h/He"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370411552797257922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeI2oYicMI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tHYLXuwrvtI/s320/He%27s+Got+Eyes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIoR13tbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/8hptySsArQw/s1600-h/Hat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370411306228102578" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIoR13tbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/8hptySsArQw/s320/Hat.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIjHKXJkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_11jIjVmkWo/s1600-h/Eyes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370411217461913154" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIjHKXJkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_11jIjVmkWo/s320/Eyes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeId-iCVaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/aMf8zK89YP4/s1600-h/Chocolate2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370411129245947298" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeId-iCVaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/aMf8zK89YP4/s320/Chocolate2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIYPpzQGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/g1CprtwfGYQ/s1600-h/Big+Deal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370411030762700898" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIYPpzQGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/g1CprtwfGYQ/s320/Big+Deal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIOzIRJQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/hc5UCidz9jg/s1600-h/Bacardi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370410868487038210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIOzIRJQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/hc5UCidz9jg/s320/Bacardi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIJ_YakdI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eNNMsAbk3Lk/s1600-h/At+The+Beach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370410785876644306" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoeIJ_YakdI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eNNMsAbk3Lk/s320/At+The+Beach.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SX-WrKsusoI/AAAAAAAAAag/dS1XrGw2TgU/s1600-h/dreds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296117355161498242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SX-WrKsusoI/AAAAAAAAAag/dS1XrGw2TgU/s320/dreds.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SX-VwF4UrpI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lhJ2lERPxHs/s1600-h/123687_m_FFE2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296116340255665810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SX-VwF4UrpI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lhJ2lERPxHs/s320/123687_m_FFE2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-68652440459416591792009-08-15T09:18:00.000-05:002009-08-15T10:32:04.782-05:00I've Been Playing......tennis for about 2 years. I play mainly for the exercise, but for the last few months i've actually been trying to get better and I have. My basic moves such as serve, forehand, and backhand have gotten exponentially better.<br /><br />I've been going to a park located near my apartment because it's convenient and there are 3 courts there. But today, I realized another reason why I go to that park. And here it is!!!<br /><div><div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">The boys on the basketball court!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div>When this shirtless dude snatched off his shirt stripper style, I dropped my raquet!!!!</div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoN4yFSVSzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NXdVCtow7QE/s1600-h/Cat+Hair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267982563625778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoN4yFSVSzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NXdVCtow7QE/s320/Cat+Hair.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div>And we actually do play tennis as well!!!! (And don't ask why I wasn't in the pictures!! I was taking them!!!!)<br /></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoRgLsOhlmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/3to5i6MZRf0/s1600-h/Tennis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369522409699382882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoRgLsOhlmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/3to5i6MZRf0/s320/Tennis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoRgDyyxZTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TwejQF7cKVc/s1600-h/Tennis2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369522274023073074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoRgDyyxZTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TwejQF7cKVc/s320/Tennis2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoRf_5G78rI/AAAAAAAAAi4/HbQvA9hqrN0/s1600-h/Tennis1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369522206998786738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoRf_5G78rI/AAAAAAAAAi4/HbQvA9hqrN0/s320/Tennis1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-55593698073865330352009-08-14T14:55:00.003-05:002009-08-14T15:14:00.698-05:00I'm Getting Tired Of......going out to clubs, parties, and other events. I've been feeling this way for a while and have been wondering why this change is occuring. I noticed last year that when my friends would want to go out, I started declining and would just stay at home. But when it was just an event that involved only my crew, I was all for it. In the last few weeks, i've figured out why I have become the way I have become.<br /><br />Back in the early part of this decade, I would go out and people would be out to have fun. They danced and sang and partied until the club closed. That just doesn't happen anymore. It seems that people go out to social places just to be seen. They go to do what I call S&M, or Stand and Model. They stand around with their friends and associates with drinks in hand and try to see who's looking at them. <br /><br />And don't dare speak!! Oh my!!! You get the "who are you to speak to me" look with a grab of the chest!! Why the hell are you going out if you don't want to interact with the other patrons of the social environment? I just don't get it. I remember once I spoke to a brotha and complimented him on his jeans because they were quite unique. This muthafucka turned his nose up at me and then turned his back to me. At first, I was going to let him HAVE IT!! But what would that do? Absolutely nothing but run up my blood pressure. So I just walked away.<br /><br />Last week, I attended a BBQ hosted by a guy that I know. We got there pretty early so we were able to see who all was coming in. Me being the person that I am, when I walked in the door, I spoke to those already in attendance. I noticed that as people came in, they didn't speak to others that were already there. Why the hell not? As the crowd grew, people started retreating to their corners with their friends with drinks and food in hand. After a while (and a few drinks), I got kinda tired of what I was seeing. I recruited 2 of my friends to go with me to speak to and introduce ourselves to EVERY person at the BBQ!!! And we did!!!! You should have seen the looks on faces!!! People were utterly shocked that we would do such a thing!! How dare you have the audacity to speak to people and introduces yourselves. Oh no they didn't!!! Oh yes the hell we did!!<br /><br />I think that's one of the reasons why i've cut waaaayyyy back on my going out. I didn't go to the annual white party this year. I only go out to a club maybe 1 time a month. I don't do parties that often anymore. What I do is hang with my crew a lot more. Instead of trying to meet new people, i'll concentrate on improving the relationships that I have now. I don't need to go out to do that.That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-78654772488613527482009-08-10T14:06:00.000-05:002009-08-10T13:12:53.608-05:00I Made These......all by myself!!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sn3284dNbwI/AAAAAAAAAig/Lj9ZP-d6jEs/s1600-h/Mirror.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367717856702983938" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/Sn3284dNbwI/AAAAAAAAAig/Lj9ZP-d6jEs/s320/Mirror.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoBhWPBwPSI/AAAAAAAAAio/FDYv9Lu_9qc/s1600-h/Shelf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368397790444535074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeZDtbpcTXM/SoBhWPBwPSI/AAAAAAAAAio/FDYv9Lu_9qc/s320/Shelf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />These 2 pieces made up the wooden headboard from my old bed. The bed broke when I decided to jump my ass on it one day while this dude I was dating was laying on it and the entire bed HIT THE FLOOR. After getting a new bed that day, I just couldn't part with the headboard. So I took the 2 pieces apart and stored them in the garage for the next year. I knew I had to do something with the with them.<br /><br /><br />Well last week, I got bored and decided to to a little decorating. I went to Home Depot and got 2 cans of spray paint and some painter's tape. I taped off the sections I wanted to paint and got to work. Let me tell you that spray painting is not as easy as it one would think.<br /><br />I then went to a dollar store and bought a simple black rimmed $6 mirror and used wood glue to secure it against the former headboard. I mounted the shelf on the wall and put the items you see pictured on it.<br /><br />After all was said and done, everyone who saw the mirror and shelf thought that I had purchased them from Ikea or somewhere!! Nope!! I am proud to say that I made these myself!!!!<br /><br />Now I have HGTV fever and am wondering what to do next!!!That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505243.post-52081515996389259942009-08-09T14:15:00.001-05:002009-08-09T14:16:07.466-05:00Tuts Me Barreh!!!Please watch this and please check out 2:29 when he hits his first "HIGH" note!!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>That Dude Right Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945947593109685871noreply@blogger.com5