Enthralled, yet undecided about down-south livin'..........

If you know me well enough, chances are, you've heard me gripe about living in Cincinnati.

Don't get me wrong. It's a great place if you like 6-7 months of winter, or one freezing day and a steaming hot day the next, conservatives run amuck, there are no available single men, it's boring, folks are stuck up for no reason, mean, rude, attitudes, ghetto, okay, I guess I'll stop there.

I'm sure there are places just as bad as Cincinnati, or worse down south: but I'm willing to take the time to find out. I am ready to move down south. Something about all of it entices me. I don't know what I like more, the delicious-mouth watering food, the laid-back atmosphere, the men and their lazy, yet exciting (me) accents........it's just all so wonderful. Yeah, I know, the last time I literally lived down south when I was a small child. But I've visited enough to have a pretty good feeling about it. All I know is that they're not giving you the evil eye for just existing in Florida and Tennessee like they do here in the Nati. And I know they're not breaking out the really heavy coats until January, if they have to break them out at all.

I know, I know, not everything about the south is wonderful. For some reason, for a while now, I've been curious about Houston. Everything about it seems like it would be so much more wonderful than Cincinnati. The worst complaints that I've heard so far is that the sun is hotter than hell itself and that everything's spread out. Two minor annoyances that I can easily tolerate for a change of scenery that I've been subjected to for the past two decades. I know perhaps two people in the entire city. Yet, I'm ready to venture into a city over 7 million people because 1) I'm surely to find a job and a place to live and 2) much more easily than I have in the Nati, a good down south toothpick-sporting, horse-riding type of guy.

And yeah, I know, some of those southerners are playboys. Just like guys in Cincinnati and everywhere, we'll have those few who are incapable of keeping it in their pants. My girl and I joked about how southern guys are just as doggish as northern guys, they're just  But there was something I noticed on my first ever trip to Memphis that I have YET to see in Cincinnati.....the love that the black couples seemed to have for one another. Everywhere you looked, was a man with his arm around a woman or holding her hand. It struck me an unbelivable, yet nice sight. Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is a rarely seen sight in Cincinnati, where all the couples are PDA incapable. And the guys down south are so attentive. So attractive. So sexy. Those southern twangs/accents sends my mind into the gutter.

Even the women are much nicer. Not looking at you like they stole your bike, in Cincinnati. But then again, I'm not looking at them.

For the record, I have nothing against gay people. However, this is one of many reasons why I cannot do Atlanta. I can't move to a place that has such a huge population of men pretending to be straight when they really want to date and sleep with the boy next door. Plus, add that celebrity element to the town: I'm not a snooty snob like that.

I like Memphis too: however, people are always trying to tell me how horrible the crime is and how ghetto the people are. Apparently, they have never been through Cincinnati's rougher parts. Every city has its good and bad parts.

Nashville: nice as well. Only, I've only been through in passing a couple of times, I need to explore it more like I need to explore Houston.

Florida: ehhh.......too many creatures. Flying roaches was all I needed to hear about. I know there's snakes. And lizards. And alligators. And I know I can't afford Miami......

North Carolina....ehhhh......they get snowed on too. I love my parents' home state, the place of all of our origination, but I need something just a smidge more exciting :) I must admit there's a whole lot of the state I haven't seen outside of the western mountains.

South Carolina: for some reason, it seems like it may be kind of boring, then again, I cannot judge since I've never been there.

Alabama-Mississippi-Arkansas: I just don't know. I've been in all three states very briefly, but not enough to know why I'd want to move there.

To be continued........:)

Chase you? I'm the star here......

It's funny how guys these days aren't only chivalrous, but unlike the laws of nature suggest they do as they have done forever, they do not like to pursue, but be pursued.

Ugh! Don't you know who I am?????

I am Charmin. I am an exquisite piece of work. I'm different as well as special. A man should be so lucky to snag a fine catch like me. My mindset goes much further than hair, nails, and clothes. I don't have any babydaddies to worry you with. Not that I think I'm better because of that. I know I'm better because of that. I have saved my uterus especially for the manufacturing of the child of the man who loves me. No, I do not have a college education/degree, but I make up for that void in so many ways. I work hard everyday and make my own way in this world. I'm not some defenseless dependent lazy woman with my hand held out for the come up. My parents raised me to be a considered young lady with manners. I am affectionate, sweet loving, caring, and just the best person to be around. When I see myself smile in the mirror, I feel shivers course through my body because I am just that wonderful.

So, for any man, anywhere who thinks I'm going to chase HIM, dream on. Hold your breath. Count to a million. I will not call you. You're calling me, if you're interested. And if you're not calling me, call some chick who thinks you're special. Because I apparently do not. What do you think I look like, calling you in hopes that you'll like me or pay attention to me? That shit's tired and old. Especially when I'm not getting the same attention in return. You could be fine on the outside, but rotten like year-old trash on the inside. Your money doesn't move me either, like some of these emptyheaded golddigers out here.

That said, I am never to be the chaser, but the chased, by the worthy and only the worthy.

May the best man win.