rant: why are all the pretty girls single??

So, I'm sitting here bored clicking through pages and profiles on twitter and facebook and such and I am seeing the most absurd epidemic and it's really starting to piss me off, especially upon my more recent single-dom (its a word today)...but I can't figure out how and why is it that all these unattractive girls have men...much less are in happy relationships and pregnant and shit (I mentioned that because my mind doesn't get how descent guys stick their naked weenie in Precious or Katt Stacks lookin chics, sorry.) Now I do know that their boos/roomates/boyfriends/baby daddy's/fiancels/husbands or whatever titles they go by are still tryina holla at me and other girls of the attractive sort, but that's not my point...the fact is that these things have somebody and it's the pretty girls that don't. (Hell even Halle can't keep her a man...)

I don't know if it's the intimidation factor of pretty girls or solely the lack of confidence of the dudes who don't even realize that they could actually have a chance with us, either way it continually baffles me that we're usually the one's having our own, handlin shit, screamin' independent woman. The thing that may bother me even more is every time I tell someone I'm single they either don't believe me, or tell me that I'm too cute to not have a man and that if he was my man blah blah blah blah blahhhhhh. Obviously I'm not impressed at "what you would do if you were my man" cuz some of the suckers I've dated were lucky enough to get their start with the same exact phrase but I LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES so... (i also hate "you're too cute to be lookin mad" "you're pretty to be so mean" and "smile it's not that bad" if only you understood how much I would love to yell out something to the effect of "YOU'RE TOO UGLY TO BE THAT DAMN HAPPY!!!!" just because....but I normally just strut on with my straight face)

I think the thing that bothers me most is the false confidence that the attention these men give the broads. So because men give them attention usually because they're more easily attainable, they falsely attribute that to being attractive and walk around thinking they can compete with the best of 'em because these broads now have a metaphorical lil lyin mirror mirror on the wall tellin them that they're the fairest of them all...(on this note I would just like to say that just because you get specific compliments on objects you own (i.e nice shoes, cute belt), doesn't make you pretty either...thanks, management)

Anywho...if anyone has any friends nickles and under who have shared with them how to get that good man (or trick and trap on the low jk kinda..) either way feel free to let me know...i'm always interested in discovering life's mysteries..

Moment In Time

I wish there was a name for the precise moment (usually after a break up) that you realize that everything in your life is about to drastically change. Most times it's accompanied by a broken heart. Changes range from the simplest thing like the ceasing of the brief random texts throughout the day letting you know that you are on the mind of someone special, to sharing inside jokes, to realizing that from hereon out you'll be having to cook and eat alone (i mean if that was your thing)....hell you might have to start from scratch and do everything alone.

Imagine being involved in a beautiful union with someone in which you adore; you two are so in sync that you practically have your own language. I was recently slapped in the face with this realization by way of the latter. I was having a conversation with a friend of mine and I found myself talking to them with some of the vernacular that a previous beau and I had used. Now, knowing how unique he is I can't describe how ecstatic I was when I actually realized "I kinda get him!" and "If someone were to read these texts they wouldn't have any idea what we were talking about!" Being an individual so often misunderstood I felt this was a major accomplishment and was none the less proud. But I realized just how personal it actually was when I was asked "what the hell are you talking about?" like I was speaking with clicks, buzzes and key tones as if I was an alien from outer space.

This was one of the first moments that hit hard. I had gotten so used to sharing a life with this person that everything I tried to take from the relationship and incorporate into my everyday life had everyone else looking at me like I was crazy. I admit; this more than likely means that we were somewhat living in our own world. Sadly, a lot that I have read about couples who do this has been bad. Of course from being on the inside, I don't see it that way. All the things that people don't get are the precise things that made our relationship unique; the same way that the things I didn't initially get about him are the things that made him unique and grew to be the things I love about him.

Smiles still and forever will creep across my face any time my thoughts venture off and bring back random memories of the joy that was brought to me from day one to fin. I'm told that the memories we made can't be taken from me and I should be happy about those, but I can help thinking about the memories we were supposed to make...