This Ain’t Luxury

I’ll never forget being at this guy’s house last September. I went into his bathroom to use it and I whipped out my phone and dialed my sister’s number in distress, “Is this ALL I deserve?!” I whined to her, referring to the state of this man’s house.

“This ain’t luxury!” I cried.

I was so dissappointed in myself for even being there although he was very nice to me.

My sister laughed at me and said, “You act like you just woke up after five years of marriage and realized what kind of life you got. You ain’t stuck with him. You can leave!”

And I left.

Quickly.

I guess this story crossed my mind today because I’ve been thinking about how much more peaceful my life is when I’m not dating or screwing anyone. I don’t have any drama, except for the drama I have to listen to in my friend’s lives, and I never have to worry about a dude smothering me or not liking me.

I don’t know. It really does feel nice having some positive attention from a man. I just think my standards are so high that even if he’s really nice to me, I want MORE, I want him to be nice AND have a banging career and an attitude of prosperity.

Damn these broke ass- no goal having- nice dudes!

I’ma stay single…