I Miss...

Being independent.

Trips to The Diner in Adam's Morgan at 2 a.m.

Sitting out on the yard, people watching and having fun.

Riding the crowded Metro downtown.

Corner Bakery and Cosi sandwiches.

Montgomery Mall, Nordstrom, and Lord and Taylor.

Refund checks and having money in my pockets.

Long walks around the National Mall.

Movies by myself at Mazza Gallerie.

Hot Krispy Kreme Donuts and conversation in Dupont.

Driving around forever looking for parking.

Lunch dates with Andreas.

Happy hour at Alero after class.

Being a 4 hour bus ride away from NYC.

Hello Cupcake (are getting that I REALLY miss the food?)

I REALLY JUST MISS D.C.! 

I had to get that out.

LOVE This

When I first heard this song I searched FOREVER for the video but it got removed from Youtube and because Solange is highly underrated, I never saw it on TV. I stumbled across this while catching up on the latest videos (I almost NEVER watch music vids nowadays).

At first I was like huh? Then I was like WTF to the toilet scene. But the end was just so cute. Kinda makes me wonder what if...? Check it out...

The male radar

I'm really beginning to believe that men have some sort of female radar/telekinesis/6th sense about women.

One aspect of this special power they have is the ability to know or sense when a woman they've previously been involved with has forgotten about them, isn't thinking about them, or has moved on. When this occurs, they get some alert that says "B forgot about me. I must put myself back on her mind." and then a text, phone call, FB message, or other form of communication ensues.

Sometimes us women fall back into the trap (I have before no lie) but some have no need to hear what that man is talking anymore and they can see past the bullsh*t that usually comes with communications from that man.

I'm back in Ohio, living life and looking for a job while still dreaming fondly of the fun times I had in DC. Things are going pretty good in my relationship with The Boo aside from a few life issues going on with him. With the exception of a few texts from the Jamaican, I haven't been speaking to him or communicating with him and I guess his radar finally went off that he wasn't on my mind anymore.

He tells me he misses me, he tells me he wants me to come back, and the kicker...he's never liked any girl the way he likes me and he thinks he might be in love.

I swear God is up there laughing at me.