"Raindrops. Drop tops. Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox"

Good Morning Blog,


I always come here after periods of great joy, sadness, disappointment, and change. I've experienced all four of these periods during the time since my last post. On December 31st, 2017, I was in Lawrence, Kansas with my family. I had completed a successful semester or pharmacy school and fun trip to Atlanta, Georgia for Christmas. My grandmother was in our home and adamant about not doing anything to celebrate the new year. For the first time in a long time, my parents were going out to celebrate. My brother had plans with our former neighbor, and Neema was in Maryland visiting her family. Breonna came over for the big celebration. Both of us had brand new outfits and were feeling "bad and boujee". Migos was toping the charts and you couldn't get on social media without seeing a Raindrops, Droptops meme. My love life was looking up. I had actively started using tinder again and had a couple little boos from there. One of them, Jay, I was intrigued by. His downfalls included no car and only wanting to hang out at night. The other guy, C. had a former fling who didn't know she was pregnant with his baby until it was too late. His positive attributes included being a good father, texter, and being in school. I was 99.9% sure he was short though. Charles and I were messaging again in an attempt to rekindle what was lost. It was going okay, but like always it was difficult to understand what he was saying and I was unsatisfied. I was talking to two more men as well, but now I just sound like a hoe. Back to New Years Eve.


I did Breonna's make up that night, because we knew that both of her boos would be present at the LFK event of the year : Ass Jamz. I finished straightening my hair and doing my make up, but just didn't feel cute. I made Breonna take a billion photos of me, but none of them made me feel like a million bucks. I was insecure. We arrived at the party, and I had a surprisingly good time. They were playing a lot of nice throwbacks and we were dancing. Towards the middle of the night Breonna became focused on her baes. Halfway through the night one of them moved up towards the balcony, so we went up there too. When I got to the top, I basically felt abandoned. She was busy with them, and I wanted to be downstairs dancing. I was irritated and was ignoring her even when she did give me attention. While up in the balcony, I noticed another handsome young man. I kept looking back at him to see what he was up to or if he was with another women. He was in a white shirt with light blue and grey stripes that was a little too big for him. He also had on khaki pants. What I didn't know is that he was purposefully moving to different locations of the balcony to make sure that I was indeed looking for him. Every time I looked back, he would move. Before you knew it, he was standing right next to me on the balcony. We were both looking down at the crowd a bit. I was debating whether or not I would say anything. It was after midnight and I had already missed out on an opportunity for a new years kiss. After contemplating everything for awhile, I decided to say something. What, I can't remember. I just texted him to see if he remembered and would tell me.


This became the beginning of a beautiful conversation. We talked about a lot of different things. He told me that he had 11 siblings or a crazy number like that (I eventually figured out that most of them were his siblings by choice and not biological ones. His mother has four children and his father has eight. The two parties share three kids together). He told me that he was raised by his grandmother. He told me that everyone he knows named Antwane has a child except him. He told me he was from Texas (Houston). He told me that he regretted not telling me that his name was Murice, because that's his middle name that he goes by. He told me that he was a sister name Keshia and insisted on asking if I know her. He pointed her out from the balcony and everything. It was not someone that I knew. He told me about his smoking habit and I was disappointed, because that's a red flag for me. We continued to talk until the party was over. Breonna was cuddled with her man, and him and I walked and talked as well. We eventually went to my car and continued the conversation there. I kept driving by Breonna to see if she was ready. He told me to take his number down, because his phone was dead (I later learned that this would be the common theme in our relationship. This man does not charge his phone). We were having a good time, but I, like him was still unsure. I didn't know if I would actually make use of the number. Eventually Breonna got in the car with us, and I drove him back to his sisters house where he would be finishing the night. He asked me to walk to the door with him and held my hand and cuddled with me standing up. I could tell that he was thinking about kissing me, but I was purposefully not looking up at the right times. I assumed that like most men, he just wanted to hook up and would forget all about me if we didn't do anything that night. Eventually he went in and I went back to the car. I waited, because it seemed like no one was opening the door for him for awhile. He later told me that that wasn't the case and everyone was just in the backyard smoking. He joined them. The story continues, stay tuned...


Song of the Day : Bad & Boujee by Migos


Quote of the day : "Someone you haven't even met yet is wondering what it would be like to meet someone like you".