Still An Exclusive Couple, Tho!

Happy Thursday, Good People!

I thought I was gonna have time to post another blog yesterday evening, but I was some kinda busy all day, and when I got home, I just went straight to bed and went to sleep. For the first time that I can recall, I didn’t turn on no radio or no television—I just went straight to bed. Yes, I was that tired. Y’all forget: I did get up like around the crack-a-dawn yesterday morning, plus I made breakfast for my mom and dad, and I did some housecleaning… and all of that was in the morning, mind you!

But today is a brand-new day, and despite all of the hell that is going on in the world, I will continue to remain the opportunistic, optimistic bright-eyed snakewoman… hahahaha!

So, I had a wonderful time with one Ray Hernandez yesterday afternoon; all we did was kick it at the mall, then he treated me to Chili’s. And look, y’all: Ray did not choose the “two for twenty” deal—he told me that I could order whatever I wanted because he was not cheap. I was very flattered, but I reminded him that I am not one of those materialistic chicks. He could’ve ordered the “two for twenty” deal; it wouldn’t have bothered me one iota. Hell, I would’ve been satisfied had he taken me to Burger King—and that’s real talk!

But anyway, after we left Chili’s, we did like Jill Scott and took a long walk around the park—until around 6pm, anyway. In the midst of our walk around the park, Ray said something very interesting; he made mention that while he was grateful that we were taking our relationship to—here comes the phrase that pays—a whole nutha level, he didn’t want to refer to me as his girlfriend. He explained that the terms “boyfriend and girlfriend” are ridiculously overused, and he sees me as so much more than just a title. It’s funny that Ray would tell me that, because quiet as it’s kept, I feel silly referring to him as my boyfriend. I actually told Ray that I feel more comfortable calling him my sweetie pie, and y’all shoulda seen his face when I told him that. He hugs me tightly and says: “Hell, I’m all for it!”

And with that said, we shared another sweet kiss.

So, as it stands, we are still a couple, but without all those damn titles. I guess this is what Gramma Jewel was talking about the other day when she said—and I quote: “Back when I was your age, Baby, wasn’t no such thang as boyfriend and girlfriend. If a man was interested in a woman, he would woo her. And what y’all refer to as dating, it was known as courtin’ when I was growin’ up.”

I think Gramma Jewel should write a book on life and love… I’m just sayin’!

Well, speaking of Gramma Jewel, she and Becky are gonna pick me up around 12:30pm this afternoon—the girls are gonna go kickin’ it. As an added bonus, Ms. Thelma (Mother Davis, if you will) is comin’ along with us. With that said, let me get the rest of this housework done so I can get ready to kick it with my peeps, and hopefully I’ll holla at y’all later on this evening.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Wow! What A Weekend!

Hi, Everyone!

I think the title of today’s blog is pretty self-explanatory, but yes—it was definitely one of those type of weekends where everything just seemed perfect. For one thing, I want y’all to know that my dad enjoyed the Father’s Day poem that I made for him yesterday. He was so thrilled that he picked me up in the air, much like he used to do when I was little. The fact that my dad picked me up in the air (albeit for a short second) let me know that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

And that was just the beginning—wait until Daddy sees what I’ve got in store for him on his very special day next Sunday. That’s right, y’all—my dad’s got a birthday in seven days.

In other news, I had a great date with Ray on Saturday—and ladies, I want y’all to know that he’s still a gentleman! He got my mom some lavender roses, and he gave me a long-stemmed red-and-yellow rose; he explained that the red and yellow rose symbolized falling in love.

Ooh, he’s such a romantic!

Long story short: Much like our first date, Ray treated me to Fatburger, and later we went bowling. This time, though, much like we had discussed, it was two out of three falls. I won the first round 215-210, and Ray won the second round 260-250. The third and final round was very close… I mean, it really could’ve gone either way. Ray and I were both knockin’ out those strikes until the final frame, when all but two pins fell. They were on opposite sides of each other, and I could only knock down one. Upon seeing this, Ray looked at me and grinned, then he knocked down all but one pin. He picked up the spare, though, and in so doing, won the final round 291-290. Ray could’ve easily gloated, but instead he chose to bow humbly and raise my arm in a congratulatory fashion. He also said that he was willing to grant me a rematch if I ever wanted one. I told him to enjoy his victory, because I would be ready next week.

Oh, by the way: Ray loved his birthday brownies and peanut butter cookies, but he said that the greatest birthday present he ever received was to see me back home for longer than three weeks. Of course, this made me blush, and then he gave me a sweet kiss that caused me to turn redder than the sweetest rose. Needless to say, Ray and I made it officially official: We are exclusively boyfriend and girlfriend! We talked about our relationship and what we wanted out of it, and we both agreed that we gotta put something in it to expect positive results.

Wow, I can’t believe it—I finally have a boyfriend!

Until tomorrow, y’all take care.