“I’m a mirror…If you’re cool with me, I’m cool with you, and the exchange starts. What you see is what you reflect. If you don’t like what you see, then you’ve done something. If I’m stand-offish, that’s because you are.”—Jay-Z
KB walks into the bathroom. Chooses a cubicle with an actual toilet bowl as opposed to the open-plan urinals.
KB: (walks out of cubicle, washes hands) Guy at urinal: Hello sweetheart <insert bedroom eyes and flirtatious voice here>. KB: Hi there. How’re you doing? Guy: I’m good, thanks. KB: (walks out, pauses momentarily at the door, walks backin) Listen… can I kiss you? <insert bedroom eyes here> Guy: You want a kiss? You’re just gonna use me like that, you bitch? KB: Well… it’s just a kiss. Guy: What if I gave a blowjob before this? KB: What I don’t know can’t hurt me. <insert kiss here>
So I may keep saying that I don’t need a man, that I’m okay with being single . Truth is, I’m not. Not by a long shot. (Somewhere I hear Madea saying, "What you gon’ do with a man if you ain’t know how to be by yourself?") I hate sleeping alone in rainy weather. I hate not having the option of sleeping somewhere outside this wretched college. I hate not having someone with whom I can share my deepest everythings. I hate not having someone to cuddle, someone to have deep, long kisses with. I hate it. I’ve nurtured myself through life long enough.
I like how I’ve grown to feel comfortable in my own skin. Back then, I couldn’t even go to the corner store without making sure my hair’s perfect and that my lips are nice and moist. Nowadays I don’t mind rocking up there looking like I’ve just eaten a brick and washed my tresses (can black people refer to their hair as such?) with steel wool. Oedipic? Not quite.