Do I smell....DESPERATION?!?!?!?!

My friend, who shall remain nameless, cracks me up! At first glance, she seems to be a strong, independent, black woman. And if she never mentions her friend, that man who only calls when he needs to get laid, her facade is pretty convincing. But the core of her is nothing but mush. It doesn't matter what kind of shyt this man feeds her. And it doesn't matter how much she tries to convince herself and others that this is definitely the last straw. As soon as this man rings her phone or her doorbell, you can bet your bottom dollar all that shyt is forgotten and he's back in her bed once again.

Her situation is truly sad. Here she is, a 40-something single mother who looks nothing like Vanessa Williams or Vivica A. Fox. She doesn't really have a lot of close friends --- at least she's never talked to me about any of them. She works at the hospital where I work, in a department where there's 1 man for every woman and 90% of those men are either married or gay. In other words, she really has a hard time meeting viable men. But guess what though? She wouldn't know what a viable man is if it sat on her face and farted a few times anyway. From her own admission, she's into "thugs", and "squares" such as Melvin (from her own mouth) just doesn't do it for her. But who's in a better position when it comes to relationships? My "square" is dedicated, faithful, loving, kind, hard-working, and just plain sweet. And her thug? Oh, I don't know. And sad to say, she doesn't either.