I's Married Now!! (Or someday, at least...)

As "T-Shirt and Panties" plays in the background...

Yesterday on Analog Girl in a Digital World (btw,if you clicked that, you're drove, you're already here!): Since I had to go back and listen to Adore in order to tell Diggs what part ol' boy messed up on, I decided to respond to everyone else's comments first, then come back. Well, by that time, I had already completed a short novel worth of response. So I decided to blog on Diggs comment to number 37 on my 100 truths and no lies list.

As I've mentioned, I'm a romantic at heart. When I do love, it is all-consuming. I am one of those muthafuckas folks hate to see in love because I radiate. I smile every time he's mentioned and the mere whisper of his name may incite butterflies in my stomach. When I think of the way he touches me, I get shivers up my spine. My lips ache from kissing him all night. I silently touch my thighs under restaurant tables while out with the girls and remember how passionate last night was. I limit my show-stopping performances on dance floors in order to be with him. Don't get me wrong, I don't change my whole life or no shit like that. I'm actually not clingy at all, but when I have a man I like to be with him. And I like to please him. (So long as he realizes that I need ALL the same shit right back. Say it with me: r-e-c-i-p-r-o-c-i-t-y.)

With that said, if my husband was bringing home enough cheddar to keep me living the life I've become accustomed to, and children are in the plan or God has already blessed us with some, I could picture myself being a houswife/stay-at-home mom. Of course, from my skewed, not-yet-two-decades old viewpoint, being a housewife to me entails:

1. Getting to shop in the middle of the day when malls are least busy.
2. Going to the gym at least 5 days a week in order to keep everything tight.
3. Learning how to cook amazing meals for my husband and having them ready when he gets home. Family meals, or getting to sit and watch him enjoy the food. I truly believe cooking is love.
4. The ability to greet him at the door in sexy lingerie and various other stimulating shit. B.K (before kids), of course. A.K., the meeting will have to be in the bedroom.
5. Getting to have beautiful children and be incredibly involved in raising them. PTA meetings, help with homework, dance lessons, football practice - all that TV shit.
6. Getting to work in my community and perhaps deal with battered women. (Which is a goal of mine.)


Sounds like an idealized dream doesn't it? Yeah, I know. Hence my quest to find a college football player with MADD potential who will sign a HUGE contract, get a serious (but non-life threatening) injury in his second year and be able to live off his first year earnings for the rest of our lives. Maybe with him doing some speaking events here and there. Please don't kill my dream...the world will do it in time.

@ Diggs: old boy from the Spike Lee joint? His brother, Calvin, spoke at my university today. He's actually quite a good speaker.