I am pretty, at least I think I am. I am girly. I spend time in the mirror fixing my hair. I do my make-up to look like perfection. I’m conscious about how I look and feel (85% of the time at least). I don’t feel bad about being so damn prissy. For all the stress in this world, I think its a females true escape to find herself physically and mentally attractive , for I believe you can’t be truly attractive physically if you don’t have the mental attractiveness to go along with it. (Pretty girl exterior + ugly girl mentality = FUCKING UGLY PIG BITCH)

One thing in this world I won’t tolerate is a pretty ass dude. You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that take metro sexuality a little TOOO far. The ones with 19045348975 pictures of them all glistened up and pretty with gray contacts, baby hair gelled down around their forehead, and so much lip balm it looks like Mac gloss.

Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a males self maintenance. Get your nails groomed once in a while, fix those damn caterpillar eyebrows, take a bath boy, put lotion on those ashy knees. I can appreciate a man who knows style.

Its just the ones who take it too far, the ones who take it into the realms of femininity.

I don’t want a man who takes up my precious morning mirror time because he has to conceal the redness on his face. I don’t want a man who bitches because he got a little bit of mud on his shoe. As Mya so eloquently stated on her song Free “I can’t stand a man who thinks he looks better then me” There is something seveirly wrong with a guy who thinks that his woman takes second place in looks under him. And don’t just say “oh he’s metro sexual”. No, too many undercover brothers have been getting away with murder since that metro sexual mess came to play.

Yes, my man knows about weaves and make-up. Why? because I choose to educate him on the subject. He sometimes helps me pick out what he thinks would look good on me. Its an act of love, not Miss Jay or Bobby Trendy telling me “Oh, dahhhling wear this … its FAB-U-Lussssss!”

My man is a man. He likes clear skin, so some nights he might wash it and put on a mask. He won’t bitch and moan if his skin isn’t 100%. He understands that he might get razor bumps and its ok, it comes with the man territory. He has two earrings, not 5 in each ear. He farts with no remorse (ok, I can do without that one). HE DOESN’T GO AROUND THE INTERNET ASKING RANDOM FEMALES TO VOTE HIM UP SO HE CAN BE THE NUMBER ONE RATED MALE ON _______.com

Most girls talk about how they want their guy to be a protector, yet run to these pretty ass borderline gay dudes like a fly to shit. Would a man who just got his hair done, nails done, eyebrows done, got fresh Carmex gleaming from his lips, hazel contacts, bath & body works spray, and a pinky ring LOOK like he would protect you? Hell, does he even really want you? He might be getting close to you to find out about your brother. (*Wendy Williams voice* How YOU DOIIINNNNNN?)

In short. Look great, but be a man.

*and STOP pursing your lips up in pictures. That’s way beyond the metro sexual borders and into gaydom.

So today I was on the phone with one of my ace boon coons, Chrissy. She was calling me to invite me out to the Coney Island Beach and I was all mad because I can’t go =( Anyway, after I hung up with her I was on myspace just looking through my friends list and I went to one of my old high school friends page who is also pregnant. GASP! She never reveled her baby’s father (don’t you just hate the term ‘babydaddy’? … I do. Its just ghetto) before but now she has a picture of him and he is also one of my ex high school classmates. My mouth dropped but in a millisecond do you know what I did? I hit chrissy’s speed dial number, told her the dirt, then she 3 way called our other home girl to tell her the news.

Gossip is a dangerous thing. I never thought of myself as a gossip but after I realized what just happened I’ll take that title. I went to a very small high school so everybody knows everyone and no ones business is their own. Even now that we are all out of high school its still the same way amongst the people who used to hang out together.

Why is it so natural to go run and tell everyones business?  :20:  Tis all people.

Originally, I had a diffrent topic to blog all together but this morning I was on Love, B.Scott .com as usual just checking out the celb news and what was going on with my favorite “friend in my head” ( Wendy Williams is a close second hehe!). I had to utter it.

This is sickening. B keep your head up. I love ya baby