The Age of Aquarius.

Aquarius, like all air signs you are remarkably adaptable, as you like change, movement and novelty of all kinds. The bringer of the unpredictable. Always ready to shock and rebel against everything. Aquarius is into personal freedom like no other. They love sudden change and can be perceived to be erratic and unstable. Often misunderstood...

In explaining to a friend (the Astrology Guru) how something I had said to a guy came out wrong, I noted that he typically misunderstands things I say. She said, "just like an Aquarius to say some sh*t wrong and be upset when the other person misunderstands them." She then went on to tell me that Aquarians like myself have a complete breakdown in communication with other signs. (This is the same person who told me Aquarians don't like to be tied/held down in any way shape or form, but like to tie other people down so that we may deal with them at our leisure...LOL). We typically live in our own heads and what we say is sometimes out there (i.e. otherwordly and futuristic). Thus, when I sent this e-card to Exie*, which was my way of saying hello... he, also an Aquarius, mind you, replied basically saying that communication is a two-way street. In other words, he took the e-card as me accusing him of not keeping in touch.

I thought the card was cute and funny and I really AM glad that we stay mildly interested in each other's lives. We don't talk all the time, but we generally keep up with each other. He should stop being so sensitive. ~shrug~ What do you guys think?

*THE Ex, whom I also refer to as my very own Mr. Big.

TGIF

Just quickly checking in. I'm so glad it's Friday. I'm traveling home this weekend and I'm highly excited. Also, I am in talks with a recruiter for a firm I have been desperately trying to land an interview with! I have a really good feeling about this, so you guys keep your fingers crossed for me and send up some prayers! Have a great weekend and Memorial Day!!!!!!!! :-)

My thoughts.

Is anyone else as excited about the SATC movie as I am?! I cannot wait until May 30. My friends and I will make a night of it, with the requisite dirty martinis. Fabulous clothes! Charlotte with child! Jennifer Hudson! Carrie marrying Chris, a.k.a. the one and only Mr. Big (I won't believe that until I see it)! How could I not love it?

Speaking of Mr. Big, I have a theory that every woman has one, and if she doesn't yet, she will. The lone guy that you will never quite get over completely, who you will continue to be madly in love with forever even though you know you two are not meant to be. He still manages to push your buttons when you speak to him, makes your heart skip a beat when you think of him, and can (almost, if the stars are aligned just so) still get it... He refuses to stay away (to be totally candid, partly because you won't force him to). Some deep connection makes it such that he gravitates to you and you to him yet everlasting love is not in the cards. Yes, THAT one. Well, my Big happened to call me this weekend out of the clear blue sky to tell me that he was "still alive and kicking, since you never call." I actually think he knows his role and is playing along, for he behaves, in typical I-can-come-back-into-your-life-at-my-leisure-and-you-will-still-be-there-with-bells-on Big fashion, as if I still "belong to him" (his words, not mine). I had to kindly remind him that I am not obliged to him and he has no entitlements to me or my time, but that I was happy he was still alive and well. ~cue Brit Brit's "Drive Me Crazy"~ If Carrie can marry her Big, can I do the same?

In other news, my brother graduates from high school in a week and a half. He is starting college this summer at an HBCU in the city where I live. I am so excited for him, probably more geeked than he is. What a wonderful time of life! He doesn't even recognize the magnitude of the journey he's about to begin. :-)

I have (what I call) a stalker: some guy I met while out of town with whom I exchanged numbers. He searched my name on facebook and added me as a friend. He sends me facebook messages and texts me every single day saying the exact same thing... "Hey, gorgeous. Have a great day. Call me. XX." I've not responded to any of his texts for the past three weeks (i.e. since I gave him my number), let alone dialed his number to speak to him. How long do you think it will take for the daily texts to stop? I think he almost got me today. I recently scored a new phone from Sprint after mine had an untimely death. Without the benefit of transferring the contacts out of my old phone, I can't specifically avoid Stan's calls/texts because I don't know his number. I have simply went to not answering any calls/texts from his particular neck of the woods. This is not the best plan of action considering there is a gentleman of the same area code with whom I would like to speak. ~sigh~

Apparently, I need to take lessons from Stan because I am about to start stalking this law firm where I had an interview a few weeks ago. I'm talking about making follow-up calls to the follow-up calls! They really need to go ahead and make me an offer...

I am still in love/lust/obsession with T.J. Holmes. La, fall back. LOL.

Six Random Things

The rules are as follows:


* link to the person that tagged you : Miss B.

* post the rules on your blog

* share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself

* tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs

* let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

Six random things about myself... besides the fact that I'm just a really random person in general? Okay, here goes:

1) I have wicked road rage. I always ride with the windows up, but if someone in traffic does something I don't like, I tell them off as if they can hear me, with flailing hand motions and all. I only do this when I'm driving with no passengers (I'd never behave this way where people could actually hear me). I'm sure other drivers who witness this think I'm crazy. Now that I think about it, people seeing me is not so different from hearing me. LOL.

2) My first, middle and last names all have six letters. When I was younger, my mother ever so graciously pointed this out. It was not until a few years later that I realized the significance of 666.

3) Stacey Dash is my "aging gracefully" beauty icon since she always manages to look ten years younger than her current age. She has to have found the fountain of youth or something!

4) I'm a closet exhibitionist and I want to be a superstar! However, since I have no talent for singing, acting or modeling (I'm not being modest--I seriously don't), I'll "settle" for dancing in a music video choreographed by Fatima or the like, or maybe even traveling as a backup dancer on a Janet Jackson tour. I'm not a trained dancer, but I could totally pull it off. :-)

5) Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamt almost nightly and I typically remember in detail what I've dreamt about when I wake. Common motifs in my dreams include water, tsunami-like waves, bridges and driving. I keep saying I'm going to start a dream diary but I've never gotten around to doing so.

6) I love to wear black nail polish on both hands and feet. Funny how just a couple of years ago, this would be considered "goth" but is now acceptable as fashionable. I wore black polish on my nails to my younger brother's beautillion and was complimented by young and old Sorors alike. I'm not going for the green is the new black nail polish craze that the majority magazines are pushing, though. I'm definitely not that trendy.

Bonus Point:

7) I'm TEAM OBAMA, snitches!

And since I don't think I even KNOW six bloggers to tag that Miss B hasn't already, this post is to be continued...

UPDATE: Daddy's Little Girl is officially tagged.

It's more than just a crush.

It's an obsession. With CNN anchor T. J. Holmes. He's smart, but not nerdy. Sexy, but down to earth. Southern, but not country. For what more could Pretty ask? ~swoon~

Why you actin' like a... like a.... BIA! BIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Mr. Holland's e-mail was brief, but funny. He told me that he didn't like being hooked up in this way and likened it to auditioning for a reality show. He also mentioned that he had e-mailed a few pics of himself to MM and that he hoped she had shared them with me (she had!). He ended the note by advising me to contact him if and when I wanted, and he requested that I send him a few shots of myself.

I was feeling particularly spicy, so I drafted a quick reply and attached three of my fav self-portraits. The next day, I found out that Mr. Holland had seen my pictures. He thought I was "incredibly beautiful." And....

He.was.now.SCARED.of.me.

Well, you scared! You scared!
Stop actin' like a b****! You scared!

What about me is scary? I wasn't donning my sexy smirk, a la Gabby Union in "Deliver Us From Eva" in any of the pics. Nor was I wearing a trench coat or pentagram earrings.

All of a sudden, I remembered... he knows my occupation from MM. What is it about attractive educated Black women that scares off attractive, equally educated Black men? I wouldn't have written this post were it not for reading my Soror L's rant about having been told that she's "educating herself out of a husband" by going after her PhD. (Go 'head Dr. La!!!! This re-post was so very apropos.)

Seriously, I don't want to be the "scary Black-girl attorney." (Is that really what people see when they look at me?) And, I definitely am not attracted to scary (as in, scared of everything) men.

Maybe when Mr. Holland said he was scared of me, he meant he was nervous to be interacting with someone so pretty and smart? ~shrug~

BIA!!! BIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been e-corresponding with a gentlemen who I met via a friend/coworker's mother. She met him at a conference, liked his "beautiful spirit" and immediately thought to hook me up with him. She (we'll call her the Millionaire Matchmaker, MM for short) is always thinking of me in this way. Very close to Valentine's Day, she met and chatted up the "most gorgeous man" in the Publix down the street from both of our homes. Tall, bald, muscular. He complained to her about not being able to find a nice woman who wanted to settle down. She told him about me, her daughter's "beautiful friend," but seeing as though she didn't know my contact information, she chose instead to tell him my workplace. She made me promise that if I got flowers at work from this gentleman on V-Day that I would make her a part of our wedding. If you're wondering, I didn't get any flowers or any calls at work. But, I must admit, for about a month, every time I went to that Publix, I made sure that I was swexy (sweet-looking, but sexy, in PrettySpeak).

So, when MM told me about her most recent find for me, I was less than enthusiastic. He sounded interesting: a brother who left a promising career in an intriguing field to become a public school teacher because he wanted to give back to the community. However, he lived in another city and MM didn't know him from Adam. Nevertheless, I allowed her to share my e-mail addy with him since I am typically open to meeting like-minded individuals.

He didn't contact me for two weeks (Not that I was counting. I couldn't help but notice the duration of time since MM had her daughter ask me every day had "the man of my dreams" e-mailed yet.)

Then, one day as I was checking my e-mail for the umpteenth time (I have a serious problem with checking my three e-mail accounts every three minutes), I noticed a message from a random. It was from the teacher, who I like to call Mr. Holland (as in "Mr. Holland's Opus).