Single & Loving it!

I am the 21st century Black woman.

I have a home, a car, a career and I'm a entrepreneur. I have a tremendous family who loves me and friends who support me. I'm active in my church and community, serving on the board of two non-profits, one, a women's homeless shelter and the other, a small performing arts group. I have travelled across the United States, as well as to other parts of the globe. I enjoy ballroom dancing, the theatre, movies, long walks & good laughs. I'm versed on a number of subjects and have an inquisitive mind about those things to which I know little. I'm generally sweet, passionate and fun-loving. I enjoy life and am living mine as much as I can.

I'm not perfect, I can be headstrong, moody and selfish. I'm controlling at times and aloof at others. I am a girlie girl with varying degrees of maintenance required. I can stand to lose a few pounds and I have a mouth like a sailor. I tend to share my opinions, whether requested or not, and I don't particularly care if you agree with me or not. I can be sarcastic on a moments notice and downright mean & rude without blinking. I'm a person of extremes, I do hot/cold, summer/winter, yes/no, black/white and I don't do warm, fall, spring, maybe or gray. I have a tendency to over-simplify things and often speak in hyperbole. I have an unimaginable intolerance for stupidity and my general level of patience seems to waning as every day passes. My biggest pet peeve is wasting time, so far it is the only resource I've found that can not be replenished once its spent.

All-n-all, I'm a healthy, "normal," Black American woman. I have never been married and I have no children; I'm am SINGLE. According to my Mother, my life is wonderful, EXCEPT for the singular fact that I'm single; she, most of my friends, all of my family and a large portion of society seem to believe that I NEED a man to complete my life, as if what I have isn't fulfilling.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy male company, probably too much, which is a discussion for another post. I enjoy being a woman on a man's arm, letting him be the gentleman and me being the lady. I like it when the man picks me for a date, holds my hand and buys me flowers. I can get lost in the scent of a man's cologne and the way his clothes drape his body. He can enthrall me with his mind and keep my attention with a good sense of humor. You see, I do enjoy my menz.

The notion that without a man, I'm in any way incomplete is absurd, insulting and a notion that went out with the stone age.

I'm here and I'm loving it, just as I am, SINGLE.