Dating In Atlanta

Dating in Atlanta is as hard as…. a piece of bread after being microwaved too long. Catch my drift? As a single woman living in one of the most sought-after cities in the South you would think there’d be a sea of men to choose over.

Ha!

I understand that the ratio of woman to men is similar to a teacher/student ratio in an overcrowded public-school classroom. I understand that these lace-fronts and implants are clouding the minds of men like rain clouds on a gloomy day. But why must so many good women like me suffer? And not to mention competing for these men with other men.

I can do a lite beat and show a little leg, but I can’t do anything if a man is what you desire.

I remember my father building my confidence and boosting my self-esteem by telling me how beautiful and smart I was. He’d often buy me gifts and treat me like I was the number one girl in his world. My daddy made sure I understood how valuable I was and taught me not to settle. If a man can’t do half of what my father did, I won’t even waste my time.

Needless to say, I haven’t found him yet!

Now I know Ernest James created a spoiled woman out of me and I’ll probably never find a man like my daddy (because God broke the mold when he made Sonny) but I refuse to settle for just anything.

No, I don’t want to date you if you’re emotionally unavailable. No, I don’t want you if you have a wife, girlfriend, or baby mama you don’t want to commit to. No, I don’t want to be the person that waits on the “Are you sleep?” “What you doing?” “Can I come see you?” text in the middle of the night. No, we can’t be friends, I like to keep my circle small. I’m not up for these games. I’m trying to settle down, have a few kids, and retire somewhere in a nice neighborhood.

Now don’t get me wrong I’ve dated a couple of great men, yet I have had my fair share of situationships too. I thought at least one of them would make an honest woman out of me, but I was so wrong. Now I want to believe that there is someone out there for everyone I’m just hoping my person didn’t die at birth. I want to believe that besides the many men that are already spoken for, that there is a good man hidden near by like a ram in a bush.

Lord, I’m going to keep waiting on you. Prayerfully you’ll send him soon.