Lookin for love in all the wrong places......

Well yawl....Saturday was my 46th birthday.  I began contributing to this blog 5yrs ago.  Of course...I stopped in the midst of it all, however, I am back....And its on a crackin' cuz I got something to say!

Let me just start by saying this....I have been through HELL!  These men folk have torn down my self esteem, made me question my self-worth, my judgment, and at times my sanity.  I have been used, taken advantage of, mislead, hoodwinked, and any other unsavory adjective you can think of.  But through it all, I am still hopeful that I will find love and happiness (which makes you know I am crazy), and,  I am STILL STANDING!

All of the players have changed.  Here's who remains and who has joined:

* Sleepless in Discovery Bay -- We talk to each other 1x a quarter just to keep in touch

* New Player  - Preacher Man/EBT King. - More like Rev. Ike.  Got more women than King
                         Herod.  Always doing something stupid and/or crooked to get cash.  Cant
                         keep a job cuz he's a crook, but somehow, he is sweet as pie.  Anyhow,
                         keep those food stamps coming!

* New Player - Jelly Belly Man - He can be really sweet, however, all he wants is sex and he
                        makes no bones about making sure that is all he is offering.  We even talk
                        about the fact that I need a man...WOW!

*New Player -  Secret Lover Man - Hot ass mess!  We have been friends for years.  I never
                        knew or realized he was interested in me....got me in trouble with my close
                        friend and her family, and I never did anything!  CRAZY!

*New Player -  -- See below... Can't give him a name yet


Now what you may not know is that I have become an all out biker babe.  I have a 2004 Harley Davidson Road King named "Baby Boy".  My last bike was a sportster named Jaheim (get the theme here...they are fine ass black men!).  Now Baby Boy was originally blue, so that kind of influenced his name.  It was either Baby Boy or Tyreese.  Baby Boy won -- even though he is now white with pink lettering. Oh well...

Now with this biker babe persona, comes all sorts of labels and stereotypes.  Some believe you are just low life (that would be most of our mother's talking) or a slut, or a criminal.  I am none of these.  I am just an HR manager that likes to have a good time on two wheels.  My biker identity just gives me the opportunity to go out and meet low lives, sluts and criminals (both male and female).  And in the midst of that, I occasionally meet regular folks like me.

Well...here's how my story begins.  I took my bike to a Harley certified mechanic because my throttle cable (like the accelerator) snapped when I was returning from Arizona.  I also needed some paint done thanks to the tow truck driver (they didn't listen to me when strapping my bike down...what did this silly woman know about her bike anyway???)This owner/mechanic (a 50something Latino man) talked with me and immediately told me that I needed a man.....  DUH!  I have been writing about this for 5 years now!  Which makes you all know that I have needed a man for even longer than that!  It takes a lot of nerve to write about your man-less situation! ..(but anyway)  He told me that he was going to find me a man.  I laughed him off because I was sure that the man he was going to find was the one speaking to me.  In all actuality, it was, however, when I told him I don't do married men and that I like big black men, he said....ok and that he still had someone in mind for me.. (whatever)

So....I get a call one day regarding me horrible paint (my original paint job was so bad, I cried) from the brother.  Now, the mechanic is latino, so I automatically assumed that this brother of his was latino.  And when I spoke to him on the phone, I didn't even catch on that the man was black, because he had his professional voice on (he is a painter/master mechanic) and he sounded like wonder bread to me.  I was at work using my HR manager voice, so the conversation was short.  I told them I was on a conference call and would call later.  Later came in about an hour, and I ran over to the shop to discuss paint.

I walked in and didn't see anyone Latino but the owner.  What I did see was a rather large, tall dark and handsome black man.  I walked right  past him (yall know I still act married and don't look at men like I should) and went to my bike.   And then, he spoke and I heard the voice from the phone.  It was like and angel from heaven.....

So, the man quickly interviewed me (yes, HE interviewed ME -- can you believe that?) because I was told by his brother and now him, that he had a degree in business admin and he owned his own business/shop.  In a few minutes, we were chatting.  By the end of my visit, we exchanged numbers.  Wow....The shop owner found me a man!

Soooooo, after talking and getting to know each other, we really hit is off.  He has kind eyes and a gentle smile, but still looks like he just might push in someone's face if they get out of line!  This is the man for me!!!  We took a little ride for my birthday to Long Beach.

Well...after a trip to the Harley Dealer, a walk on the pier, and a beautiful early dinner, it was clear that we are just smitten with each other.  We laughed and talked and even giggled.  He teases me because I am vertically challenged at every opportunity.  I tease him about being abnormally large (6'2 and 290lbs of muscle).  We are able to talk about everything and move from subject to subject with ease.  No subject is tabu.  We talk about our accomplishments, fears, pain, joys and sorrows.  OMG!  The shop owner found me a man?!?!  I think he did!!!

So with that ladies, I have a lot to write about.  I will keep you posted.  And...you know those other yahoo's are still gonna be around making things colorful and interesting; 

Until the next time....fly low and keep off the radar!

T