I had conversation with a “friend” this past week about My Guy. Now this “friend” is the infamous character in my old mini series entitled “A Love Jones” (in case you need to be brought up to speed). Anyway, he mentioned he read my blog recently specifically the “Who Would Have Thought & My Guy and I”. He mentioned he was happy that I found someone who’s keeping an obvious smile on face, however he called me DESPERATE. I quickly became defensive, because out of all the words to describe my emotions/feelings DESPERATE is the furthest thing I am currently feeling especially in regards to My Guy.
I define the acts of being DESPERATE as it relates to relationships as the following:
1. A person who is willing to be the “sideline player” aka “winner up” or second best
2. A person who stays in a long ass unproductive relationship out of guilt, years together (time served), baby, or can’t do better.
3. A person who is quick to call any and everyone their “man/woman” because they are needy.
Of course I consider the source that made the comment. But I by no means feel like I am “settling” or “slumming” for the sake of calling some man My Guy. How about you can really find someone out there who genuinely knocks you off your feet. How about love at first sight could actually be true. How about you may possibly know when you’ve met someone special because your instinct is clearly letting you know.
I’m not going as far and saying this “friend” is a hater. It’s more like cynical, I understand you haven’t been exposed to the picture perfect relationship, but I believe it does exist. What I mean by perfect is you can meet and have a relationship with someone who makes you happy, feel complete, better, exclusively, and most of all loves you unconditionally.
In the end he took the comment back, and rephrased it to being “sprung” or “wide open”. Call it what you want but trust this girl is happy and feeling a lot of love in return.