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"Not every woman is what she portrays. Don't always trust what they put on display. You can't see a heart through a faded resemblance Of the woman who knows she's not what they say." -Desi B. ___ For more full poems, purchase my book, "Roses are Read." Contact for more info. #DesireeBrown #DesiB #RosesareRead #poem #poetry

Sometimes, there’s nothing that Adele and a gallon of ice cream can fix. Sometimes, it takes months after knowing someone that they were truly never meant to be in your life. Sometimes the happy ending you’ve always wanted is just THAT much farther away. This is my story of what could have been, of what never was and everything I learned along the way. DINNER One October afternoon, while having dinner with my best friend in the whole world, (let’s call her Elle), and talking about the comings and goings of life, the obvious subject of dating and boys came up. I proceeded to tell her about a schmuck I had recently been dating who thought that the size of my waistline was the most obvious reason to NOT date someone. Let’s be honest here, I’m not a size 0, or even a 10 for that matter, but yeah, don’t worry, he wasn’t around very long. Elle, had some choice and heartfelt words about that whole mess. Then, while divulging my insecurities about dating in the 21st century, she had a revelation. “Date my Uncle!! You need to date my uncle!!” Aside from the obvious misgivings of the term “uncle,” the fact that my friend was trying to set me up with someone made me disdainfully nervous. Back to the uncle part: I pictured a man of about 60 years with a big nose and ear hair, something similar to, but nothing like my father’s. I must have said this and much more with my expression because Elle instantly clarified that her uncle was 35 years old (not 60) and a very sweet and honest man. She said she thought it’d be great because, and I quote, he and I were “the two most amazing people” she knew. Without hesitation, she began texting someone, and moments later let me know that her mom, aka the uncle’s big sister had given her blessing. Therefore the set up could proceed. I nervously agreed, while secretly hoping we could finish dinner and the whole thing would be forgotten in time. But Elle never forgets

“Sometimes, there’s nothing that Adele and a gallon of ice cream can fix. Sometimes, it takes months after knowing someone that they were truly never meant to be in your life. Sometimes the happy ending you’ve always wanted is just THAT much farther away.”

Bull. Shit. Think about how long it takes you send a text message. 5 maybe 10 SECONDS. All a guy has to do is simply relay the fact that he’s incredibly busy but still thinking about you or at the very least not wanting you to feel bad about the lack of interaction. Buttttt noooo. Does he do that?

So unfortunately for the sake of this blog, things on the dating front have been a little slow. No recent dates. No recent prospects. I feel like I’m doing everything I’m supposed to be doing (reaching out to my matches, updating my pictures, and getting out of my shell in the real world) but alas no new developments since “The Puto.” Maybe it’s my subconscious way of slowing down or stepping back from this, even though I feel like I’m doing more. But since no new prospective “friends” have surfaced I thought that I might take the next week, this glorified and God sent week, to do a little soul searching.

Why is dating such an emotional roller coaster?! I’ll never understand it. I don’t know how people have done this “thing” for centuries. I am literally at a loss at every turn. For those completely confused I recently started an adventure in online dating. I barely know how to date in the “normal” way. Ya know like meeting people organically in the real world. But then throw in the Internet and Emojis and….what is life?! 😳 every misused comma, inappropriate capital letter and time stamp just takes this dating game to the next level. Then throw in the fact that you know everything about a person before you’ve even been in the same room with them and you’ve got one hell of a list of feels happening. For example, I recently had been texting a “friend” I met online and was getting excited about where it was going because he kept wanting to meet but the timing was never right. Then by the Grace of God we finally pick a day and time….and the day we’re set to meet, I never hear from him. All weekend. STOOD UP. And then his online profile suddenly disappears and I’ve been graciously told by this online gem of a message that my “friend” has “Moved On”. What. The. Heck. The guy whose idea it was to hang out and be all cutesy with me, literally just vanished?? Say whaaaaa?! What did he move to Antartica?! Is he sailing around the world with his dog?! Did he catch some third world disease?! No friends. Lo and behold his phone was just broken. Which doesn’t exactly explain a whole lot but who am I to judge. These dates don’t come around too often for me so I should be ok with it right?! Ehhhh, we’ll see what happens. Till the next drop on this roller coaster….Roses.

Really it’s difficult to explain though, I just really want to know who she is.