IF THE DINNER WAS EXCELLENT, TELL ME, “BABY, THAT CHICKEN WAS PERFECT!”
IF YOU LIKE THE WAY I LOOK, TELL ME, “BABY, YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.”
IF THE SEX WAS GOOD, THEN SAY, “BABY, I LOVE YOUR PUSSY!”
BUT DON’T EVER TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME!
‘CAUSE IF YOU DO, I’LL SAY YOU’RE FUCKIN’ LYING!
MEN ARE NOT CAPABLE OF LOVE… UNLESS YOU LOVE YOUR MAMA!
AND HALF OF YOU MUTHAFUCKAS HATE THAT BYTCH TOO!
WHY?
CAUSE YOU HATE YOUR FUCKIN’ SELVES!
I can remember it as if it were yesterday.
I sat in my room on a Saturday morning watching my favorite cartoon, “Jem”. I used to get up early every Saturday morning and watch Jem watch her sing and dance and drive around in a fancy car with her friends, the Holograms. I remember saying to myself, “I wanna be just like Jem when I grow up!” I even danced around with a pink shirt on my head like Jem. (She hasd pink hair too)
so, I’m like this scrawny little black girl watching this white cartoon character with the pink hair have this glamorous life. Jem also had a boyfriend. His name was Rico. Rico was sooo hot! I used to say, “I’m gonna marry a man like Rico and live happily ever after!”
Little did I know, this was only the beginning…
So, I became this big romantic head! Everything I did was centered around romance. I read every romance novel that I could get my hands on. Harlequin was my middle name. Then, when they started making the black romance novels, I was DONE! I figured, life can’t get much better than this. So thinking that life was just like in the movies and romance novels, I began to date with hopes and aspirations of finding my “one and only true love”
This is where the downward spiral begins…
Now I could go on and on about the disasters I have experienced in my love life but there is not enough blog space in the world to cover all of the misery I have suffered at the hands of man. I have been cheated on, used, abused, slighted, ignored, taken for granted and every other horrible thing under the sun. So, 17 years and one baby later, I realized that this love thing was not all that it was cracked up to be.
Now, I believe in love. You know, like you love your mother, child, or pet. But I don’t think that love exists between man and woman with no relative factor. some people have been lucky to find themselves in love and some, have not.
I’m a member of the HAVE NOTS.
But I remained optimistic, even with all of my battle scars. Until that fateful day…
The day I was pushed around by man for the last time. Date: February 14, 2008, Valentine’s Day… Isn’t it Ironic? The most romantic day of the year.
The day SHE was born…
The day Thyckkness was born.
Thyckkness is the type of bytch that will cuss your ass out about it now, and you will still be feeling that shyt later.
Thyckkness is the type of bytch that don’t give a damn who you are, what you want and what you need…
She’s simply not that bytch. she is a Trainer…
A breeder, if you will. A breeder that makes a DOG, a HORSE… Man is the HORSE.
Ladies, school’s in session…
Welcome to the farm… Trainers, crack your whips, Horses, stalls are open, take your place!
And so it begins… Life, Love, Lessons…
A Trainers Guide to HORSES… a Horse known as MAN.
Thyckk Shyt: A Trainer’s Guide to Breeding Mules, Horses and Stallions (aka MEN)
Sound advice to all you women out there who need to date like men do… Keep your stable because he damn sure has a chicken coop! Teaches all young trainers on how to build a stable and keep it moving… Just like they do!
