Who Got Game?

So I'm in Friday's last weekend with a girlfriend of mine sipping on my second Mango Berry Mojito at the bar when I get a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and standing before me is a young man no older than about 22. He introduces himself to me and we strike up a pretty harmless conversation. He asks me questions, tells me a little about himself and it isn't until halfway though the conversation that I realize that he's trying to pick me up. I guess I assumed that he was just being friendly up until that point (silly me). Anyway, we talk a little longer and then he leaves to go take the order of a couple who just sat down (oh yeah, he was a waiter). My friend and I continue our convo and every once and a while he'd walk by and kind of give me the eye. By the time I finished my meal, he returns to the bar with a rose and says these exact words to me " I got you a rose because it symbolizes the beauty that I see in you, inside and out." Ok....so I know it SOUNDS corny but for some reason, it didn't come across as corny at all. It wasn't like he was trying too hard and he seemed sincere about the whole thing. I was actually in shock for a brief moment. It wasn't really the fact that he gave me the flower, it was his GAME. I'm sitting there thinking...don't tell me this young boy's got better game a man my age ?! I mean seriously, what's that about?

All I have to say to the men in the 25 and up crowd is 'step ya' game up.' These young dudes are making you look bad!

Therapy is for black people too!

Ok, so I'm back. I know it's seemed like FOREVER since I last posted anything but due to lack of inspiration, a crazy work/gym/drinking schedule, and overall laziness, I've completely neglected my blog.

Now that that's out of the way. I figured that I'd get back into the groove of things by blogging about something near and dear to my heart. No, not shopping, eating out, or drinking margaritas (although these are pretty far up in the list of things I absolutely love). I'm talking about therapy. YES, I said it, THERAPY. Now I know what you're thinking... "Damn, Teree is crazier than I thought." And although that could be true, it's really not THAT serious. I pretty much go to an office every week and sit in front of a man who listens as I talk about whatever is going on in my head at that particular moment. I won't get into what we talk about but I'm telling you, therapy isn't all that bad. It's nice to be able to talk to someone who is completely impartial. Now I know a lot of black folk think that I don't need therapy but JESUS. For some reason there's a stigma associated with Psychology. Even though I heart Jesus as much as the next girl, there's nothing like a little one on one with my therapist to get me moving in the right direction. I've only been going for a few months now and I already find myself being more cognizant of the things I do and say. That's not to say that I don't and won't pray. I just feel like every little bit helps and right now, my shrink is helping out quite a bit!

It feels good to be back. There's more to come. Stay tuned!