Today is my birthday. I’m feeling old now, but I’m also feeling a little bit wiser. This is the second birthday I’m sharing with the blog, and it makes me thing about back in the day when I used to single handily write 5 posts a week in order to get some readers. Now I got a super dream team of writers, and life is a lot different.
Anyways, as I am now <insert mystery age> years old, I figured I’ll take this time to drop some of my nuggets of wisdom although I’m younger than some 40% of the readers.
So, since I’m not working today, since I always take my birthday off, I’m going to share:
Things I’ve Learned During my Time on Earth
I’m starting to like booty
While I have, and always will be a breast man … booty is making a strong case nowadays. I know find myself walking behind my girl and just oggling as she walks down the street. Rarely before was I able to find the allure in ass … but as I have aged … I have found myself appreciating it for all of its glory more and more.
Having a good girlfriend is easy
For years, dating was always work. Being with someone always meant sacrificing some significant portion of “me”. It always felt like I had to give up either my dreams, desires, sanity, or something in order for the other person to be happy. This always left a sour taste in my mouth about relationships, and it’s another reason I didn’t think twice about naming myself Single Black Male. Now that I’m in a relationship that’s great and easy … well … sh*t … I now realized that …
I like having a girlfriend
I’m not saying that I didn’t like any of my exes or potential girlfriends, but they don’t even compare. Everything is fun, life is good, and since I outgrew the club way before I got bunned up, it’s nice to have a reason to keep my arse inside the house. It’s a lot easier to convince one person to go out of town or follow you to a restaurant than a group of your friends.
I’m a old soul
I used to be the “wild” one. I used to think I was the one who was out there, loud, and throwing dollars out the moon roof while yelling obsenities at random chics as we drove down the street acting up. But, I feel so old now, and being several years away from 30, I’m not really old. Now that I know I’m a homebody, I no longer need to fool myself. N***a, I’m not trying to go out, I’m good.
I will never understand women
One reason for this site was to further my research on the female thought process. I was going to crack the code, figure out the secret, and enrich the life of men everywhere. I would also write a book like Steve Harvey and add a few millions onto the stack with the book. It would also help give me the happiest wife in the world, who would think of her husband (me) as a true gift from God. But, age and wisdom has shown me how outrageous and crazy my goal was. The female mind is a mysterious black hole that is never to be truly understood. There are some basic things that I’ve learned and will use as I move forward … the rest … I give up. Let someone else go through the trouble.
I try not to get too personal with this space, and I’ve never been the one to “put it all out there”, but I’ve been drinking (I mean … it is my brithday) and I’ve been thinking … so I wanted to share.
What nuggets of wisdom do you have to share with the world? What did I get wrong and you feel I need to fix? What do I do with myself now that I’m old?
– SBM aka Your favorite Blogger’s Favorite Blogger