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Blessing and a Curse – TBT 03.28.11

Sitting at the bar of a posh hotel does wonders for a woman’s self-esteem. Last Saturday, as I was stirring three olives in my exxxtra dirty martini at the XYZ bar of the W hotel, I caught a whiff of my own freshly washed hair and thought to myself, “Damn, I smell good.” Needless to say, I was feelin myself that night and I am not the least bit ashamed, because it was ALL ME. And it’s been a while since I genuinely felt good about myself without the validation from someone else.

The best part was I felt good for every woman in that room.

With their long, shiny hair smelling like orgasm in a bottle. With their four-inch stilettos and tight fitting dresses that hug every curve of their bodies. With their plump lips, beautiful smiles, and batting eyelashes. With their cute laughs, and raspy voices.

Slim, thick, tall, short – women are fucking gorgeous. Even some of the ugly ones lol. We smell good, and have soft skin. And the really awesome ones? They speak their minds and stand their ground all while still making you feel like the motherfucking MAN.

It may come effortless to some, while the rest of us take nearly an hour to get ready but either way we take pride in ourselves and care about how we look when we step outside the house and spend an evening with YOU.

Even my man friend I was hanging out with that night said, “Women are the best thing ever to come into a man’s life.” I shook my head and laughed. I’d like to agree. It’s no wonder some of yall can’t be with just one.

#monogamy #relationships #tbt #throwbackthursday

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