Jrnl Entry No. 4.16.2000

I was stressing my cousin Romeo all last week about marriage and what should be the most important thing I should be looking for in a wife. I also e-mailed two of my frat brothers with the same question: Tyrone Johnson and Charles Roberts.

Now why was asking them these questions? Well Lauren is 28 and we have rekindled our flame once again for what will probably be the last time since we started being together six years ago. I always end up going over her house once a year and we have good sex, and maybe a couple times after that, and then we quit because either she has a boyfriend or I have some situation on my hands. Well this time when I went over there, I had been broken up from Sausha for three months already, and I was just fucking Rebecca on my visits back to town to see my daughter.

Lauren didn’t have a guy that she really liked at the time so we did our usual thing. I’ve always in the past hoped that we could get back together like we were before, but this time I really didn’t care; getting back together was not even a thought in my mind. From the way she was talking though, it was of some interest to her for us to be together, but I brushed those interest off. She came to N.Y. and visited me and was being nice to me, but I wasn’t responding to her.

Well anyway, in my loneliness at my apartment in Queens I kind of made up my mind that I should try and be with her, and maybe we could get our relationship back on track. I started asking her to come and live with me. She said no and gave me all kind of excuses. Eventually she started thinking about it. She came to me with us getting married first, and then we could be together. I said marriage was not in the plans at least until we live together for a year to see if we could make it here in N.Y. together and if we even liked each other that much, or was it just lust for each other.

She claims that she loves and/or has loved me more than I love/loved her. The way she was treating me over the last two or three years, I couldn’t tell. But I started thinking about all the good points about Lauren. She can be sexy like I want her to be. She has a nice little jello-ton ass that she works very well in bed. She would probably try anything sexually that I wanted (there has been minute talk about trois with another man and with another woman), and we’ve even had anal sex once. She treats me good when she is not madd. She has a job to support herself and her kids.

The things I don’t like about her are for one she still dresses corny from time to time in these little funky shirts that could be fly if she knew how and what to rock them with. And most of the time I see her, she is not wearing pants that express the beauty and roundness of her ass, which turns me on. She has started wearing hair pieces now, which I do not like a woman who doesn’t wear her natural hair. She doesn’t exactly dress her kids like I would like them to be dressed probably because she can’t afford it. Her job as an assistant manager at a bank probably wouldn’t bring in enough income for all five of us to survive in N.Y. And I just found out that her two boys aren’t doing well in school, which means if they move here, they are probably gonna be dummies and have to be living with us for the rest of their lives.

After I spent a weekend with Lauren, I was really thinking about marriage and asking all these questions. I think that I am not in love with her. I love many things about her, but I am not in love with her anymore. The love could grow which is why I want to live together for a year before just jumping into marriage. I feel in love with her before, but it went away.

I was talking to my one frat brothers about the meeting of his wife and what not. He said that his marriage was more than just love. Marriage is a job, and a business decision. When he said that, something snapped in my head. He is right, it is a business decision. And me marrying Lauren or Sausha would not be a good business decision at this time in my life because they can’t really help my bottom line on the business end of things. I also thought that I only really think of them when I am horny from not having sex in a week or two. After I have sex with them, I’m alright for another week. I think that l love Sausha more than Lauren, but Sausha doesn’t have that good pussy that Lauran has.

I’m steady trying to find me a real woman here who has a real job and a real life who wants a real man, but I haven’t had any luck. I don’t know, but last night I was thinking about Sausha real heavy because I haven’t seen her in like a month. I believe it is my loneliness that drives me to think heavily about them. I think that my loneliness will eventually drive me to being with one of them. I’m trying to put up a good fight, but I’m losing the battle. I don’t want to struggle with someone else’s kids, but these are the only women I have in my life.

That bullshit about a man can have any woman he wants is turning out to be just that, BULLSHIT. A man can’t have a woman if she doesn’t want him or if she already has a man. Or in the case of N.Y., if she is too scared to take a chance and meet someone who talks to her while she is out shopping. It’s the women who have all the control. Sometimes they give up that control to a man who has money, power, status, but for the average guy like me, they have all the control. I don’t seem to have anything these women in N.Y. want. For one, I look too young. I know that is the main problem. Lauren wanted me and she got me. I wanted Lynaye, Veronique, Lynette, and I still am messing with Lauren who wanted me. I have never had a woman I really wanted besides Samantha in 12th grade. I wanted us to happen, and we did, and we were in love. Our love got interrupted by race.

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