Venus As a Boy

Its so Lonely
When I'm only
Being Me
Janelle Monae

I am an Oddball! I have deduced the origins of my un-mainstreamness to stem from several sources.I am the Military brat son of a Military brat raised in the (then) most affluent African American Suburb in the nation ( therefore, the world). My peers recognized my difference enough to nominate me as the Most Unique person of my class. ( Yes! I am proud of that!)

It has never been easy being me. There are so many things I just don't understand. Somehow I manage to make it in the world. When I have conversations and someone uses the ubiquitous "they", as in "You know what they Say?" I always wondered who they were. I assumed these they people must have it right. I have spent the better part of my life studying the "They"s. I found out that "They" are not plural. They is a singular entity. They is code.

I know I am strong willed. I have very little patience for laziness, especially when it comes to how someone treats me.

So today, I have to report that the news is officially in. He's not that into me. He may be into me somewhat. But not THAT into me. I could accept it, if he didn't make such half hearted efforts to persuade me.

I am waiting for a text or a phone call, to determine when he will be arriving to whisk me off to the suburbs for supper with his friends. He assured me that his friends were eager to see me. That they were curious , in regards to, me and the progression of our coupling. Mid-afternoon, I decide to text him. He makes me aware that his brunch plans were stalling out. I assured him I was free for dinner, but needed to be back by 7pm. I was double booked for Easter supper. Next text he informs me the evenings timetable has changed and dinner would be served at 6pm.

All this continued for several more lines of conversation, until I decided to cancel. He didn't seem to have a plan in place. Worse, he didn't ask how he could make sure he spent some time with me that night or later in the week. I don't read in between the lines well. Imma need you to say something baby. And preferably it's Get over her and take them draws off!OWWW!

I wont go further into the details of the conversation, but things went from bad to worse. We ended up not seeing each other at all last night. Weekend #2 since we revealed our mutual crushes and singlesness. A month plus after we initially met. According to my clock, we should be rockin and rollin!

I was talking to my friend TV about it all, and he agreed that the fella seemed to not be that into me. He told me to continue living my life, and don't distance myself. I can try. But I know what I know. Spring has sprung and if my eyes land on another, then my Mr. Suburban will be parked for an Expedition with a convertible Roadster. As of now there are know prospects on the Horizon. Maybe I will meet a cutie at the Janelle Monae concert tomorrow!

AINT THAT THE TRUTH!