The Winter Boo

What is a winter boo?

• Needs to have a decent amount of body fat, muscles and soft muscles, just a teddy bear like feel
• doesn't really feel the need to talk all the time, only when I need him to or he's talking about what we are going to eat
• smells good, I mean close distance (I will smell good as well, wearing Euphoria right now, oooo weeeee)
• shaves (of course me to)
• deep voice to put me to sleep or remind me of romance novels
• available on the coldest and darkest of nights
• emotionally stable
• somewhat cute, gots to look in front of the fire and that is natural light
• Takes direction, open to new things....only in the subject of what kind of food we will be eating and the movie to watch
• no ashiness
• local
• Understand he is a winter boo, not a booty call

It's getting cold out there. And teddy bears are only so big and so just not human. So a winter boo makes everything better. Conversation, fulfillment, enjoyment for both parties.

I'm on the prowl......................

So........niggas niggaz negros negras

Trying to broaden my horizons. Different types of men. I swear foolishness can hide in all different kinds of packages. The opposite sex is truly begininning to make me nervous. So, I am no longer going after my type, the opposite of my type, any type at all......I'm just going to ask God to smack me in the face with a righteous one, and some direction, and some clues, lol. Or really stop talking to anyone for a very long time. Same thing of getting sick and tired, I am. I am not the best candidate, but damn, shit happens before I am able to present myself.

Mr. Gimme Some Suga aka Wayne
Age: 46
1st Encounter: Chachos
Funniness: Weird shaped head
Ill shit #1: Thinks that pointing out my physical flaws will somehow make me want him more, make me want to belong to him, some type of "old man" mind games. Of course I had to school him on the being that is Amber. Explain to him that yes, my skin isn't perfect, and?! If you are willing to help me out with some drastic cosmetic surgery, talk about it. But if you are going to do nothing and hang on to your old man skin, kiss my ass and pay for my dinner.
Ill shit #2: Thinks that talking about how different he is from younger guys, will motivate me to think of him as more attractive. umm, not really. Just points out the fact that you are more knowledgeable, not better. Yea you know the 5 star restaurants, I hope you would, since you were alive when they were first established.
Ill shit #3: When I decide to have dinner with you, and attempt to take you seriously as a person in my life, I expect your son not to be at the table. I mean did I say I wanted a family date, NO! Did I say I wanted to meet your son and bridge a gap, NO! So innappropiate and uncomfortable I was. I was looking at the little boy, he was looking at me. I was thinking why is he so short, and he was thinking why the hell is she taking attention away from me. I'm an only child, so I can only imagine what thoughts were turning in his head. But by the end the kid liked me, but who cares really. I am not trying to be wifey/girlfriend or anything. I want companionship over a good meal! Being honest
Ill shit #4: He said "gimme some suga" I think my grandpa said that to me once.......tear!

Mr. I think it is okay to own 3 Cadillacs.......
AGE: 30!
1st Encounter: Country Western Bar (yes the hoods were in the building at Cowboy Central)
Funninness: sniffs alot.....is it crack or a cold?
Ill Shit #1: I met him on Wednesday....Thursday I had 9 calls.
Ill Shit #2: He actually said the following, "Women come a dime a dozen. And you can buy a woman too. Especially if you have transportation and some money in your pocket." I had to explain to him that not all women are impressed with shinanigins....me. And if he is able to buy a women, and he goes thru the process, he is no better than her simple ignorant behind.
Ill Shit #3: Told me he does bad things. What the hell is a "bad thing?"
Ill Shit #4: Owns 3 different Cadillacs. Escalade, a long 4 door one (not really into cars), and a third one that has at least 5 screens sitting on 24s at least and some other electronic shit I know nothing about, oh and it's candy apple red. How much does he want the police to come knocking at his door? I don't get how one could be so obsessed with one kind of car.....tear

< So I miss Taurus. He is holding down 2 jobs, good for him. Maybe he will have some down time on Monday.....I just truly don't want to start spending time at his house, because that is when he has time off. Stuff happens, expectations have the possiblity to change, other problems arise. I want to date! I want to traditionally date....get to know somebody...make sure I won't have that inner voice telling me to put you in your place all the time.....Taurus is the lucky number 32. I like the fact that I look up to him. I like he leads me. I like his name. I like saying it. I like typing it.

Drawbacks

Junior Junior Junior: could become Mr. Psyco Junior. Well, he just makes me nervous. Decided to come to Houston, chill with my moms, and made sure not to tell him. I don't want to run into him, don't want to hear him run his mouth (ooo wee can he talk), don't want to have to look at him really. He isn't the same guy anymore. I no longer see him as confident. He is simply egotistical and off and on insecure. I no longer see the cool, in control guy. I see someone who trips on insignificant details. Umm, boo, don't support the craziness.
But I think he has a sixth sense. Negro has been calling me and sending uncomfortable text messages.....One said "Can you draw?" ummm.......desperate for a response he didn't get. THen I got some words about how I didn't respond to the text messages, and therefore I am......Disrespectful. The balls he thinks he has to say that. I give up. I walk away....really a good run.

Mr. Psycho Duck: Apparently still reads the blog. So, I can't freely express how I feel about that subject. He gets a kick out of seeing his name and I guess reading the foolishness that he does.

Mr. Miami: so excited.....Miami here I come. Time to go into my alter ego of.....Amber, lol. Same ole same ole. I just want to sit by the beach, eat, drink cocktails, get toasted, eat some more, take a quick nap, and go out, party, and come back to Texas, lol!
This guy is older, but wiser. I like him, he's easy to talk to , we have alot in common, he hasn't shown any stalker/scary tendencies (YEA). His friends are cool. He's not flashy. Umm, did I say he is CUBAN!!

Jermaine the Lame: don't know what's going on in that department, but all I know is nothing. He seems in then he seems out. He's available and then becomes unavailable. Taking it slow has seemed to be the best key, but I still have the feeling.....that this negro is married. I haven't heard from him in a minute, so the decision to stop calling and stop liking him is cool. Kind of sucks, cuz he was shaping up for potential.
And he refuses to send me picture of his hair. He is in the beginning stages of getting his dreads, I want to see the damage, if it's good or bad. Uhh, I hope they are alright. But it doesn't matter, homeboi is still in Chicago.

Really....DID THE FOLLOWING ISH REALLY HAPPEN......OHH and the following is not for children.....

A guy I used to talk to...

Nothing serious....

Hung out with him and my friends after a night out...

At his condo....

I recieved some special treatment.....

Then one friend and I went on a food run....

While on the food run......

He gave my other a friend a special treatment....

Got back with the food....

While we ate, we debated politics......

Obama vs. Clinton.....

Umm....

He can't vote......

Some downtime occurred....

He offered special treatment to my other friend....

She turned it down....

While on the way home....

Me and friend found out our similar experience.....

We laughed....

Other friend sulked....

No Special Treatment For Her.......

Junior Junior

Called me around 11pm,about something that happened 1 month ago.

THE SOMETHING: I went to a pool hall to hang with my Hooters Crew. Turns out Junior was there,wearing this black suit. I was already on the phone talking to Ms.Princess when I arrived. While in convo,he came over,said a few things,we hugged,he went back to his reserved spot.
HIS ISSUE: I didn't do enough. I somehow should've done better....?
MY IRRITATION: Calling me a month later on some bullshit. Thinking he deserves attention/affection/effort and we've never been on a date or dated officially. We shared a kiss....and it wasn't like a kiss that I would change my name over. I wasn't there for him. I don't support PDA or encouragement of weird uncomfortable situations with guys who wear black suits in a pool hall.

I don't support the foolishness. I can't understand why he thought I would get off the phone,or stop drinking my marvelous long island iced tea to stroke his ego or take up time. BOO!

If I would of held off cooking my maple sugar bacon I wouldn't have heard all of the shitty shit coming out of his mouth. Damn me and my attention to food. Might I suggest to everyone to go out and buy some maple sugar bacon....umm!!

ONCE AGAIN, THIS IS NOT SOMEONE I TALK TO OR TEXT. JUST RANDOMNESS HE DECIDED TO COOK UP ON A TUESDAY NIGHT.

Then his idiotic ass called his voicemail,while I'm on the phone,so I could hear a message from Ms.Princess. Um duh, Ms.Priness is my bestfriend,I know all about it. I also know about all the pathetic text messages and phone calls you have sent her even though you know she is dating your homeboi.

It Goes A Little Something Like This....

Been containing a lot of my thoughts inside. I tend to do that, not a good thing I must say. But there have been many changes and bullshit and confusion to where it hasn't been easy to blog.

But let me just spill about the following freaks of nature:

(1) Bottom Lip: thinks he is the man because he knows how to put a sentence together. I mean he thinks that talking the way he does, just makes him fine/sexy/hot/attractive/wanted/needed.....and he was none of those ( I cannot lie he looks good just too skinny). I mean he was so light skinned I thought he was glowing, I mean he was. It wasn't the bacon grease around his mouth, it was just his skin, good skin, just to glowy for me, lol. ANd the fact that I could respond to his creative sentences, just got him all hot bothered. So I played along because I was bored at the IHOP. Talked to him on the phone afterward and I swear I could feel him getting horny thru the phone. And it made me wonder, what females do you talk to? Not happening, I don't support it!

(2) Short Fat Fuck/Shortie Doo Whop: set me up, put me in a horrible situation, and then expected me to continue to give him the time of day. LIke I know I am not the baddest, but I know I am fulfulling a favor by putting up with hotmess. So I say I don't want to talk to him anymore, and he can't accept that. But when I talk to another male, and he finds out, all of a sudden I am horrible, he doesn't want to talk to mme, I am a whore/slut/hoe and so on and so on. Like get a life, wack word usage doesn't hurt my feelings, and I still don't feel bad or want you. Illl (nasty sound) if I have to run into him. I ahven't, and it's been a blessing.

(3) Potential SugarDaddy: I don't know what is going on in his life, but glad he is still in the potential status. He has his hot days and his cold days. Either day it makes me nervous.

(4) Grown Ass Man/Dule: still calls randomly. Will never say he misses me, but will say where have you been, why havn't I heard from you, you just came across my mind, I don't know why I called....and he continues. It's like bullshit, admit it, and since you can't the conversation will remain less that 2minutes. I don't need my feelings getting all in a motion because you decided to give me seconds/minutes of your life. I deserve more and I deserve better.

(5) My Mother: I know it is wrong to call her a freak of nature, but she's been acting freakish lately. I mean her fear of staying in the house and being safe has transferred into fear of Amber's whereabouts. I mean I get calls, her friends are calling. I can't take it! I tried to stay in Houston with her, but she started making me paranoid. I know she went thru a crazy scary experience, but damn her behavior made it more scary. I wasn't tripping about staying there, until when I wen t to sleep and she was coming in my room at least 3-4 times to check on me. Or every noise she shouts out my name. Scary Scary Scary!!! I am going to go home in a couple of weeks, gotta be there for her, but damn I am jumpy in my apt here, TEAR!

(6) My BestFriend: don't know if we are even still friends. I haven't heard from her ever since I said I couldn't afford to go to her Moving Away/Going Away party. I mean the tickets are $100 and that was presale. Then it's an all white party so I would have to get something to wear. That's at least $50 - $100. I said I coudlnt afford it, and I got hit with some rude ass text messages. Tear my life. I was sad that day, because it was like calling out an insecurity. But I talked it out (w/myself), then talked it out with another homegirl to see if I was tripping, watched Lifetime, and realized that even if I had $100 it wouldn't go to a party. I love shoes too much. There are a pair of shoes that I really really want for that price, well a bit nmore expensive. I don't know.

(7) John Mccain: you are too old to run for president.

(8) Kendrick Dennis: how do you know about this blog? I mean you are one FBI/CIA kind of nigga. I just know by the age of 32 you will have killed me or have attempted to kill me. Either way Adam has the rights to write my Lifetime Movie......MOMENT OF TRUTH: The Amber Clark Story LOL. How you still make me laugh and smile....so weird but sweet huh? (Whoa is me, I'm a victim)

(9) Braxton Williams: I want you to forget I existed. NO I didn't call you on my birthday, or check in when I returned to Houston. NO I didn't change my schedule when you got off work. NO NO NO do I owe you anything. And at some point in your life you sould realize that. Still you are my first puppy love.

(10) Jermaine the Lame: for being the type of guy I didn't know I would truly like and be interested in. It sucks how I came to find out he's engaged, and now he isn't, and it's still ill (nasty sound). I know we get along great, have more in common than any other guy I have ever had interest in. I can stay on the phone with him for hours, talking, not just sitting on the phone. He truly makes me laugh, not that fake laugh people hear when they are sucky not funny. I love how I kind of get excited when I hear his ringtone ring, the chance at seeing him, the compliments he dishes out, smiling....But I know we could never be serious, be to weird.

That's about it for right now....Have a great day!

Jermaine...the Lame

Name: Jermaine
Age Range: 25-30
Where I Met Him: Karma
When I Met Him: Last Thursday...Valentines Day
His Style of Dress: Clean, Neat, Fitted, Stylish
What Caught my Attention: His Sunglasses
Outside View: Not flashy, watches people, calm, confident
UpClosePersonal View: friendly, funny, confirmed confidence, great smile

Background:

I don't even know how we started talking, we just did. He was in VIP and I was below with my crew. We had a healthy convo. He wasn't trying to push up on me, tell me what he wanted to do with my body, no foolishness whatsoever. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up for breakfast. The crew thought he was cute and nice, so did I! Well went to IHOP, and he went to another one. So, we didn't meet up.

Friday he wanted to take me out on a date, but it was my bestfriend's birthday weekend, so I told him no...another time. He was cool about it. We started texting later that night, and ended up texting for hours. The next day I was like we shouldve talked on the phone instead of wasting all that time typing. He said he didn't want to call and offend me (it was late), and of course I said I didn't call him because I was just nervous/wack/don't like to make the 1st call, lol.

Sat, a bit better. We talked on the phone. He was at his brother's competition, so we had to end the convo, but resumed it later (learned about eachother like family/lifestyles/interests). I invited him to my bestfriend's party at MBar (Mustang Bar) and got crunk about it. So I made a side note to concentrate on my look for the evening.

He showed up to MBar looking good! We ended up sitting at the bar talking, ordered some drinks, and danced a little. I really enjoyed myself and it seemed like he did too. Again, I must say he is so respectful. Passed out some compliments to me, no out of line touching, no cursing...coming off like a nice package.

Walked me to the car, gave me a hug and a pec, and said he would meet me at whereever we decided to eat. Of course we chose IHOP, another one, and he actually showed up to the right one. We talked...we flirted....BUT.....

I don't remember how he put it, but basically wanted me to go home with him. I said no, let's hook up tomorrow. He seemed disappointed, but not rude or anything like that. We hugged and I left. I went back to my girls house thinking it was a great night, and yea for the guy....BUT.....

HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HIM, TEAR MY LIFE!! We exchanged a few text messages yesterday, that was it. No longer the essays I recieved a couple of days ago. Now using tiny ass phrases. I can tell when someone has lost interest or changed their mind. So he's out.

Analysis:

I guess I didn't give up the goods, so I'm not worth the time. It sucks cuz his packaging was appealing, but he flipped the script on me (and quick I might add). I took a chance on something out of the norm of my taste, and he got me. I am glad I didn't do the "under the table business with him." But my feelings are hurt, well I am just disappointed.

I wish he wouldv'e gave out his real intentions instead of playing "dress up." Neither one of use would've had to waste time, text messages, or time talking on the phone.

Song: think of a lame song.....lol