Mommy, Don’t Be A Baggage Handler

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Hey Mommies!!

Okay, so I really thought that it was time for me to dedicate an entire post to a sensitive subject that I’m sure a lot of us women know all about. Regardless of what team you’re representing; single, taken, married, or divorced; you’ve probably discussed it or have been blamed for doing it by a man at some point. And it’s something SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS has coined as “BaGgAgE HaNdLeRs.”

Those of you that kept up with the “WrOnG MiStEr” series, particularly PaRt 2, you would know that I’m not talking about a Samsonite rolling suitcase or a TravelPro carry-on. I’m referring to the emotional and psychological issues that we women “allegedly” carry from one bad break-up or nasty divorce into a new and improved relationship.

First let me say, I can’t speak for every one of you, but I know that I have definitely been responsible for carrying baggage around. In fact, I accumulated a lot of it over the years, and walked away from Continue reading Mommy, Don’t Be A Baggage Handler


Could A Love Uncomplicated Be Race Related?


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Hey ladies and gentlemen!!! So glad you’re back. I decided to start posting SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS later in the day because most of you weren’t able to read the blog until after you got home from work. This way I won’t have to bug people with multiple FB posts and tweets. I always include links to posts at the end, so please check them out, if you haven’t already.

So anyway, “WrOnG MiStEr” Pt. 8 didn’t quite end the way most people expected it to, not even me. I guess when it was all said and done; the story was a lot sadder on paper than it was in reality. Now don’t get me wrong, I was seriously heart-broken when I noticed that things were starting to change between us.

Really, how could MiStEr with all is glorious qualifications–physically attractiveness (body like a chiseled sculpture), cultural diversity (intriguing foreigner with a sexy accent), spirituality (a must for me), academic advancement (three degrees), financial stability (six figure salary)—who was also very loving, attentive, charming and romantic, start off to be such a gentleMANcarrying me over puddles and everything—end up being such a jerk?!?

I knew one thing for sure, after I tried talking to him about it, I wasn’t Continue reading Could A Love Uncomplicated Be Race Related?


Wrong Mister Part 8: The Long Distance Between Us


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Hey ladies (and gentlemen) and all my SMF newbies! I’m excited that you’re back this week. I always appreciate the support. And real quick, if you haven’t already, please check out the other seven WrOnG MiStEr posts to get caught up on this story. The rest of you know what to do.

So, picking up where we left off on Friday, I was finally in a real relationship after a four year, three month long healing, transitional period…others would probably call this a serious drought and that’s cool too. But I had worn my “SiNgLeNeSs” badge with dignity and honor, I have to admit though, it was real nice to finally rock the “TaKeN” one.

And remember, when I told you MiStEr and I would pretty much text and talk to each other every single day, as often as we could, for the Continue reading Wrong Mister Part 8: The Long Distance Between Us


“We are the CHANGE that we seek.” #JusticeforTrayvonMartin

I was reluctant at first, obviously for the following reasons, but when I finally heard the 911 recording, as a mother of a young son myself, my heart raced AND ached simultaneously. My blood literally boiled … I was angry and appalled at the murderer; the obvious injustice; even the operator and her ridiculous line of questioning while Trayvon begged for his life in the background.

Perhaps, the presence of law enforcement on the scene a minute earlier could have changed the course of events or prevented such a senseless, premeditated, racially-motivated assassination of a young, promising life that did not deserve to die.

I really couldn’t wrap my mind around what my ears were hearing. I ended the recording immediately, because I had to really get myself together. And that’s when I realized I needed to pray for Justice for Trayvon Martin and his family.

We ALL can continue to do that. The family definitely needs the collective prayers of communities across this country. But we can also make a difference by visiting: to sign the petition to have the murderer persecuted. Please do!


Wrong Mister Part 7: Remember That Wall I Built?…



Hey ladies and gentlemen!!!!!! You have to excuse my exclamation points, because sometimes they get out of hand. But that’s the only way to really express how excited I am that you’re back or visiting for the first time. Real quick, there are six (6) parts to this series. Please check them out. They’ll get you caught up. And if the newbie’s happen to be wondering what SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS is all about hit “FiRsT StEpS” , it’ll explain everything.  

Again, picking up where we left off. So you already know that the first thing I did on the drive home, after my date with MiStEr, was tell someone. If I hadn’t, I would’ve ended up shouting it from some random rooftop…well maybe not, I mean it was late and I wasn’t that crazy, but I certainly felt this urge to get it out. I really wanted the world to know, but I settled for my bestie instead, and opted to make a phone call.

And let me just tell you, it was a lot of screaming and squealing, the word “girl” being thrown back and forth throughout the entire conversation, and a self-inflicted pinch here and there, to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. I had the bruise on my arm, to remind me later. I really couldn’t believe that I was the leading lady again, in my very own fairytale…which I happened to still believe in despite that thick divorce decree that the judge signed off on four years ago.

Ladies, carrying me over that puddle was…pure romantic genius. If there was any doubt left in my mind about MiStEr—trust me, this is too good to be true, served me notice, complete with neck roll and hand on her hip several times that night—that display of complete and utter gentleMANness cancelled it ALL out.

Now I’m sure some of my male counterparts are reading this and saying, “Oh, that’s all I had to do to get a woman to fall head over hills for me?” And my answer to that is…yes, yes and more yes! But here’s the deal fellas, if you read “WrOnG MiStEr” PaRt 6, you would know that that wasn’t the only thing he did, but it was certainly the most impressive.

SPECIAL REPORT: I am interrupting this regularly scheduled program to inform you that the wasband corrected me on a statement that I made in Wednesday’s post. He insists that he allegedly carried me over the threshold. I’m going to honor his word for the sake of his credibility and retract my statement.

Disclaimer: Please be advised that I am still suspicious of his claim considering I would never forget something that important.  

Okay, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way—I hope you’re happy wasband—let’s get back to the story. So, I got home that night and I was sort of in this blissful trance. I can hear my baby TJ telling me “mom you’re taking it too far right now,” but you have to know, after four years and three months to the date, this right here, had been a loooong time coming.

In the mirror, my eyes beamed with delight at the sight of the smile plastered on my face. My mind ran with thoughts of MiStEr. My heart beat in anticipation. And that night, my dreams replayed the images of our picture-perfect evening into the next morning.

We talked a few times that Saturday as he made rounds to see friends, his very last night in L.A. I would have liked to see him again, but there was a small part of me that preferred for us to leave things exactly how we did. I wasn’t sure if he could top Friday night’s first impression—he could duplicate it maybe–but probably not top it, and I definitely didn’t want anything to ruin it.

That Sunday morning, I awoke to the unusually pleasant sound of my ringing cell phone—unusual in that, I preferred my alarm—but this call was an exception. MiStEr wanted me to know that he had made it to the airport and was getting ready to board the plane. He let me know how much he enjoyed spending time with me and that he would call me when he got home. As promised, he did just and then some. Not only did he call when the plane landed, but he called after he got his bags, on his way home, and later that evening after he had dinner.

And it didn’t stop. Our days, over the course of a couple of weeks went a little something like this; we would text throughout the work day. He would call as soon as he got off of work, Monday – Friday; out of church on Sunday, in between errands; after dinner; AND he made it a point—per my request, and his compliance might I add–to make me the last person he spoke to before he went to bed at night. Aside from God, I was the last thing on his mind at night and the first thing on his mind every morning. Niiice right ladies?

As I got to know him more, I discovered that he was naturally funny. I was always laughing and he had found yet another way to my heart. He enlightened me with his cultural background and upbringing along with his extensive historical knowledge. I admired his intelligence and experience and insight. The more he shared, the more I wanted into his world.

Apparently he had plenty of game changers up his sleeve. One night, while at Chuck E. Cheese with my fam, he called and our conversation took a very interesting turn, after he teased me about the fathers being interested in me, which was really a way to check to see if I was paying attention to the attention being paid to me.

Anyway, I wasn’t expecting what came next. He started asking me in depth questions about my thoughts on marriage, what I expected from a husband; who I would be willing to be as a wife; if I wanted more kids, how many; what would be my role as a mother; what was my position on education for myself and my children; what my short and long term goals were. Obviously, I had similar questions for him. That night, we had a deep convo And the longer we talked, the more I realized that MiStEr wanted into my world just as much as I wanted into his.

We continued to converse, and at the end of our discussion, he asks, “what is it that you want from me?”

“Well, we’ve become good friends. And I hope at some point, we can become more than that, and eventually something serious. Obviously, I’m at a point in my life that I don’t want to do a whole lot of dating, or waste any time in a relationship that doesn’t have the potential to go anywhere,” I continued, I had it all thought out as you can see, “but at the same time I’m in no rush, to get married or anything (my assurance policy for my non ThIrStInEsS),I’m really just following your lead.”

“Well, I don’t want any followas,” he replies.

“Alright, what is it that you want then MiStEr?”

“I want you!” he says quite convincingly.

So you know I was through right?!? Speechless to say the least and my girl Bey described exactly what was happening to me right then and there:

 ♪ ♫ Remember those walls I built? Well, baby they’re tumbling down. And they didn’t even put up a fight. They didn’t even make a sound. ♪ ♫

Now, I’m also convinced that one or two of those bricks may have been responsible for taking my biological clock out, because the pestering tick and annoying tock was finally…gone. And at this point, I felt as if there was nothing else he could do, or show me, or say, to prove exactly how much he cared about me. I was ready to take that next step with him, and that’s exactly what I did.

Were things moving too fast? Possibly, BUT, I figured that we were both real grown and knew exactly what we did and did not want in a relationship, and that is why it was easy for us to progress the way we had.

So you see, as a lot of you have already pointed out, this MiStEr was right from the very start. He had it going on. He was physically attractive, culturally diverse, spiritually attuned, academically advanced, financially stable, and romantically inclined. So why is he in the WrOng MiStEr series, you ask? Well, you’ll find out soon enough. We’re almost there ladies, trust me, we’re almost there.

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Wrong Mister Part 6: Date Night Was Upon Us



Hey S.m.F. fam! So glad you’re back! Those of you that are visiting for the first time, please make sure you check out WrOnG MiStEr series Parts 1-5 to bring you up to speed. The rest of you, follow me.

Where did we leave off? Oh yea, so he called me after 11am the next day, as promised–which was a major check. For the record, I appreciate any man (or person, for that matter) that keeps his word. He asked if I was still interested in going out with him and if Friday worked for me, because he had already made plans to visit friends on Saturday. My response to this question was “yes, of course.”

Apparently this man didn’t know a lot about females and how we worked, okay. I had dreamed about our perfect little date just 11 hours prior to his call. I knew what I was wearing, how my hair was going to look, what perfume I was wearing, everything. I have to say, I liked the gentleman in him though. He didn’t assume anything, which was another check. Alright, I see you MiStEr, all checked out, for now…I was just going to give it a little more time before I ran a background and credit check on him (I’m soooo serious).

He asked me what kind of foods I liked; what did I like to do; if I was into sports or indoor or outdoor activities; whether or not I had any place in particular that I wanted to go…and of course I didn’t. Those that know me know that I’m pretty…uhh…easy going and easy to please. So his questions for someone like me, through me for a loop. I hadn’t had a chance to really think about things that I was interested in doing on a date, besides dinner and a movie. I mean, ideally I would’ve loved a picnic of some sort, I like that kind of stuff, but it was far too romantic at this point, in my opinion.

“Can I think about it, and call you later this evening,” I asked.

“That’s fine,”he said, “so I’ll talk to you later. Looking forward to it.”

I went about my day, obviously thinking about something interesting to do ON MY FIRST DATE!!! And just like that it, it hit me. OMG!!! This was serious AND official. See “WrOnG MiStEr” Pt. 2 had nothing on this guy. And whatever it was I thought we had was short lived and obviously not as important to him as it was to me. So this thing right here, was exciting and overwhelming all at the same time…obviously, not a dream anymore.

I called him back that night and told him that I thought Universal StudiosCity walk would be a great option. We could walk and talk. There were several restaurants, coffee and dessert shops there.

“Well, I was thinking about this restaurant in Culver City,” he said. “Do you like Thai food?”

“Yea, that sounds really good,” I replied.” I hadn’t had Thai before, because I wasn’t that fond of spicy food, although I loved Asian cuisine. But the thought of trying something new and different with him was sort of exciting.

“Okay, so Thai it is,” he said, “The place isn’t all that fancy, so be sure to dress comfortably.”

By the time we discussed the details and ended the call, I had mixed emotions about his suggestion for our date. I didn’t quite know how to feel about him asking me what I wanted to do, me suggesting something (after I had toiled over it all day), and taking it upon himself to make other plans. However, at the same time, MiStEr taking total control of the situation, like a man, was kind of sexy.

Lawd!!! Friday night couldn’t get here fast enough. Surprisingly, I didn’t dream about us that night. I barely slept a wink…my mind refused to listen to my desperate plea for a much needed beauty sleep.

I couldn’t shake the nervous energy that day until I looked at the fly chick in the full body mirror. Oh you fancy huh! I exclaimed. I thought I was doing something in “WrOnG MiStEr” Pt. 4, but I wish you could have seen me that night. Stunning! You couldn’t tell me nothing.

I pulled up to the restaurant and he met me in the parking lot. He looked just as handsome as I had remembered, in his jacket, jeans and casual shoes. We embraced.

“You look very beautiful,”he said.

“Thank you,” I replied, as I walked through the door he held open for me.

This restaurant was very fancy. I wasn’t sure why he said otherwise. The décor was very upscale modern, the lights were dim, and the ambiance was definitely romantic.

He pulled out my chair, we sat and browsed the menus. He suggested some dishes and we ordered. I was so comfortable with him. I wasn’t afraid to eat or laugh or say what was on my mind, and he seemed that way as well. I appreciated that.

“You want to go for a walk?” he asked after the waiter walked away with the bill.

“Sure,” I said,“you didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pay for my dinner. I didn’t expect you to, but thank you.”

“I know, but I wanted to, and you’re welcome,” he said, “I was thinking we could head to Venice beach.”

“That sounds nice,” I replied. I was totally impressed.

Ladies, we strolled the beach that night, at times hand in hand, and other times with our arms wrapped around each other tight, his body shielding me from the breeze off the Pacific. We walked and talked and laughed for hours, caught up into one another, paying no attention to the crowds around us.

“Let’s sit and rest for a while,” he suggested.

He sat down at the concrete picnic table and I sat slightly between his legs as my back rested on his muscular chest. Our eyes admired the beautifully bright lights above our heads in an absolute perfect night sky. The colorful, vibrant lights from the Santa Monica Pier amusement park afar, caught our attention from time to time, as we continued conversations about our past relationships, where we were in life, plans for the future, marriage, religion, kids…I don’t think we left any stone unturned.

He held me and I welcomed a couple of the light sensual kisses he planted on the back of my neck. And the gentle one he left on my lips as we stood to leave.

“It’s getting late, I don’t want to keep you out all night,” he said.

We headed back down the path towards the car. Half way there, we came upon a puddle.

“Are you ready?”He asked.

“Yea, let’s do it,” I thought as I readied myself to jump across the puddle with him. How fun! I thought.

But to my ultimate surprise, he picked me up and carried me over it. I was outdone at that point. I had never had a man do that before, ever. I don’t even think my wasband (I like this word much better. Thank you Ms. Toni Braxton) carried me over the threshold.

At that point, as far as I could tell MiStEr was it. By the time we made it back into the car, to the parking lot of the Thai restaurant, and our lips fused passionately for one last kiss goodbye, I was convinced, if he was wrong, I didn’t want to be right.

Now some of you that are reading will probably tell me that it was much too early to say something like that. But you have to remember, I had a table full of ladies from WrOnG MiStEr Pt. 3 that would approve of this message AND MiStEr wined and dined me (sans the wine), and literally swept me off my feet.

I drove home that night…smitten. At one point, it did dawn on me that he would be leaving in two days. I was still high off of our evening, but a little disappointed because I didn’t want the romance to end. I wondered what was next for us. I’m sure you are too, so please come back Friday, same place, same time.

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Wrong Mister Part 5: The Phone Call


Hey ladies AND gentlemen!!! Sooo here we are again, and I want you to know I appreciate you stopping by. I’m always optimistic that there are a new set of eyes visiting. And as you may know from the title, this is PaRt 5, which means there is a PaRt 1, PaRt 2, PaRt 3, and PaRt 4 to the WrOnG MiStEr series, that you may want to get caught up on, before you go any further. Better yet, just click HoMe and get caught up on what SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS is all about. You can check out how it all got started in FiRsT StEpS.

Picking up where we left off…my bestie waited for my response to his request for my number, but all the pondering I did, for as long as I could, was really to make MiStEr himself wait. I mean, it was only fair considering he didn’t ask for my number at the restaurant, which made me think he wasn’t interested, and ultimately made my heart sink.

I am not kidding you, by the time she sent the reply; it felt like only a millisecond had gone, when my phone rang. “It’s him, isn’t it?!” she squealed, rubbing her match-making hands together in pure delight. I looked at my blackberry display, smiled from ear to ear, and pushed the ignore button. “I can’t talk to him right now, I’m driving,” I said nonchalantly, as my heart raced nervously <~this is probably where my son gets his acting from *takes A bow* now back to the story.

At that moment, in my mind, I was thinking about the two sets of ears in the back of my truck that would have made it their mission impossible to listen in on my conversation. And, I’m not going to lie to you ladies, I was a little nervous to talk to him on the phone. I know…I know…why would I be, when we had such a great conversation with one another the whole day?

I don’t know, maybe that was just it. We talked about everything, what else was left to be said? I was sort of afraid of that. Or maybe, I hadn’t made it this far in the story yet. I was one of those people that had to have things figured out (if not all the way, pretty much so), be two steps ahead, and know exactly where I was going. And as far as I was concerned, we were never going to lay eyes on one another, because he and spokeswoman made me wait for four months. I thought the dream was over.

“Okay girl, well you have to make sure you call him when you get home. And if it’s not too late, call me and let me know how it went.”

“I will,” I replied.

“Ohhhh I’m sooo excited for you girl. You deserve this! You deserve to be happy!” she exclaimed.

I do deserve this, I thought to myself, as we made our way up the congested freeway. I couldn’t help but notice that the stars in the moonlit sky were just as bright as my future had the possibility of being with MiStEr. By the time we made it to my place, I had built up enough nerve to call him back.

“Alright girl, get in that house and call him. Love ya!” She said.

“I’m going to. Love ya back!” I replied as we hugged and said our good-byes.

Resting heavily on my shoulder was my little man b.k.a. TJ a.k.a. my daddy/husband/protector who had passed out on the long ride home. I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t have to worry about him vying for my attention or being nosy.

Ladies, listen, I couldn’t get the key in the door, into the house, out of my make-up and clothes, in and out of the shower, into my pajamas, then bed, and on that phone, fast enough. And, I don’t think I ever saw my new voicemail indicator light up the way it did. Call me crazy, but I think it was just as excited about his call as I was. I dialed 1 and listened:

“Hey Katrina! It’s me. Sorry I didn’t ask for your numba at the restaurant. I didn’t want to put you on the spot in front of all of our family and friends. I had a great time with you today and I would very much like to speak to you on the phone. This is my numba. Please call me as soon as you can. I hope you all made it home safely. Goodbye.”

Ahhhhhh!!! I screamed without making one sound. Not sure how I managed that, but I did. And that accent of his drove me insane! I loved the way he said numba…Ahhhhhh!!!

“Okay…alright…breathe girl…breathe,” I told my giddy self as I pushed the call button.

Now wait, I got so caught up in the story that I forgot to mention that MiStEr was from…well…maybe that’s not important, especially for his sake. And I’m sure you figured out by now, with the accent and all that he wasn’t born in the U.S. So anyway, our conversation that night went a little something like this:


“Hello Ms. Katrina. Thanks so much for returning my call,” he said in just the right turn on, I mean tone. Yes, tone, that’s what I meant ladies.

“You’re welcome. Uh, were you asleep?”

“No, I’m in bed though. Are you just getting home?”

“I’ve been here for a little while. I had to get ready for bed.”

“Oh okay. Well I really enjoyed spending time with you today, at the house and at dinner. I wish we had more time together.”

“Yea, I had a great time too. When are you leaving LA?”

“Sunday. But I was hoping that I could see you again before I leave, if that is alright with you?”

“Yea, that’s fine.”

“Well, what is your schedule like, this week?”

“Oh wow, I’m pretty tied up. But I could probably juggle some things around and open up either Friday or Saturday evening,” I explained. Note: I wasn’t all that busy, but I didn’t want him to think I was ThIrStY.

“Okay well, is it alright if I call you tomorrow so we can discuss it more then? What is a good time for you?”

“Sure. I would like that. TJ has a class around 11. You can call me anytime after that.”

“Perfect. I’m looking forward to the call. Well I don’t want to hold you. You have a good night.”

“You too.”

Ahhhhhh!!! I screamed AGAIN after I hit the end call button. I couldn’t contain the excitement stirring, as you can probably tell from all the screaming that took place internally. And luckily for me, it drowned out the sound of my biological clock d.k.a. the ticking time bomb. Oh and by the way, that “d” stands for dreadfully.

But this felt…well…let me just say I had never met a man like this before…so physically attractive (body like a chiseled sculpture), check; culturally diverse (intriguing foreigner with a sexy accent), check; spiritually attuned (a must, and trust me, I was listening out for that), check; academically advanced (not one, not two, but three degrees), check; AND financially stable (let’s just say, in his career field, I’m sure he was making six figures, I did the research). Not that that was the most important thing to me in all of my SiNgLeNeSs, but it was definitely nice to know and a huge plus, check mate!

I couldn’t wait to talk to him again. He couldn’t wait to see me again. And I can’t wait to tell you how it all unfolded. This is the *in my Tamar Braxton voice*. I love taking you on this journey with me, so please come back around this time on Wednesday. Until then…

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No Haters Allowed

I know we say that we’re motivated by our “haters.” My life is a personal testament to all those people (family & friends & enemies, of course) that told me I couldn’t/shouldn’t do something and why they wouldn’t, BUT I did it big anyway!

However, I’m at a point in my life where I realize I can’t pay attention to “hate,” negative criticism,“ or “projected insecurities,” because I don’t care how motivated, focused, or determined a person may be…those things have the ability to distract, discourage and eat away at you if you constantly subject yourself to it. Trust me I know from personal experience.

So, when I say I’m not paying attention, that means I’m not friending you (in life, on Facebook or twitter), I’m not hanging with you (birds of a feather flock together), I’m not answering my phone, text messages or bbm’s. I made a decision before 2012 rolled in, that I was not allowing “haters” any room in my life. They are harmful to my emotional and mental well-being and self-destructive.

TRUTH: The power of life and death lies in our mouths. Certain people have the power to push you forward or hold you back or even detour you, if you allow them. Key word here is “allow.” From now on, “haters” will not get any of my energy or attention. However, they will definitely get my prayers! The people that LOVE, APPRECIATE, SUPPORT, SEE THE GOOD in what I do, and use it to better themselves or others will get the same reciprocated and all of my attention!

I’d much rather be propelled into my promising future through positivity (which will take me so much further and higher) than be driven by negativity, trying to prove something to my “haters;” the people that could care less if I falter or fail. I’m so done with that! ~Katrina B. xoxo


Wrong Mister Part 4: The Meeting


Hey ladies (and gentlemen) and all the SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS newbies! I didn’t realize I had this much to say in this series, so here we are again. I must admit, my lil’ stories seem to be much more interesting typed out then told. Seriously, when I read this stuff, I’m like who’s this girl?

I’m really through all over again with “WrOnG MiStEr” Pt. 2, he was just disrespectful and I hate that, because he had so much potential. Now, “WrOnG MiStEr” Pt. 3 …well we’ll just see about him won’t we? If you’re in need of the backdrop to the story check out: “WrOnG MiStEr” Pt. 1 first, that will bring you up to speed. The rest of you know what to do.

Where did I leave off? Yea, okay, so by the time we paid our checks and said our goodbyes at the Chinese restaurant, I remember apart of me was extremely optimistic about this guy with the exception of a few qualms. I was taking a big risk with this blind hook-up and possibly not being attracted to him, because I had no idea how he looked. She gave me nothing to work with; no cell phone pics, not even a full name to Google, or a Facebook page to peruse, nothing. All I had was my imagination.

Mind you, my friends all know that I’m not superficial when it comes to a man (although, I’ve not had too bad of a track record in the looks department, in my opinion), I wasn’t expecting him to be an Idris Elba from The Wire, or Laz Alonzo from Jumping the Broom, or even a *Ryan Gosling from Crazy, Stupid, Love (yessss Ryan Gosling, don’t judge me until you see the movie). In fact, I’m more of a brain over brawn model type girl anyway, but dude had to at least be decent enough to look at AND stomach.

Then there was the problem with meeting someone with a different personality or not hitting it off at all. He could bore me half to death or be a total jerk with all of his degrees and accomplishments. And last but not least, there was a slim chance that he wouldn’t be interested in me…okay, so I guess that’s more than a few qualms, and believe me they were definitely starting to fuel my apprehension.

May rolled in and out. June made its way around the corner and July came in with a bang, and I still had nothing … no phone call, email, twitpic … not even a date in the blackberry. I hadn’t heard anything from his spokeswoman either. You don’t meet me for lunch, tell me about a potential that had a lot of the qualifications I was looking for then leave me hanging for months. What was this woman trying to do to me? Tease me? Torture me? Drive me insane? Because, that’s exactly what she was doing.

I was already feeling less than 100% about everything, more like 40-60. 40 being don’t give up, this could be it. 60 being girl, it’s too good to be true, let it go, it’ll never happen. I even remember my gut telling me that this guy wasn’t the one because he lived in another state, probably had no intentions of coming back to California, and I needed to be here.

Oooh and that internal ticking time bomb of mine went, let’s just say, into overdrive. I don’t even know how it could do that. My hormones were seriously imbalanced. My emotions were all over the place, up and down, down and up, they even went left on me sometimes. I cried. I got angry at my ex-husband (I would see red when he came around); because he was the reason I was alone in the first place. I would get myself together, then cry some more. I wanted to be in love again, yet love was for fools.

And remember all that stuff I gave you about self-fulfillment in “SiNgLeNeSs” Pt. 1 and “SiNgLeNeSs” Pt. 2, yea, well, I wasn’t there yet. I was an absolute, total wreck by the time August snuck up on me, which was right around the time I started writing my book, FYI.

But luckily, things did change drastically. A couple weeks in, I had pretty much given up on MiStEr. I was so engrossed in getting my story out of me–a purging, therapeutic, healing process–and ultimately in the hands of readers, that I stopped focusing on him. And just so you know ladies, I was self-fulfilling up by then too. I figured that love, and whoever had it to offer, would come for me sooner or later. I was praying for sooner or maybe real soon, one of the two, it definitely wasn’t later.

So tell me why mister himself popped up in LA, the third week in August for a surprise visit…a surprise visit! Crazy right?! The timing of it all…no one knew he was coming, not even spokeswoman. He flew in on a Sunday and just as she had promised, she arranged for us to meet by that Wednesday.

Now, a whole four months had gone by, he and I hadn’t talked prior to, I hadn’t seen pictures of him, those qualms hadn’t gone anywhere, and frankly I didn’t think he was the one, yet, I was super excited to meet him. Spokeswoman had planned for us to come by her house. He would be there of course along with her and her kids. I was bringing TJ. My bestie and her son would come, and we would all just hang out on neutral ground. Whew! I was totally comfortable with that arrangement vs. that straight up blind date thing that was sure to fail in my mind.

Let me tell you, I was totally cute. My hair, make-up, nails, and toes were on point. I was the epitome of class as always (my flowing tangerine summer dress swept the floor) with a hint of sexy (I knew that dress in particular would reveal my shapely figure from time to time, depending on how the wind blew *winks*). I have to be absolutely honest here ladies, I was really feeling myself that day. Yes! When I walked through the door I imaged that a light from heaven beamed down on me and that melodic ahhhhhh music played when he laid eyes on this…so that last qualm I had, had gone out the door.

We all hugged and greeted one another. Thankfully, I was pleasantly surprised with him. He was charming and polite; had a great smile; was just the right height. She definitely didn’t lie about the athletic muscular body. He wasn’t body-builder muscular, but you could tell he worked out. And Lawd, his chest bulged through his shirt and his biceps and triceps and calves were all rock solid. But I played it cool.

We ate and talked and decided that we would head down to the pool, so the kids could swim. The sun was high in the sky. He and I sat with our legs in the jacuzzi overlooking the Pacific Ocean. We talked and laughed and laughed and talked, just the two of us. He was super smart, never condescending, and had a lot of common sense. I listened intently to intriguing stories he would tell me about growing up in another country. He spoke English very well in addition to five of his country’s native languages. And why oh why did he have an accent?! That in and of itself, was super sexy to me…so you already know.

That night, we all decided to go get something to eat. He and I sat across from one another. It was cute. We were really hitting it off, and by the end of dinner, I bagged up all those qualms and threw them out the window. We walked to the parking structure, hugged and said goodnight. I told him it was nice to meet him. He said the same and valet pulled up with our cars.

“Giiiirl you two really hit it off, I’m so happy for you,” said my bestie. She and I giggled and squealed like two high school girls as we headed northbound on the 405, when it dawned on me, we hadn’t exchanged information. My heart sank a little. “Wait a minute girl,” I said, “if we really hit it off, why didn’t he ask for my number?” “I don’t know, but I’m sure he will. Don’t worry, I could tell he liked you,” she said. Yea, I thought.  “Wait I just got a text, giiiirl he said he didn’t want to put you on the spot in front of everyone at the restaurant, so he’s asking for your number now to call you. Can I give it to him?” I breathed a sigh of relief, and made her wait a few minutes for my “yes, girl, give it to him.”

Ladies, something interesting happened next, but it’s late and it would probably take another three pages to tell you what. So we’re going to pick up where we left off on Monday! I know, I know another cliff hanger…but this story is far from over. So please come back. Same time, same place. Until then…

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Wrong Mister Part 3: The Set-Up


Hey Ladies!! I’m always excited for you to stop by. If you’re visiting SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS for the first time, you should really check out: SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS – “WrOnG MiStEr” Pt. 1 and SiNgLe MoMmY FiLeS – “WrOnG MiStEr” Pt. 2 before you go any further, but it’s totally up to you.

>>>>>Fast forward>>>>> It’s now April 2011, Easter Sunday to be exact. Some friends and I met for lunch after church. We enjoyed our Chinese cuisine and each other’s company as much as we could with all of our kids at the other end of the table.

I was in the middle of confessing that I had relapsed on an old guilty pleasure of mine and had shamefully gone back to watching 16 and Pregnant again. I was obviously hooked on a ridiculously scripted reality show that inadvertently promoted teen pregnancy and gave me the same front row seat in the labor and delivery room that Baby Stories (a more appropriate show with adults) once did. But I did notice this time around I wasn’t shedding as many tears, if any. Perhaps, because I was thinking that having another baby wasn’t as good of an idea without a potential mate/husband–which I was far from getting being off the market and all.

Well anyway, out of the blue, one of the ladies mentioned that they knew a good friend of their family that was single. For a second, in the back of mind, I wondered had she heard that annoying clock of mine blaring away on the inside, because I never mentioned that I was looking for anyone. And then I thought, a friend of a friend has a good friend that she wants to introduce me to…this was exactly what I wanted. I sat up straight in my chair and leaned in. She had my full undivided attention.

“I wish I knew what type of men you’re attracted to,” she said (I’m paraphrasing), “he’s a good-looking guy, in my opinion.” Okay, check, I thought. “He’s very athletic and has this soccer player’s body, very muscular, no body fat. He definitely has a six pack.” Hmm, I murmured out loud by accident. “He has his Ph.D.” Check. “He’s really a genius in his field and he has a great job.” Check. “He’s never been married and doesn’t have kids.” Check and check.

Now, I’ve been told that a lot of times, I wear my expression all over my face. I’ve tried working on that, but I believe, it lit up like a light-bulb, because something definitely sparked on the inside (I would’ve thought then it was the deactivation of my biological alarm from the news of this promising potential, if it wasn’t for the ticking I hear now).

His spokeswoman continued on with more details and I surveyed the table as everyone there; a wife/new mommy and another single mom/my bestie nodded and yes’d in unison. They all knew him personally and vouched for him. Beyonce said Jay-Z had her at Hello. Well…mister (unbeknownst to him) had me at the end of her introduction and their endorsement. I’m one up Bey. Okay, I kid, but I was definitely interested in making his acquaintance. I guess you’re back on the market now, I told myself.

“Well, the only problem is he lives out of town. He used to live here, but he left for a better job opportunity,” she said (still paraphrasing). “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem for me,” I replied. I wasn’t about to let several hundred miles of road between us deter me. It was actually a little relieving to know he wasn’t physically here. In my mind, I figured distance would allow me to take things really, really slow, because I was super busy with my own life–i.e. dual-parenting, dual-schooling, managing, cooking, cleaning, (you get the picture)–that I didn’t have a lot of time to fully invest in a relationship just yet and I couldn’t afford to be totally distracted.

Ladies, by the time she got finished, I could barely contain my excitement. He sounded sooo good on paper and I couldn’t wait to put a face with this resume. Now, one could argue that maybe, just maybe, my anticipation was a tad bit ThIrStY…I got my big girl panties on now, so I’ll admit, when I think back, possibly, considering that I had no idea how this guy looked (What if I wasn’t attracted to him?), what kind of personality he had or if we would hit it off (What if he’s dull or even worse, turned out to be a jerk), or if he would even be interested in moi (What if I wasn’t his type?).

These were all valid questions for someone who had just made herself available again (not even a good 30 minutes) and had never been considered for a blind hook-up/possible date. I didn’t even know how it would turn out. I mean, they never worked out well in any of the movies I saw, never. Plus, I still had a bad taste in my mouth, thanks to WrOnG MiStEr Pt. 2 himself.

Fortunately, I knew me, and the over-thinker, over-analyzer, would pretty much stress herself out with all the possibilities and maybe even talk herself out of meeting the guy before she even got a chance to meet him. I had already begun to do just that at the table after the initial excitement started wearing off and reason started to weigh in.

“When will he be in town?” I asked, figuring if I scheduled something on my blackberry calendar, maybe I would stick to it. “I don’t know. He was here last year, but I’m not sure when he’ll have the time with his new job. I’m going to talk to him about it. When he comes, I’m definitely going to set something up.”

She certainly kept her promise. But, I can’t get into it now, because it’s almost 2 a.m. and I’m already three pages in just telling you how it all began, which is really important. Looks like there will be a part 4 to this interesting story. Bare with me ladies, I doubt that it will disappoint, so please come back Friday, same place, same time, for more. Until then…

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