Southern Hospitality

So, I'm sitting here in the airport in Charlotte, North Carolina, waiting for my connecting flight to Atlanta.  I had a huge argument with my father, and I just need some time away from him.  I think that arguments with him, my only remaining parent, make me miss my mother SO MUCH MORE.  I try to accept who is he, but sometimes it seems we could have a better relationship from afar.  So, I'm going to spend some time with my aunt (my mother's sister).  She is someone who has always been a supportive and encouraging individual, and she is the closest thing I have to a mother figure, which I will admittedly say I need.  I like to think of her as a spunkier and more radical version of my mother, lol... She is the youngest of her two siblings so maybe that's what it is.  Either way, I love her, and her 14 year old daughter is a minnie me! 

Of course as soon as I sit down, what do I hear blaring in my ears?  "Flight .... to TORONTO now boarding."  For a second, I actually thought about hopping on that flight and surprising the ex.  But back to reality... 

Just some quick thoughts since my few minutes in Charlotte.  Boy did I forget what good looking Southern brothas were like!  The brother's here are just neater looking.  Just a little shinier or something - like a newly shined shoe.  Whereas brothas in NYC are well... like a gym shoe.  Sorry guys (well then step it up!).  Whenever I visit places outside of the Northeast where Blacks have seemingly retained more of their culture (like the South and the Caribbean), I notice the caliber of brotha is just higher.  I know this is part of what attracted my mother to Mississippi.  

Of course, everyone is neater looking that New Yorkers.  Overall we tend to be a sloppy bunch.  Not to toot my own horn (but why not), but I already caught several stares from good looking brothas (older and younger) here.  Can't wait to get to Atlanta, lol.  I always hear Atlanta has this huge gay men population and that may be true.  But I know the times that I've been there I saw plenty of straight black men and they saw me.  I don't know, I tend to not get caught up in stigmas like, "Atlanta is the gay capital" or "Black women have no one to date". It's sort of silly.  In everyday life, we pass plenty of eligible people.  I know if I responded to every man I got hit on by, I could easily be married by now.  But I'm looking for quality and not just any ole body... and what I've realized is that not any ole black man can handle me.  There is a strain in all of the Black women on my mother's side (my grandmother, mother, aunt, and myself) of having a SHARP tongue and a very quick thinking mind.  A lot of men can't handle that, but many can.  I like my genes, because it ensures that whoever I settle down with will have to be a strong, confident, secure, supportive, and clear black man.

Anyway, let me go so I can use the rest of my battery life on another website.  


Toodles!