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Just Skip Dessert


I was talking with my friend/blogmate (lol) Cee...and reading one of her blogs (which ended up on her status on Facebook).


In it she said:


"If a man won't make you the main course.....then don't lie down and be dessert. Dessert is the last meal of the evening you choose whether or not to have...the meal you eat before you go home. The cheapest meal of the evening. The meal you sneak when you are on a diet."


Let me also add....dessert...the gooey, sticky, sinful sweetness.....is the thing that you eat and feel guilty that you even ate it. It's often empty calories..void of any nutritional value. It doesn't enhance your lift if it's the only thing that you eat that day. And if all you had in your life was dessert...you'd be DISeased....diabetic...and lacking life sustaining value....and I'm not dessert! And I don't WANT "just dessert". I want the full course meal...


Ironically, the yesterday I was texting a dude I"ll call " Rampant Texter" (because well..after an "interlude"..he texts me like crazy..all the time..it's rather "stalkerish" ) And I told him I was eating a brownie from Chic-Fil-A (a vendor perk at work). He said.."Hmm...tasty....you remind me of a brownie". I was instantly brought back to that quote. I said.."How's that? Because I'm brown and nutty? Or because I'm sweet and sinfully rich?" *insert sarcastic look here* He goes.."It's definitely because you are sweet, decadent, rich and sinful...the cocoa cure...."


*BARF*


...I instantly erased his texts after that..... All we had was "sweet, sinful moments..." I don't want that for myself anymore. (Then he had the nerve to use a Maxwell quote...jerk! LOL)



Ladies..I encourage you not to be dessert anymore. Allow yourself to be the main course. Allow a man to savor you....and then be that sweet cherry (pun intended) on the top of his life.




Thanks Cee (and your auntie) for this quote. You have NO IDEA how this spoke to me and my life...for real. That one little line was so profound to me....


I hope it was profound for you

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  1. I love that dessert/main course analogy. It's so perfect!!!

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  2. yeah man, definitely a lesson to be passed down to daughters!

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