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Feeling/Not Feeling


• Awesome first dates

• Guys who open EVERY door…and make me believe in chivalry

• Balanced conversation

• Tight hugs

• People calling you back in a timely manner

• French pedicure toes

• The smell of fresh roasted coffee

• My mom 

• Being a total girly-girl yet paradoxically a tomboy.

• The taste of new lipgloss

• Guys who dig my locs

• BBQ ribs…pass the pork!

• Men who can cook (and other than grilling…)

• Love letters...hand written, smelling like cologne... or typed

Not Feeling

• Terrible first dates

• Narcissistic babbling and rambling

• Limp handshakes

• Waiting by the phone ..for THE phone call

• People not returning calls or texts in a timely manner

• Chicks with feet like they are Third World citizens

• Sloppy kisses

• When your “crush” doesn’t have mutual feelings

• Stereotypical ideas and notions about the people of Atlanta (esp. women)

• Guys who ask me “So…when you gonna cut your hair??”

• Filling in for the front desk receptionist (this is way above my pay grade…*smh*)

• The dude who killed chivalry..and the women who allowed it

Tipper and Al separating after 40 years (CMON SON! Just DIE together! *smh*)

• Sleazy text messages


  1. I love these Feeling/Not Feeling segments.

    ITA with no feeling waiting by the phone for THE call, sloppy kisses (*barf*), any kind of negative hair comments, and first dates that suck!!!

    Mmmmmm!!!!! Fresh roasted coffee. Smells sooo good!!!

  2. Who divorces after forty years? A husband and wife who finds that the husband has outside children?

    Too funny @ sleazy text messages. I feel you though.

    Agreed @ Stereotypical ideas and notions about the people of Atlanta (esp. women)

    Hahahaha @ Men who can cook (and other than grilling…)

    Hand written love letters are still the business, I see.


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