Sex and The Southern Belle

I was out with a friend (strictly platonic) this weekend having a marvelous lunch. He’s in a fairly new relationship and I guess he is thinking about taking it to the next level with his lady friend. I was all giddy and he was asking me questions about marriage, divorce and post-divorce. He was quite candid actually. He said he took issue with the way his lady friend carried on with her ex-fiancé. He found them far too close to be carrying on that way- the intimate calls, wanting to be BFF’s, texts all times of the night, hanging late night, etc. I nodded my head and understood what he meant. If he’s thinking about proposing, then surely that behavior just won’t do. He was genuine and concerned. “What are the RULES for this??” While I assured him that ex’s can be friends without anything more, there have to be some ground rules in place when you are in a NEW relationship. It took me back to a time when I was married and how the stuff that people did (Well…FRIENDS of my ex husban...

I've always been a good cook. No. A GREAT cook . I come from a long line of cooks in my family: Southern women who could whip up just about anything. From peach cobblers to the best pot of collard greens to even stir-fry...my family has great cooks (men included. My uncle Sonny and my cousin Ant are EXCELLENT cooks!). I think the greatest compliment I ever got was from my parents. My mother said "I know I fry pretty good chicken but,baby, your chicken is WAY better than mine!". My dad smiled and nodded his head in agreement. When I was married, nothing fulfilled me more than to see my husband with a full belly and a smile on his face. When the food was good, I could practically get him to do anything. (LOL). I love to host parties and try new recipes. I watch Food Network all the time and I even collect cookbooks and belong to a recipe-exchange club. I try as often as I can to release my inner Julia/B.Smith/Martha Stewart/Barefoot Contessa (LOL). I recently hosted a Game ...

I’m in love…. And he's fine ya'll...I mean...so fine. He has this amazing smile...one dimple in his left cheek....perfectly faded haircut with the sharpest edge-up. His goatee is coal black, and just shaped up to perfection. He always smells amazing. He has this skin so smooth...sort of this caramel-butterscotch-cocoa mix. His eyes are big and brown...not overly big...just bright. He doesn't have any children. He is a professional and educated man. He's humble to a fault, loving and giving....He takes me on the most amazing and creative dates. Flowers for no reason. He can cook. We are talking G. Garvin good.....and he has the most infectious laugh. He's thick. He has an ass you can bounce a quarter off of (esp. in his boxer briefs).....and yes ladies, he's HUNG. OMG! The bedroom action ranks up there with the best I've ever had....he's incredible... I mean...just last night...we made love on my dining room table.... He's smart and funny. And reads m...

With my divorce on 9 months behind me, I am sitting here thinking about me and what it means to be single again. What lessons do I need to glean from being married...what lessons can I take with me into being single? One lesson I learned was to ALWAYS trust your instincts. I had my doubts about things and was very instinctive about them...and without a doubt...they did not fail me. I think instinct is merely God showing you the way....the truth...and the light. Be specific about WHO it is you want. I think maybe I was too general.........I shoulda been specific about who I wanted as a mate. I also learned that whoever a person shows you to be....is the absolute truth. You can try and paint a picture in your mind about them...but they already showed you who they are....so... I also learned that love is not enough. A marriage takes planning, preparation, financial and emotional discipline......and spiritual guidance. I learned that I am on God's time table. Apparently this all was pl...