<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:00:09.570-05:00</updated><category term='forget'/><category term='masturbation'/><category term='women'/><category term='heat'/><category term='ode'/><category term='bear'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='bitter'/><category term='myself'/><category term='old men'/><category term='megachurch'/><category term='love'/><category term='fucked'/><title type='text'>Single Black Female in the Hollywood of the South</title><subtitle type='html'>Life UNCENSORED</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-4048738394312543789</id><published>2010-07-07T02:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T05:29:58.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whew</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at home crying my eyes out. I have accepted my reality. I sold my house, I changed my last name but I still can't get my shit together. Last night was my 1st night as "Mrs. Bear" we made love for the 1st time with nothing in between us. I stopped taking birth control months ago and he didn't use a condom. I don't know what I was thinking. When he entered all 12 inches inside of me I damn screamed so loud, i am SURE the neighbors heard me. I tried to play the good girl 3role and wouldn't let him get any for the past month. I was in and out of the A working. I am taking a month off from work just to be with Bear. Honeymoon for 3 weeks all over the world andLa take a much needed vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pushed the date of the wedding around so many times and it honestly was the spur of the moment.I called him last Friday and my immediate Family and told them we were getting married on July 5th 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally I can be honest on why I did it so soon. I think I'm pregnant... I know im being deceitful and this ain't no Maury shit. I have been off Birth Control for the past 2 months or so.I took a home pregnancy test and it was positive. Bear always uses condoms, but I told him I wanted to get pregnant right away. I'm not getting younger!!! We have no been having sex since i told him I wanted to get married on July 5. He didn't care! He never wanted a big wedding. But me being the diva had already invest over 10,000 on a wedding that I canceled 3 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go back. Bear proposed on November 13, 2009. We broke up at the end of March, as my house was being closed on by someone else. I was lost and up until June I was sure we would never be together. I was with a few other guys but I never lost sight of the fact that I am in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard me folks, I am in love with Bear. I can't live without out this nigga. As much as it hurts me to know this baby may not be his, I know It that he will raise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better than being married to him. I invited my mommy and daddy, my ssister and brother, his mom and siblings and his boys and we had a wedding in the backyard of our new mansion. it was beautiful and I cried the whole time but now im left confused and hurt and praying. I really want a child but by my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Bear finally took his time, he entered me from the side and slowly stroked until he started touching my gspot with the top of his penis. I can't even count the number of times Bear and I have had sex, but the love we made as husband and wife was irreplacable. He touched my mind, body and soul. And he's all mine. He held me up on the dressor and licked every inch of my walls, my clit and my pussy. I am still amazed at how he took his time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left me for a few hours to do some work but now I can't sleep without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-4048738394312543789?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4048738394312543789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=4048738394312543789&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/4048738394312543789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/4048738394312543789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2010/07/whew.html' title='whew'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-1775618148431995815</id><published>2009-12-16T14:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:06:37.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st time I felt a woman</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a break and Part 3 of the engagment story will premier in a couple days. While I was alone this past weekend and Bear was in NYC I went to Onyx. I love the girls at Onyx but shout out to the Magic City chicks. I don't even think the girls at Onyx even got on the pole! Gigi is my favorite on the pole at Magic but I digress. It made me think of the 1st time I felt a woman. It was when I was 8. At 8, I used to finger my baby sitter's daughter. We would hunch and touch each other after school while my baby sitter was doing what she wasn't supposed to be doing. I grew up alone most of the time. Mom and Dad always worked and when they weren't working they were on their "Date nights" I was left alone with my nanny and her daughter who was 2 years older than me.I grew up the only child at home. My older brother is 15 years older than me and he is still in the damn Airforce all these years later! I haven't seen him in years! You won't get that much of my personal life so thats about it about my family. Back to the story at hand.I get sidetracked easily. I remember feeling the insides of a woman. I know yall are thinking 8?! Who thinks of that then? But I did, I thought boys were cute but I didn't want to see their penis! I wanted to see breasts and such. "Jessica" and I would hunch and finger each other until I was about 12 and she was 14. She then thought what we were doing was "gay" and would constantly taunt me because I would beg her mom to let me sleep in the guest house with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm not gay, honestly and I don't believe it when people say they are "born" gay. I always wanted to touch women,but I later fell in love with men. I personally think all women are attracted to each other, we may not all respond to it but we all love the scent, the feel and the look of each other as women. If you disagree please let me know! Cause I doubt it! Not everyone acts on it but EVERY WOMAN has wanted to touch another woman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that I didn't touch a girl again till I was 18. My freshman year at MIT. I had my 1st lesbian relationship. I took "Callie" home with me and my parents thought she was my best friend. My dad kept looking at her and I laughed so hard when he asked her if she had a boyfriend. Callie said "I have someone I'm in love with and they love me too, but not a boyfriend" After that my mom said we needed to talk. I didn't tell her I was gay, but I did tell her I still liked men. She never questioned me after that but Callie and I broke up soon after and there wasn't a reason I would ever bring a girl home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly this is my advice to women who have questioned their sexuality. Express yourself. It's not "natural" for a woman to be with another woman. Women are naturally attracted to men. But that doesn't mean you should feel weird if you like women or if you ever got turned on by a woman. The 1st time it happened to me,I said "its not way I'm gay" and I'm not gay. I am a woman who likes women. I'm not attracted to all women actually I'm rarely attracted to a woman. However,when I always get what I want when it comes to women and gay, bi, straight, if I want you I will have you. So women, don't feel ashamed that you are attracted to women, go to the strip club, watch lesbian porn(MY PERSONAL FAVORITE) just connect with your womanly side, doesn't mean you are gay, just means you like what you like! I promise your man will enjoy it later! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 of 5 will be coming b4 the end of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I AM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBF ATLANTA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-1775618148431995815?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1775618148431995815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=1775618148431995815&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/1775618148431995815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/1775618148431995815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-time-i-felt-woman.html' title='The 1st time I felt a woman'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-6498734685636644489</id><published>2009-12-10T14:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:16:05.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I bet you are wondering..</title><content type='html'>So I bet all my readers are wondering, wasn't Bear just engaged to some other chick! How did you all get engaged a month later? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well didn't I tell you all &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF PUSSY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women fail to realize the power that we have in between our legs. Erica may have been there for him mentally and emotionally for the last 3 or 4 years but I was the chick that full filled all of his sexually desires. I was the woman he came home to every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advice Moment-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As a woman you should ALWAYS want to be his last and his best. Women who are married or in serious relationships with men, are always quick to fuss, complain and get upset. Please remember, IT'S NOT ALWAYS ABOUT YOU. He is the man and you are the WOman! He is the head and you are the tail. The more you try to boss a man around the more he will leave you alone. I may have multiple degrees, have my own business on top of my corporate career but I've always let Bear think he is more intelligent than me. No, I'm not dumbing myself down for him, I actually am making my life easier. In the 5 years we have been together, we have never argued! I do what I am told, I bring women into the relationship, I cook him dinner, suck his dick and I do whatever freaky shit he wants me to do. More importantly, I keep my mouth closed. He doesn't have to worry about talking on the phone around me, cause I'm a down ass bitch. I don't say shit to anyone or anything. Why do you think I'm so secretive on this blog and on my twitter. If ANYONE knew who Bear really was and that I was semi telling his business. I would be in Fulton County Morgue right now. I'll leave my advice at this. Learn how to please your man and you will ALWAYS get everything you want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to Erica, whenever she came to Atlanta, she would stay in a hotel. Only chick that was allowed to stay in his home was ME! Not his family, not his friends. Just me. I am that Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't ever talk about the future and I never pressured him into a relationship, matter of fact, whenever he wanted to discuss our "future" I changed the subject. I have a Masters in Mechanical Engineering and I'm about to start my Ph.D program next fall. My mom is a Dr and my daddy was a lawyer. What do I look like being in a serious relationship with a 3 time felon? Much less marrying one! But like my momma always told me, you can't control who you love. And I love Bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left that day and we didn't talk for weeks, Erica was in town. I cried for days and I was so lost in trying to move back into my house, straighten things out, travel to Texas etc that I was overwhelmed. I came back to his house and got my other clothes and he was there, talking to her on the phone saying he would be back at the hotel later. I cringed at the thought of him making love to her, when we just did a couple nights before. He heard me come in the house but didn't say shit to me. We hadn't talked in a week and tears were forming. He had never seen me cry other than the day I learned about my home, I wasn't going to show him weakness especially not over him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted the facts it was over and he and Erica were making wedding plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part 3 of 5 (How I got Engaged) Coming Soon&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Then I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBFATLANTA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-6498734685636644489?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6498734685636644489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=6498734685636644489&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/6498734685636644489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/6498734685636644489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-bet-you-are-wondering.html' title='So I bet you are wondering..'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-5863306392149015452</id><published>2009-12-03T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:49:07.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to Business</title><content type='html'>I'm in my hotel room in London waiting on my fiancée to call me. Yes, Fiancée. Bear proposed to me on November 14, 2009 at 10:00pm. Just wait, I will get to that. Let me back up a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 11, 2009. I changed the locks to my house. I changed my number and I overall changed my life. I cut off all my side pieces and I cut off Bear. I was tired. I had been living with Bear for almost a month at this point, but yet every night he did not come home. I was left alone. He would say he was "working" and bring me back food and clothes the next morning or around 4am,but I wasn't satisfied. I had lost so many things in the flood and here was the man I loved NOT giving me any time! In the on and off 5 years we had been together we never said I love you. We never spent time together around family or his boys. I always assumed I was the side chick, his job was his main bitch and he only had love for his money. Where was he those nights when I was home alone? Where was he when I called? Trapping is 1 thing but damn nigga you can't come home at night to warm bed and a wet pussy? I cleaned his house, I washed his clothes and he still did not come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came for me to move back into my condo! I was very excited and more importantly I couldn't wait to get back into my own space. I changed the locks, I changed my numbers, I even changed my alarm code. I was moving on with my life. I called Bear, no answer.. So I broke up with him on his voice mail. He didn't have enough respect for me to come home at night, why should I tell him how I really felt. Truth is, I had fallen in love with Bear and I didn't want to tell him how hurt I was. I had given my all to a man who didn't love me in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week passed and no phone call from Bear. Well he didn't have my number. But of course he could have stopped by or called my office. He knows where I live and knows where I work. If he really cared he would have stopped by to see me. I took myself to New Orleans for the Saints vs Falcons game, flew my mom in for the last two days and reexamined my life. It was time for Maria to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't front though, I met up with an ex chick of mine and I had her moaning so loud the neighbors at her apartment knew she was fucking Maria! I had her sitting on my face and her pussy walls kept shaking on my nose. I will always love pussy, ring or not! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say between then and November 14, 2009. Some things have changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. SBF ATLANTA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-5863306392149015452?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5863306392149015452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=5863306392149015452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5863306392149015452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5863306392149015452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/12/down-to-business.html' title='Down to Business'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-8540050270661521659</id><published>2009-10-05T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:55:01.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've accepted the facts</title><content type='html'>Being with Bear the last couple of weeks has lead to a stronger connection between the two of use. I have learned things about him I had no clue i would ever find out. From his favorite movie to his love of Golf. I found out deep seceret that he never invisioned sharing with anyone. He became my rock in the midst of the flood that was going on! We have started to go in on a deeper level. But my reality is so clear now. He does have a woman he is engaged to. She lives in Boston and is a lawyer and apparently is the woman who got him out of his Federal case a couple of years ago. She has always been his ride or die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he always told me I fullfilled his sexual desires we never discussed anything more, I never spent time at his home and I never took it further than shopping,trips and late nights at strip clubs and my house. He was there to fullfill my needs but not my true wants in having a relationship. We have spent everyday together for almost 2 weeks and it has been great. Not 1 argument, not 1 disagreement. Pure happiness and then last night he broke it down to me. Not that I didn't already "know" he had someone but he never told me. He told me all about Erica. Erica was "the one" and they are getting married next June. I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't a tad bit shocked. I never pictured Bear as the marrying type. He was a good man but he had a lot of flaws and temptations including me. He told me that she lived between here and Boston and the two weeks I have been staying with him she just so happened to be working on a major trial there and wasn't coming back to Atlanta for another week or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally told me the truth. After a year of hotels and shopping sprees he finally told me the truth. My heart was semi crushed but I was happy for the truth. To my girls that had met him he was "my man" to his boys I was "lil mama". We had always been friends to them but they knew really what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing this, my eyes have started to get heavy thinking about last night. I had just invited my homegirl over to give me head, I hadn't had the touch of a woman in weeks and while Bear was off attending to his work, I invited her over. Just as she was eating me out from the back Bear walks in. All 3 of us laughed and to my suprise she invited him to join us. We both went in on her and she was screaming so loud that I had to cover her face. Bear and I work so well as a team. lol When she left she said "when can I do this again" Bear grabbed me and said "My girl aint gonna have no more girlfriends anytime soon" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked and I got silent, for the 1st time ever in our "relationship" he called me his girl. He saw the puzzled look on my face and as my homegirl walked out he kissed me and said "fiancee or not, you will always be my girl" i got so uncomfortable and happy at the sametime, he really wanted to show me he cared. From the clothes he has  bought me to those words, I really have started to get overwhelemed. I can not fall for Bear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time I am&lt;br /&gt;SBF Atlanta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-8540050270661521659?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8540050270661521659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=8540050270661521659&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/8540050270661521659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/8540050270661521659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-accepted-facts.html' title='I&apos;ve accepted the facts'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-7604518404697075019</id><published>2009-10-05T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:33:09.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The flood came</title><content type='html'>As I sit here on my laptop with a warm mug of Coffee I am thankful. Thankful for another day. I lost everything in the Atlanta flood. I lost clothes, my shoes, pictures and everything few and far between. Yes I am used to recieving extravagant gifts, nice trips, expensive clothes and jewels but NOTHING could have prepared me for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bought my townhome 5 years ago, I was living the American dream. 3 years out of college I owned a HOME. It was mine! No man bought it for me, no man even contributed to anything and I purchased it on my own! I was so proud of myself! I had finally went from an apartment to a home! I painted MYSELF, Decorated MYSELF and eventually replaced light fixtures, kitchen items etc. I did it on my own! TOOK classes at Home Depot and Lowes! I was determined to be the epitome of SINGLE BLACK FEMALE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened, I was out of town for the week for work. I was trying to fly back into Atlanta and I couldn't! The lady at the Delta counter said "Maam, I believe its major flooding and rain in Atlanta" I hadn't talked to any of my girls,so I texted a few to find out what was going on. My girl "Lisa" texted me and said "girl its a mess here, you need to get someone to check on your house" So I texted "Bear" in a panic he went to my house and responded with a phone call "Maria, your bottom level of your house is flooded" I stood in the airport with tears in my eyes. This did NOT happen! An hour later my flight boarded, I got my car from the lot and attempted to drive home. I couldn't even get to my neighborhood because there was severe flooding. I spent the night with Bear and only had the 3 suits I had packed from my business trip and 1 pair of jeans. The next morning I was able to get to my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything downstairs was destroyed..Water was up to thighs and my bed was covered in water. There was a window broken, and clothes thrown around. I am sure someone tried to loot my home, however got scared by the alarm. I never recieved a call from my alarm service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wept in "Bear's" arms and he said "Don't worry, I will replace it all" It never crossed my mind if the "things" would get replaced because truth of the matter is, I had faith in myself. I had DONE it all on my own, I could very well do it again. It was the fact that pictures of my grandmother and I in Cuba before she died were ruined, an antique stool she had given me was ruined as well. It wasn't the clothes or the shoes or the carpet or hardwood, it was the memories that couldnt ever be replaced. I packed up some of the clothes that could be salvaged and prepared myself for the days ahead. It has been two weeks and almost everything on the bottom level of my home had to be thrown away. There is still major work to  be done and I know its only the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people at my job heard of my lost, they gave me days off with pay that would not go against my vacation days, held a fundraiser for me and raised almost $3,000 and offered me so many things! I am truly grateful for them. People think I just "have" but I really don't. Yes I own a home, yes I drive a Range and a Benz but I pay for 3 kids to attend college, I pay the mortgage on my mothers house. I don't have alot of "extra" money lying around. My savings are all stored up in 401ks and Mutual Funds, Stocks and Bonds and IRAs. But I'm grateful for everyone especially Bear..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-7604518404697075019?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7604518404697075019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=7604518404697075019&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7604518404697075019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7604518404697075019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/10/flood-came.html' title='The flood came'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-1149341080530301041</id><published>2009-04-29T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:51:38.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good Morning snitches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had such a great last couple of weeks! No Bear, my girlfriends from LA came into town. Core DJ's my boo came into town and another free getaway! Not to mention my job is letting me work from home, to save on Cost! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My married boyfriend had to fly to Texas last weekend, so he asked me to  come with. Of course, I keep trying to cut him off, but I had a flashback to how great the Vitamin D is so I decided, I will NOT turn down a free TRIP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on the plane, going to Texas, he wants to try to see if I can give him head. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why is it that whenever a MARRIED man gets a girlfriend, they thing she will do EVERY fantasy he has ever had?! &lt;/span&gt; I know I am living a fantasy world right now, but still, I don't want to be the chick that has done EVERYTHING. I am saving a couple of 1st for my husband! I won't be giving away all my goods quite yet! So I decline, put on my ipod and fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me the worst look, when we land and I could give a shit less if he cares. I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his wife and I don't care if he is angry. Some shit I JUST am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going to do! So we get to the hotel after getting the rental, and of course he wants some. Its about 10pm their time and Midnight EST. So I am tired, but I knew I was gonna have to give him some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am in the handstand position, he is putting a hurting on me. The D was even more amazing than I remembered from 2 months ago.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; THEN IT HAPPENED&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I got on top. Married is 10 years my senior. So he has a lot more experience than I do. Especially since he has only been married to his wife 5 years. But I somehow was able to shock him! When I climbed on top, he came almost immediately and with me! Whenever he usually comes, he acts like a G and tries to make fun of me for laying there dead to the world. But this time, his face was priceless. He laid there for about 5 min and said "I have NEVER come, when a woman was on top of me, you are dangerous"  I laughed and I didn't take him serious.  I have done that to many a men in my life but never did they admit I was the 1st! I kissed him and said "Baby, that's why you love me, I let you experience things you haven't ever experienced"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we rolled over and went to sleep. Please believe, the rest of the weekend was fantastic. Went to Galleria Mall, bought out BETSEY JOHNSON. Shopped for a couple other things, while he was in meetings and headed back to ATL the next day. I can't wait to see him again, I will be putting a hurting on him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get out the bed, this working from home thing has me LAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBFATLANTA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-1149341080530301041?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1149341080530301041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=1149341080530301041&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/1149341080530301041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/1149341080530301041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawnnn.html' title='Yawnnn'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-5953565553838545220</id><published>2009-04-14T16:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:40:21.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm SICK</title><content type='html'>No seriously. I really think something is wrong with me! My crush is my ex uncle. LOL. No but for real my aunt used to date a guy. I always thought he was so fine. He ended up cheating on my aunt and married the woman he cheated on her with. His kids and I are particularly close, they are al ot younger than me, but they consider me their big cousin. I did their hair back in the day, babysat them, cooked. My aunt couldn't cook a lick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, his youngest daughter is a student @ Spelman, I take her to lunch and shopping often, she tells everyone I am her cousin because I somehow consider her to be, although her father and my aunt no longer date. She told me last week her dad was in town. I haven't seen him in ages, so I met them for dinner. When I tell you he was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FINER THAN HE EVER WAS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a hug and his body was so rock hard. I got a chill through my spin. Of course he is married &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;why me&lt;/span&gt; But later that night I had a dream about him. I had a dream that we were married and everyone wanted to know how he married someone 20 years younger than him. But I was his prize! lol. Too funny. I am hilarious! That man is fine though, if he ever tried to contact me I wouldn't even think twice married or not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T JUDGE ME LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go do some work now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Then I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBF ATLANTA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-5953565553838545220?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5953565553838545220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=5953565553838545220&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5953565553838545220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5953565553838545220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-im-sick.html' title='I think I&apos;m SICK'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-394985583867210344</id><published>2009-04-14T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:59:19.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake or Bed?</title><content type='html'>CAKE OR BED...&lt;br /&gt;A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A&lt;br /&gt;FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HONEY,&lt;br /&gt;COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,&lt;br /&gt;'FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?&lt;br /&gt;DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK SO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE WIFE ASKS,&lt;br /&gt;'WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO WHICH HE REPLIED,&lt;br /&gt;'FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK SO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'FINE', SHE SAYS&lt;br /&gt;'THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS&lt;br /&gt;TO THE FRONT DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO FIX STEPS'.&lt;br /&gt;HE SAYS, 'DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK SO&lt;br /&gt;I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A&lt;br /&gt;COUPLE OF HOURS....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW&lt;br /&gt;HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES&lt;br /&gt;TO GO HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE, HE NOTICES&lt;br /&gt;THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE, HE SEES THE&lt;br /&gt;HALL LIGHT IS WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES&lt;br /&gt;THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HONEY', HE ASKS, 'HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?'&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID, 'WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE AND CRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J UST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND&lt;br /&gt;ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER&lt;br /&gt;GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THE HUSBAND ASKED,&lt;br /&gt;'SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE REPLIED,&lt;br /&gt;'HELLOOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN&lt;br /&gt;ON MY FOREHEAD?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK SO!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; And yall wonder why Men cheat &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-394985583867210344?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/394985583867210344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=394985583867210344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/394985583867210344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/394985583867210344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/04/cake-or-bed.html' title='Cake or Bed?'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-3094822201241399719</id><published>2009-04-13T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:38:15.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megachurch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>I just started exercising on a regular basis. My whole BODY HURTS!!!! omg people what am I going to do! Please help Me! My trainer is gonna kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my trainer is kinda CUTE!! I don't need another obsession with another man! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Easter was great, went to a cookout with Bear and his family. Random and surprising. But he invited me over, and I came! Church was even better! I ended up going to a "megachurch" it is my home church but I haven't been attending in quite some time. I am over the whole "megachurch" feel. It was great though and I saw some my family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My married boyfriend called and said that he will be in town in 2 weeks. I will let you all know how that turns out. I haven't talked to him in weeks, since before LA but he sends me an email or texts me everyday and lets me know I am on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that all is well. No real juicy gossip today. Rain is taking over my ego! Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBFATLANTA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-3094822201241399719?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3094822201241399719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=3094822201241399719&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/3094822201241399719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/3094822201241399719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/04/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-1165115813476031895</id><published>2009-04-09T10:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:02:26.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her&lt;br /&gt;sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give&lt;br /&gt;you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.. If you&lt;br /&gt;give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and&lt;br /&gt;enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready&lt;br /&gt;to receive a ton of shit."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-1165115813476031895?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1165115813476031895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=1165115813476031895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/1165115813476031895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/1165115813476031895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/04/woman.html' title='A Woman'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-2354541909188644648</id><published>2009-04-08T13:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:09:25.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>If i could... Forget Him I would.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SdzlvUg6UfI/AAAAAAAAACI/JYRwOXcRj1c/s1600-h/chanel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SdzlvUg6UfI/AAAAAAAAACI/JYRwOXcRj1c/s320/chanel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322381460768444914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could Forget Bear, I would. I would easily, stop going to the same hair salon, which is next door to his car wash and rim shop. I could move to the other side of town and live in the suburbs. I could do so many things. But a man HAS NEVER made me change my zipcode. So  because of this, I run into him everywhere I go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a week long trip in LA. Sponsored by Bear of course. He left a bag on my doorstep, in it was the Chanel Bag you see pictured. With $500 and a plane ticket to LA. Never has anyone done anything like that for me. I knew it was him, because about 4 months ago, we were in Saks and I told him that I really, really wanted a brown Chanel bag. I even pointed out the 1 I wanted. He knows I have girlfriends in LA, so it was no problem to let them know that in 2 days, I would touchdown into HOLLYWOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here in Atlanta has been super cold and then super warm, so needless to say I was so ready to get into the business of all day warm weather, sandles and endless doses of fashion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him, thanked him and of course he came right back over. The sex was incredible. I really believe I owed myself a decent orgasm after weeks of no sex. He gave me $2000 and said "Make sure you stay in Hollywood" Knowing I could get a hotel room on Orbitz for way cheaper thn $2000 a week, I stacked the bread and went shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F what you heard, I make great money and I take care of myself but I looove some H&amp;M and Papaya! I went crazy in my favorite mall(No its not Lennox) and picked up some Juicy Couture swimsuits and Chanel Sunglasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA was beautiful and I shopped more there! I can't wait till I get another trip there. There really are no details other than, pure drunken hot girl moments, ichat with Bear and walking around the beach alone. It was exactly what I needed. FREE OF CHARGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes were popping bottles and yes, I had a 1 night stand with a known celebrity, whom I date here and there in Atlanta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do just a blind item. This celebrity loves my skin and has a fetish for it. He likes to lick it and rub it for at least 30min before we fuck. I thought it was weird at 1st but his dick is so huge that I let his kinkiness subside in my brain. He knows that I like it rough and pulls my hair, so hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Currently Relapsing* I think he is going to be back in the A next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am wishing Bear was my man, I know he has a girlfriend now, its so evident. I'm Girlfriend #2. For the longest, I was ok with it because he was boyfriend #3 but I wonder, if I get Chanel and all expense paid trips to LA what is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; getting? I cried for an hour on the flight home, thinking about how in love with Bear I am. Only time will tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am....&lt;br /&gt;SBF ATLANTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3IIF9IAQSnU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3IIF9IAQSnU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-2354541909188644648?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2354541909188644648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=2354541909188644648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/2354541909188644648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/2354541909188644648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-could-forget-him-i-would.html' title='If i could... Forget Him I would.'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SdzlvUg6UfI/AAAAAAAAACI/JYRwOXcRj1c/s72-c/chanel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-242493514317385112</id><published>2009-03-19T11:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:11:39.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked'/><title type='text'>An Ode to Myself</title><content type='html'>The world has fucked me in so many ways, till I no longer need a condom. It goes completely raw even if I beg for it not to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No matter how often I make a pledge to get every single dollar that I feel I am worth, from every single dude I fuck, a bitch like me somehow falls in love or decides its NOT WORTH it at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have been in love with only 2 men. Both of which have taught me this one lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;ALWAYS HAVE SOMEONE THAT LOVES YOU MORE THAN YOU LOVE THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Lord loves me and he hears my cry, more importantly he doesn't give a damn if I make dumb promises to you that I can't keep. He wants me to be happy in the end and really thats all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No matter how powerful the hold a man may have on you, its your decision to let him go. If he treats you bad, even if your emotions overflow with love, leave that zero alone. I promise it will only get worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am in the fight of my life, I may be bigger  than my opponent in size but my heart is definitely smaller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am judged everyday of my life, but I know that the biggest judge of them All (Big Baby Jesus) loves me more than he will ever know, so it keeps me fighting for what I think is right, even if you think its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;They say you are what you eat, &lt;/span&gt;so I guess I'm as messed up as I seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Even with the times I have been molested, held against my will and forced to do things I didn't want or need to do, I never consider myself a victim. The Lord said "vengeance" is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The more days I live, the harder it is not to want more, I ask him to enlarge my territory and more and more men come into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Married Men are like baby wipes, they smell so good when you open the pack, but once they are used for their worth they stink just like everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I love myself, really hard, more than anyone could love me, mainly because I talk to myself at least 3 times a day, question every decision I make and rarely understand the point behind my actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I take responsibility for every action, I admit when I'm wrong only to myself and I have a potty mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know the Lord isn't done with me yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-242493514317385112?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/242493514317385112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=242493514317385112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/242493514317385112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/242493514317385112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-myself.html' title='An Ode to Myself'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-9001647791138148815</id><published>2009-03-15T10:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:57:42.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I broke up with Bear</title><content type='html'>Yes, as shocking as it may seem, I gave Bear the pink slip. As shocking as it may shound, I did it to save myself! Yes, he was a great "silent partner" yes he started catching feelings to a degree and yes before I knew it I was too, but it was good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a inckling he had a girl. But I spent every night with him, and I wasn't the least bit concerned. As far as it mattered to me, he was my man and she was the chick on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon weeks went by and I didn't see him. I would text and he wouldn't reply till hours later, but I still didn't trip cause whenever I called he was there for me regardless! Then a month ago I decided that enough was enough and I needed to cut him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean he isn't the real boyfriend type anyway. We always worked around HIS schedule and I wasn't getting fucked on the regular. It was time to let him know that my body didn't belong to him so he could fuck when he wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it felt good! But I still have to see him because we live close by each other and its pretty inevitable. He asked me yesterday, if I would come over tonight. I said no nigga we not fucking anymore!! He got quiet and looked at me crazy! Walked away and came back. Grabbed me and pulled me close and even kissed me in public. Yes that shit turned me on, but to keep it real it showed me what I already knew Bear missed the pussy but he didn't deserve it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on chicks later. Its time to pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am&lt;br /&gt;SBF Atlanta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-9001647791138148815?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/9001647791138148815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=9001647791138148815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/9001647791138148815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/9001647791138148815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-broke-up-with-bear.html' title='Why I broke up with Bear'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-466434213904628115</id><published>2009-03-14T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:39:11.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend is Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-8638085037504254";&lt;br /&gt;/* 728x90, created 1/21/09 */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = "9120584608";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved u. I just never knew how to tell u, from your deep voice to your caramel skin, I always thought one day in the future I would finally come to my senses and let you have the chance you wanted with me. But its 4yrs later and you are very happily married. For the rest of my life I am going to wonder what we could have been like, or even if we didn't work how would it had been to be your woman. The time has passed though and I am glad you are happy. But after 5 years of waiting, the dick was soooo good, I think I caught those feelings all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please note if you came to this blog to judge me, go somewhere! You fucking with the wrong bitch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is.a true story. My new "boyfriend" is married.I knew him before he was married and never paid him attention, it was my own ego! I didn't know that men of his stature were freaks like me! But little did I know its a freak in EVERYONE. We reconnected on Wednesday and were fucking on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All these years I waited and now he is married! Last night,he gave me so many orgasms I can't even count them. He kissed me like he was my man and held me like I have been longing to be held. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Saturday and he is still heavy on my mind! I can't stop thinking what if?! He wants me to stay around! He wants me to be there for him. He even asked me if I would be "faithful" to him! How in the world do I stay faithful to a man that is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man that has never cheated and is paranoid to even text me around anyone. He speaks about his wife like she is an angel and I respect the love they share. But the connection that he and I have is undeniable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only been a couple days since we reconected but I'm heartwrenching because I suddenly am  feeling like I'm making crazy decisions. Yes I'm a ruthless ass bitch who&lt;br /&gt;Usually doesn't catch feelings for anyone. Especially a married man or a silent partner. But in this situation its totally different! I could be married to him if I actually acted like I cared years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stressing it anymore. He says I'm his girlfriend. And that alone shows he cares about me just as much as I do him! He is not going to leave his wife! I'm not a dumb bitch! But the steady flow of guap and dick are keeping my mind at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far in and its only been 3 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i haven't blogged in weeks! Imade a pledge to stop fucking my current line up! They are not worth it! Even Bear got the pinkslip! Its time for men to be on my level. Even if you are just a "fuck" or a silent partner I need u to please me EVERYTIME no laziness!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time(ill be talking about my new roster of women) I am....&lt;br /&gt;SBF Atlanta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-466434213904628115?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/466434213904628115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=466434213904628115&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/466434213904628115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/466434213904628115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-boyfriend-is-married.html' title='My boyfriend is Married'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-5482855613185507910</id><published>2009-02-17T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:56:36.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-8638085037504254"; /* 728x90, created 1/21/09 */ google_ad_slot = "9120584608"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; //--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Well, where do I begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been away far to long.  I really think you guys have started to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MISS ME!!  &lt;/span&gt;Worked has had me SWAMPED! Seriously, I have been working so damn hard, I need a raise and a major VACAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all are dying to know what I did for Valentines Day. Well it was pamper me day! I got my nails, hair, toes, eyebrows, massage that day! Then headed to take myself to lunch! Then after that went to watch the Slam Dunk Contest with my Girls at ATL STATION! It was so much fun! I had too much to drink, I ended up hunching my friend on the way home. BUT AS JAMIE WOULD SAY BLAME IT ON THE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALCOHOL!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mean chick had on a short ass skirt! Can you blame me! I even took my little brothers to dinner on Sunday! They love their big sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear is really about to get CUT! His birthday was last week and I was planning on surprising him. I talked to him earlier in the day and it got later and later, no return call, no return text nothing. So I went right back to Lennox and returned his gift. I was only trying to be nice and get him something, but nigga need to get right, or better yet he just got LEFT.  I know he was with another chick, but seriously we are "silent partners" we know how the other rolls, we know how to deal. But this goes back to him catching feelings, only a nigga that got feelings for you will lie to you like that. He stutters and shit. LOL.. he called me on V-day to say he got me a gift. I went right to his house got my gift and bounced. I haven't had any in weeks but I am more than ok. It feels good to be in control of my own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he has alot going on, but I've learned from being the older sister of 3 brothers that I take care of EVERY MAN I am with. Even a silent partner, I take care of not monetary but in various ways. If I am at Bears house and he has a pile of clothes on the floor, I will wash them. Just because I like taking care of ish. I feel he takes care of me sexually so I return the favor in other ways. Its my downfall alot of the time, but I will be rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to work, I was told the other day, I am on facebook and myspace too much.. SMDH. I worked 60 hours last week. I think I deserve to check my social scene out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBF ATLANTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-5482855613185507910?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5482855613185507910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=5482855613185507910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5482855613185507910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5482855613185507910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/02/longest-hiatus.html' title='Longest Hiatus'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-3389237382893505835</id><published>2009-02-06T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:43:59.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Realist ish I DIDN'T WRITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-8638085037504254"; /* 728x90, created 1/21/09 */ google_ad_slot = "9120584608"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; //--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;So I have been wondering when I'mma get a real boyfriend. But then thats when I snapped back to reality. I don't want the drama. I never used to search but I realized that I'm a snooper once I don't trust you and please believe I DON'T TRUST HIM! After that, I hacked into everything, from Myspace, to emails, to facebook. Lie to me once shame on you, lie to me twice shame on ME! So I always stayed one step ahead of him. Although, in the end he played me. I am happier now I don't have to find out sneaky ways of a damn man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girl left this comment on Necole Bitchie that sums up EXACTLY HOW I FEEL. &lt;strong&gt;"He’s not my man, he’s just my f*ck buddy so that ain't my job to worry about where he been all night. I get the benefits of having a boyfriend (with the great sex, great convo’s and dinner) and the benefits of not having a boyfriend (no drama, no embarrassment, no shared accounts). Which is why I don’t believe that men are the only ones who can benefit from this type of “relationship”. This might sound harsh but hell no I don’t feel guilty for having sex with Josh! I don’t want to take him from her, I just borrow him from time to time. &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, half the time I don't know if my "silent partner" has a gf or not, and more earnestly I don't even give a fuck. I don't feel sorry for the chick either. That's her fault for not checking his ass. Its her fault for not being there for all his needs.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Yes I was always there for my man, but he never liked it when I got thick, he always liked skinny bitches, I tried to starve myself but I'll never be skinny, guess that was the most important thing to him, so he bounced*&lt;/span&gt; But if she handles her business I wont have to worry about him caking with me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a lil game for FREE*THATS RARELY DONE PEOPLE* NIGGAS only TRICK if they AINT GETTING IT AT HOME, THEY WILL HAVE SEX WITH EVERY JANE DOE EVEN IF THE PUSSY IS GOOD*&lt;br /&gt;Which means even if you sucking his dick good,cooking, cleaning, and taking care of his ass and still looking fly he will still have sex with another broad. No its no disrespect to you, its just pussy!  Females need to get the POINT. Bitch its not cause he ain't getting it at home, its because he just wants other pussy. Now if you have the nigga scared he WON'T DO IT. lol.. Have that nigga knowing you will check EVERYTHING and you will do a Jody from Baby Boy and smell his Dick! lol Even if you do that, he still may cheat. lol.. That's just the game and hopefully you know your man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off my soapbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men that are my "silent partner" cake me, meaning spend money on me and I don't care what the hell they do when they are away from me. I got a kiss the other day from Bear just because I'm not always stressing him. What the hell do I need to stress him for? He does EXACTLY what he is told and thats enough for me.  I never feel guilty, I don't know if he has a girl. That's still a big question, but even if he did I don't feel sorry for her, she needs to check that nigga. I'm at his house at least 2 days a week and where the fuck is she? My point EXACTLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, Need to hit some stores so I can go out tonight. Weather is gonna be AWESOME~&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBFAtlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-3389237382893505835?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3389237382893505835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=3389237382893505835&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/3389237382893505835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/3389237382893505835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/02/realist-ish-i-didnt-write.html' title='The Realist ish I DIDN&apos;T WRITE'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-3372172202242055347</id><published>2009-02-04T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:57:22.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 blogs in 1 Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-8638085037504254"; /* 728x90, created 1/21/09 */ google_ad_slot = "9120584608"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; //--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;I have an urge to blog again,  mainly cause I am annoyed at work. I think that the fact that the people at my job treat me like the young and successful slut annoys me. Seriously, they see my pictures with celebs, my courtside tickets to games and my picture blasted around the world wide web, but they have no real clue who I am. Other than, my lil brothers and sisters, I don't talk about my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today a white co-worker named Tiffany *I don't care she won't ever read  this, its her real name* comes up and says," hey sista, who you sleeping with now" I said "excuse me, that is inapporpriate work conversation and its none of your business" She then says "well, I was only kidding, but I love your fur coat, just wondering who you slept with to get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My REAL thought at this moment was "this bitch is way outta line, I like nice shit and  this coat was actually handed down from generations pasts, but how did she even think to think in her brain that I got it from someone" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to her and said "well Tiffany, unlike you, I work hard for every dime, I make her *mind you she may have a higher position than me, but I make more than she does, she doesn't know it though* and I save alot everything I have came from God, so if I'm having sex with him then shoot me!" Of course the lil skinny bitch walked away. I was so appalled. She had the nerve to try me on this day of our Lord.  Bitch is just mad that I have alot of nice things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;insert Louis bags, coach shoes(i think that shit is cheap), Chanel earrings, Juicy Couture etc*&lt;/span&gt; and she always walking around in Wal-Mart shit. I mean I do have tricks, but thats NONE OF HER BUSINESS! Everytime she sees me at a game its Courtside, because her daddy owns a suite we somehow leave work to go to the same places so I guess she thinks I date a NBA player. No boo, I don't have one YET! But when I do MISS. TIFFANY. you will be the 1st to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITCH DON'T FUCKING JUDGE ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBFATLANTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-3372172202242055347?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3372172202242055347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=3372172202242055347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/3372172202242055347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/3372172202242055347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-blogs-in-1-day.html' title='2 blogs in 1 Day'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-7788521703382661276</id><published>2009-02-04T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:09:58.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>All Women aren't bitter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-8638085037504254"; /* 728x90, created 1/21/09 */ google_ad_slot = "9120584608"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; //--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;I am tired of men thinking that all women are bitter! I mean come on people. Not every woman hates your guts! I am one of the women, that even after 100 men have done be dirty I still have faith that I will have a husband that will NOT CHEAT one day. I  know you are probably thinking this chick is doing the most. But seriously, when I am in a committed relationship, I do NOT CHEAT. I stay with the guy, I cook, I clean, I give him head and any and everything else that he may need. I don't look all in his phone or check his social networks. THE  TRUTH ALWAYS COMES OUT!  So you wanna know why I'm still single? PLEASE ANSWER THAT QUESTION for me!? lol.. Moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with someone who I call "Frankie Beverly" yeah he is an old as man, last night. We don't have sex, he just likes to lay under me. I got to his house around 9:30 and this fool fell asleep on me. Don't get me wrong, I love a hard working black man. Yes, he is 43 and works 3 jobs! But damn, can you at least entertain me every once in a while and NOT fall asleep on me! I'm assuming he is lonely. Which is fine cause he is a certified TRICK! Just is there to keep me company. My life is his entertainment. We don't go out in public together and even if we see each other in public he KNOWS not to act like he knows me. His old ass is almost old enough to be my daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Message My ish got messed up and I have no Idea what happened to it, I'm pissed, there is more to this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBF Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-7788521703382661276?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7788521703382661276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=7788521703382661276&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7788521703382661276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7788521703382661276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-women-arent-bitter.html' title='All Women aren&apos;t bitter..'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-5897774312824258427</id><published>2009-01-28T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:46:40.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>Im in Heat</title><content type='html'>I am seriously Horny out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;I ended the great drought of 09 last night when I went to see Urban Trap. However, I think it was way too good! I am feenin again. He had me at work thinking about it all day long. The funny thing is, I told him I was no longer dealing with him. I even did the bitch move and cursed him out. Bottom line, I told him I didn't need another "silent partner" but Urban Trap was not listening to me. He pulled me on top of him. He knows that's my favorite position. How he knows is still a question I have but it doesn't matter, by the 5th O I was exhausted. He has the stamina of an 18 year old so we kept going and going and going. It wasn't "record breaking" and by now I don't brag on "silent partners" but Patna put it down. I was surprised as hell because its very rare that a guy has ME LAID OUT. Especially one that makes me want to fall asleep. He worked me out for at least 45 and fell asleep beside me. I wrapped my body in his and we were gone for hours. Blissful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the ish has me fucked up. Horny little beast is my new damn nickname cause a bitch wants that penis AGAIN. I guess this is what happens when yoou get back serious into the sex game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its kinda late to talk morals. But I don't agree with sleeping with more than 2 people within a week or being active on the regular with more than 2 men at the same time. Yes I am single and yes I date. But I am not a hoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate vibrators. They don't satisfy me. I need a class on how to please myself. As selfish as I am I should be a pro at masturbation. However, I am not. Which is making my heat the worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to eat icing and go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SbfAtlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-8638085037504254";&lt;br /&gt;/* 728x90, created 1/21/09 */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = "9120584608";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-5897774312824258427?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5897774312824258427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=5897774312824258427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5897774312824258427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5897774312824258427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-heat.html' title='Im in Heat'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-7779913646506759983</id><published>2009-01-26T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:15:47.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-8638085037504254"; /* 728x90, created 1/21/09 */ google_ad_slot = "9120584608"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; //--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;It's been 10 days and counting. No penis or vagina. Sorry if that was too graphic but still. I think I am a recovering nympho. I even hit up some old tricks, but its getting harder by the moment.  I don't want anyone but "Bear" he has got ghost all of a sudden. I mean he does text and call and I have seen him, but being with him has been non-exsistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my ego was on a hundred, thousand, trillion! An NBA player came up to me and asked for my number. This is a well known star so, I won't admit his name, but please believe it had me pumped for my girls night! I am happy that all my girlfriends are bi-sexual.  I can be open to them about my sexual desires WITHOUT having to hide what I like. It feels good and even though these chicks had my feet hurting for days later. I had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add to my list of why I hate Atlanta. I was at the club and I see "Urban Trap" and guess who else is there? Three of his ex girlfriends. I felt like ugg. He and I are "silent partners" so yes we were cordial, he hugged and kissed me, but I was looking at him so dumb, because he has screwed half of the A. I am not even the type, to deal with the "knowns" of the A and he knows that. I doubt he knows that I know he screwed all these women. *Shoot me I'm a robocop*  I am officially DONE! YA DIG!! done!! lol.. Now my roster of 3 is gone down to 1.. WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm on day 10 of NOTHING.. I have only 1 person on my roster who isn't even "main" material! SOMEONE HELP ME!!! WHYYY MEEE! I need some new team members.. At least a B team for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil advice for the fellas. Valentines day is coming up, do something different but ALWAYS send flowers to the office! Half my office got flowers last year and I got nothing! Mind you, I was in a VERY COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP! Men do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch up later.. I need to do some work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBF Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-7779913646506759983?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7779913646506759983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=7779913646506759983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7779913646506759983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7779913646506759983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-me.html' title='Why Me'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-524464537113832799</id><published>2009-01-21T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:51:25.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't have left you</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-8638085037504254"; /* 728x90, created 1/21/09 */ google_ad_slot = "9120584608"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; //--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Its been a long time.. Well less than a week but still. I am tripping. I forgot I even had a blog. LOL.. I am trying to do new ish and its not working.  Back to the script. How is everyone doing?! Well I stooped low. This weekend was a bust, so I pulled out an old trick. Yes a trick. What is a trick. A trick is someone who spends money knowing that he/she will receive something back.  Just think Trick or Treat. LOL.. I don't trick but I do treat! Treating in attention and sexual favors is my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to an old treat, I was bored and after a date with "Summer" I decided I needed male attention too.  Summer and I went out for the 1st time on Friday. She is a beautiful bisexual woman who fits my mold(very discreet, beautiful, under 5'5 and professional) she has been bi her whole life and I decided to take her offer up on dinner and drinks. BAD IDEA. Bitch is annoying, all she talks about is the men she has slept with. I don't care about that chick. I care about you and me having a threesome or me and you getting it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to put her at the level of "Talkative" and move right along. She has called me already asking to go out again. I haven't returned any of her calls. Let's just say, I am not interested. So after dealing with another night of a  talking ass chick, I decided to go see my old trick.  "Southern Bred" is a married brother. Yes, I stooped low and I'm not sorry for it. I have been dealing with him since before the separation and a matter of fact, after the separation I cut him off. The whole ordeal got weird. I know, I know, he was one of the few that actually left his wife and then I bounced too. But the thrill was gone. No longer were we secretly texting each other to meet for a random trice(every weekend..lol) it was "baby come over to my new spot downtown" so all my running around the city to the nicest hotels stop and I was forced to visit his new "bachelor pad" a studio apartment in midtown. Go figure I went from balling to average. From then on I haven't dealt with him. But, SBF got lonely, so I called and he was at home(as always). I Swung over to the studio for some mind shattering sex and left 30min later. Needless to say "Southern Bred" couldn't walk let alone talk after it was done.  I walked passed the concierge and got in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;swagga re-up&lt;/span&gt;  HAS TO STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this fool can lay pipe for days, but he didn't full fill my loneliness.  He just knows how to call my name and make me feel good about myself. Makes me feel like I was and still am the baddest chick he ever had, gives me money if needed and I feed his ego. He is a trick and was treated as such! Soon as I left, I called "Bear" to see what he was doing. He was out in the trap but I went home, took a shower and ended up spending the night with him.  He kept asking to get some but I refused, I've done alot of trifling things in my day, but I will not disrespect Bear because he doesn't deserve it! He is my shining star and he deserves me right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this later. I have to go to the salon.. It's my day of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am&lt;br /&gt;SBFATLANTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-524464537113832799?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/524464537113832799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=524464537113832799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/524464537113832799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/524464537113832799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-shouldnt-have-left-you.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t have left you'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-6279167343397303392</id><published>2009-01-16T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:28:16.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Afternoon After....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAWNNN&lt;/span&gt;..... Good Morning Everyone. Yeah I know its like 4pm but I just got up! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. In the words of my favorite Radio Host Ryan Cameron "It's a Friday, It's a Friday It's the End of the week and the last day!, Yo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SBF&lt;/span&gt; its on you, what you gonna do. Well, I'm gone get my club on, I'm gone get my booed up on, I'm gonna get my shopping on, all weekend long! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heyy&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to work. I told my boss I was gonna be late at 9:45(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be here at 8) she still has no idea why I was late, shit I don't either. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I think it was the fact that Mr. Brick Man Himself aka Bear held it down last night and this morning and this afternoon. He continues to catch feelings he was glancing at pictures on my cell phone and asking questions. I said, you are too damn nosey, you need to wait on that!  I'll admit I juiced him up,  I let him kiss me in front of his boys last night. But seriously, he shouldn't have told them I'm his girl when he knows damn well, that I am just his "silent partner" who gives him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;/girl benefits.  He kissed me all night and had me listening to Jamie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Foxx&lt;/span&gt; while I laid on his chest. In the back of my head, I was like I don't slow wind with "silent partners" I only listen to Plies, but I can't front like it didn't feel good! Shoot me, cause he held me and for the 1st time in a while, I felt wanted and needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless,  I don't EVER  miss work unless I'm getting paid or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sickly, he did pay me though, in orgasms!  I had more Os in one session than I have had in weeks.  I think the fact that I have him so open is working out for my benefit. He told me last night "I think its time I started going out with you more often, I be getting so tied up, its time for me to spoil you." Me "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt; I usually don't take dudes out to the club with me, we can go out to eat or something" I was really only saying this because he is the type of guy that hangs out at Platinum 21, Expose, H20 etc. I am more of a Velvet Room and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Luckie&lt;/span&gt; Lounge type of chick.  He then tries to talk about life and what I want, I kind of dozed off after I changed the subject to what was going on in the movie we were watching. Seriously, I don't want him getting more attached then he already is, conversations needs to stick to clothes, food, sex and entertainment Period!  Please don't let me fall for him, because this is day 4 I have spent the night with him and 3 of those days did not involve sex, only holding and kissing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my other "silent partners" who will be called "Urban Trap" has yet to hit me up.  Let me hit you all to a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;insite&lt;/span&gt;. Family Day is Sunday.  If you spend time with a woman on Sunday, it is your girl or your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; etc. Me and "Urban Trap" have NEVER chilled on a Sunday but then he ups and says, come to the house, I wanna see you. Me being the bad chick that I am, got dressed and rushed to his crib to spend the ENTIRE day with him. No phones, no e-mail just me him and every movie I could imagine. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; him. Although he is a Brick Man too, dude is intelligent and actually attended college. Once I groom him, he has boyfriend potential, he hasn't called me since though. I'm thinking I need to tell him I will take him out, with dudes like him you have to learn how to feed into their peeves. Which is usually gold-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;diggin&lt;/span&gt; ass hoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like money and nice things but I work hard for it, if I want you its not usually for the money, it is because you appeal to me in a specific way. It may just be because a girlfriend of mine said you could lay pipe, or it could be cause you make me smile just by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; you. Whatever it is, I have my own reasons I date you and the last reason is dough. Well that is unless you are my "silent partner" "Staples" Dude so rich he could own the entire Staples Company. More on him another day. He is on my shit list, football season is over and I have YET to see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; thinking, damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SBF&lt;/span&gt; is a modern day hoe. But please don't judge me. I just like attention and I like having fun. Just because you are a "silent partner" does NOT mean you and I are engaging in intercourse. Actually, only person that usually gets the business is the 1 person I consider boyfriend material. I kinda played myself and gave "bear" some, but I heard he had the bomb D so I changed it up. I will never regret that, cause he keeps me hungry for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me get back to work. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of shit to do. Its supposed to be FREEZING tonight with degrees in the low teens. I'm going out regardless, alcohol and my girls always warm me up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the moonlight falls&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SBF&lt;/span&gt; Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-8638085037504254";&lt;br /&gt;/* 728x90, created 1/21/09 */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = "9120584608";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-6279167343397303392?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6279167343397303392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=6279167343397303392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/6279167343397303392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/6279167343397303392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/afternoon-after.html' title='The Afternoon After....'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-7080763200579025038</id><published>2009-01-16T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:12:20.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Catches Feelings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SW-u9JtRFfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bS6MV_qZInk/s1600-h/danger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SW-u9JtRFfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bS6MV_qZInk/s320/danger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291640452784657906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Single Black Female that dates in Atlanta and I hate it. I am in my late 20's and I love being single but I hate the stress that comes with it.  Ya see, I am beautiful. I can't walk out the house without someone trying to spit game. It gets annoying especially given the fact that I can't stand for men who are NOT in my class. I can be a stuck up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bitch because I am well, privileged. I went to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HBCU&lt;/span&gt;, graduated at the top of my class, found a career in Computer Science and have stuck with it.  I have my own car and own a home, needless to say I'm what Ne-Yo talked about in his song.  I can be stuck up, but what man likes a woman that is easy to catch? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Certainly&lt;/span&gt;, not any of the men I date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that I don't settle, I just pick what I want. This month and for the last couple of months it has been Bear.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whenever I have had a stressful day at work, Bear is known to give me a good fix me up. He will massage me all over and make every organ in my body scream with excitement. But you see Bear is out of my "class". He makes good money as a "brick man". but he is not the type I can take home to mama. I have learned though, that this type loves women like me. I will cook for him, he will take me to dinner and overall we will have a good time as "secret partners" we know the rules and because he understands the game he gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt; that dudes I just let "date" me don't. Including the threesome and actually being seen out in public with me. The understanding is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing though is that he has become really clingy since the Menage. I'm thinking the situation would really show him I'm not the type he wants to wife, but instead Bear has  been hinting on us dating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exclusively&lt;/span&gt;. Bear doesn't understand the game. He doesn't see that a guy like him could never  be with a girl like me. My type is like the EX: College Educated(post graduate work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt;) A REAL JOB, Multiple banking and saving plans, church going and overall a good boy.  I keep a steady flow of "brick boys" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;full fill&lt;/span&gt; my desires of the fast life, but I never let them wife me. I don't want to have to break it down for him, because once I do, his feelings just might get hurt. But I guess he never understood the game to begin with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that tomorrow, he just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me to come see him and of course I need a pick me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SBF&lt;/span&gt; Atlanta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-7080763200579025038?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7080763200579025038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=7080763200579025038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7080763200579025038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7080763200579025038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/bear-catches-feelings.html' title='Bear Catches Feelings..'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SW-u9JtRFfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bS6MV_qZInk/s72-c/danger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-7515782215625368454</id><published>2009-01-13T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:11:41.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of a Ménage à trois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SW-v7klaU4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kAom7x9MaqQ/s1600-h/3some.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SW-v7klaU4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kAom7x9MaqQ/s320/3some.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291641525151355778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be my biggest fantasy. Me, my man and my woman.  In my dreams I always pictures it as just an earth shattering event where I got pleased in every way possible. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WRONG. &lt;/span&gt;I have had 4 Menage's. Yes, I am a freak, don't read this blog if you don't like it.  None of them have gone right. Don't get me wrong, they have all fueled my passion for all things focused on me, but seriously I think those involved in the threesome should understand the roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently dating a brutha who I will refer to as "Bear"  The very essence of "Bear" is that he is a freak. Point blank period. Bear can have me hemmed up on a wall floating on the goodness that is brown dick.  Bear and I are what I like to call "silent partners" he does for me and I do for him. Truth be told Bear isn't even the boyfriend type, but I have kept him around for so long because he can work my  body like its his full-time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since day one I have wanted to take it to the next step with Bear. Usually that means, a Menage. So when a girlfriend of mine whom I will call "Talkative" decided she wanted to come into town, I peeped him to the idea. Of course he was all in and I set up the encounter. The ish went as planned until Talkative decided she wanted to coach the entire time. I put my hand over her mouth and said "boo, I fuck him on the regular, we don't need a coach, we need a teamate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya see, Talkative didn't understand the rules or the Art of the Menage. If you follow the rules, EVERYONE will come out happy.  She didn't understand that when she came into the situation that she needed to shut the hell up, and get fucked. PERIOD.  I have been involved with Talkative in the past and yes, I knew the bitch talked to much , but I assumed after the 5 shots of Petron she would have just hushed and enjoyed the ride. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept talking and trying to coach and did NOT want to have sex with Bear. I want to know what is the point of coming to a Menage if you aren't going to enjoy every aspect? Why tease? She let me feel her up, let him feel her up but when it was time for the tool to enter she said no. I was so blown. Half of the Menage is watching and touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I'm putting up my access to the Menage until I can get a party who is down for everything.  I did get pleased at the end of the day, but I wanted more. Can you blame me though?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-7515782215625368454?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7515782215625368454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=7515782215625368454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7515782215625368454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/7515782215625368454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-of-mnage-trois.html' title='The Art of a Ménage à trois'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SW-v7klaU4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kAom7x9MaqQ/s72-c/3some.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173366555240420331.post-5049623719430782105</id><published>2009-01-10T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:10:47.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can say I'm an unofficial blogger. I read blogs most of the day and none of them really appeal &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to me. You ask why? I will tell you over the course of my blog.  In short I am an anonymous Single Black Female living, working and loving in Black Hollywood. My life has always been the entertainment of others. So, I have decided to blog. Follow me, I promise you will be in for a Crazy and Wet Ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SBF ATLANTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173366555240420331-5049623719430782105?l=sbfatlanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5049623719430782105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173366555240420331&amp;postID=5049623719430782105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5049623719430782105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173366555240420331/posts/default/5049623719430782105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbfatlanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-introduce-myself.html' title='Let me introduce myself'/><author><name>Single Black Female in the A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05303762069483036852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odXCXVqzPl8/SfhlNLHjuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/_vGntmOxqjQ/S220/danger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
