Monday, March 24, 2008
Morning Edition - 3/24/08
Are You Ready To Hang Up That Jersey?
I don’t consider myself a player, but even at the ripe age of 38-years old, I don’t have a problem meeting folks. As BD and I sort-out our issues and I ponder whether we’re ready to take this into the ‘forever’ everyone thinks of, I hung out with my friends and hit the scene. With no intention of meeting anyone or even looking at anything; just throwing back a few brews with my boyz. The vultures smell the scent of blood – the one running from my aching heart. From the moment I checked my coat there was one Busta or another hittin’ up, smiling, winking and talkin’ mad smack. I’m grown folks people…the sight of a pretty piece of ass doesn’t quite turn my head when I’m debating whether I should consider investing the rest of my life with a man that has anchored my heart with all that I feel relevant and important. BD and I have talked throughout the day since Friday and there is no mistaking that we love each other more than anything. So as I toss around the question of whether BD can make the changes necessary to make us an infinite powerhouse, I return from a night out and the men who tried pushin’ up and know in my heart that he is my love…he is the man who makes me take off the club attire and lay naked in my bed thinking of him. I run my fingers across my body and feel his hands touching me as he always does. I curl into a fetal position and rest my hands on the heart that beats for him. While most of my friends see me as the player that can’t be bothered and would be hard-pressed to allow myself to be tethered to one man, BD is my anchor. He is the man that fills me with all that is real and true. It’s a hard decision to make and I’m looking to BD to see if he can bring us over the finish line of the dating race? Will BD hold to his word and resolve the issues that made me question our team? I don’t know, but I do know that thanks to him this player is ready to hang up his jersey. See the game is fun, but there’s something more important than the occasional win or even the MVP status that comes from feeling that you were lucky enough to pull off wins into your mature years. A winning team is a greater prize than the star player that finds himself worn by the game.
Are you ready to hang up that jersey?
Keep passin’ the open windows…