Now I gotta deal with the okey-doke!!

WOMEN WHERE IS YOUR SELF RESPECT AND DIGNITY

I am not hating on anyone. I just wish all these so called independent ladies would stop the games and realize that it is not cute to prance around selling their pussy to get the shoes or a new hand bag. Have you heard of Hard work!!!

So I was just thinking, about these tricks out here making it bad for the respectable sistahs! They use men and treat them like garbage and forget they have feelings.

Picture this: She walks into the club with her low rise J-Lo jeans on (that are not really made for sistah’s with ample bottoms, but that’s another story) with her thong showing. She parades around the room, making even the most respectful gentleman turn his head. She’s eyeing her prey. No man is exempt. Not even that brother with that platinum band on his left hand. Swaying through the crowded room, she feels a smack on her rear that makes her jelly shake. She turns to eye the culprit who’s expecting a reprimanding but receives a giggle and a smile. Wait! Her jam comes on. She let’s Lil’ Jon instruct her to get low, get low, get low, get low. Suddenly she has an audience. After the song is over, she pulls her jeans up and one of her lustful spectators grabs her and leads her to the bar for a drink.

My girls and I are watching in disgust as this chick commands the room and even gets a drink out of it. The guy is looking at me like “Why should I waste my time talking to you only to get a number, then have to take you out on a date before I can even get a kiss? I’ve already seen the “Thong Girl’s” goods and will bet you a dime to my dollar that I could hit tonight." "Good question," I say.

Ladies, why would a brother want to go the high route for a companion when we have women out here that don’t even respect themselves? When we demand a little respect, we are a stuck-up bitch!! A few women have taken the respect out of the dating game. I’m not a hater. Do what you must, but not at my expense. In the above scenario there’s one predator and three victims:

Predator – Thong girl. Slithering through the club setting a standard that is going to be hard for the “Real Women” to break.

Victim #1 – The guy that slapped her butt. She’s inadvertently created a monster. Because she didn’t reprimand him for disrespecting her, now he thinks that he can do that to everyone. So when I walk through the crowd and he touches my ample (anti-J-Lo jean) bottom and I knock his ass out, I’m wrong.

Victim#2 – The brotha that escorts her to the bar after her stripper-like impromptu dance. He has booty goggles on, his mind is set on nothing less than getting some. Therefore any self-respecting woman has lost a chance at a dance, a drink or anything else. You might be saying “Why would a self-respecting woman want this brotha?” but you have to understand he’s under the influence of that tiny triangle. He just may be a decent bloke, when he’s sober.

Victim #3- The woman with her self-respect stamped on her head like a “I’m not like her!” sign. Which leaves her with two options, either succumb to the fact that she’ll be dancing with her girls, buying her own drinks or in a fight with a brother who thinks that he can convert her into “thong girl”!

By the actions of a few chicks that don’t present themselves like ladies, the value of a stable relationship has slipped down a few rungs. Now don’t get it twisted! That brotha damn sure ain’t taking “thong girl” home to meet Mama. Let the truth be known, a brotha wants a hoe in the bedroom and a wife in public. So she might get a few house calls after that night but nothing worth any value. She realizes too late that no man wants to walk into a club and everyone knows his woman and her favorite booty-shaking dance. She envisions a picket fence and 2.5 kids as she waits by the phone. Not knowing that all of that flew out the window when she walked into the club with that little triangle on her lower back, for all to see.

So where does this leave us “wifey material” women, you ask? Well, I hate to tell you but we just have to hang in there with our heads held high. Don’t sacrifice your self worth for a few minutes of fame. If you don’t respect yourself then how can you expect someone else to? Tap your friend on her shoulder when she’s had one too many apple martinis and is slipping! We’re in this thing together. Eventually the brothers wake up and separate the hoes from the real women. Once the smoke clears you’ll be standing with your self- respect intact. Ladies, you can get love, romance and respect if you love yourself first.