Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Getting Away With Murder





I hadn’t really been keeping up with the Casey Anthony trial but I did watch the verdict. I also watched the responses to the verdict on Facebook and Twitter which were clearly contrary to what was rendered. I, somehow, found a way to draw a parallel between the spit decision and my dating life. Bear with me. I’m going somewhere with this.



This Casey Anthony case has me wondering: Why do some people seem to get away with murder while others get life sentences for the same crimes? The law makes provisions for various degrees and intent but when it’s all said and done, murder is murder, right?



In the Anthony’s case, it can be argued that she got off because of her gender, her race, and/or the amount of money put into the case (around $4 million, paid for mostly by Florida tax payers, BAM!) The bottom line is that the jury could not ascertain that, beyond a shadow of doubt, that Casey killed her baby based on the evidence provided to them. Let me break it down for you “so it can forever and consistently be broke.” (That’s a line from Love Jones.)



When it comes to dating, people (I) tend to put up with all types, colors and smells of manure from certain individuals for the most peculiar reasons; reasons, so blatant but shameful to admit. So, why is it that some people get away with murder when others are put away for lesser offences? Here’s why.



1. They’re attractive. When I say ‘attractive’ I mean the person gets a pass on being a bunghole because they are physically attractive, popular, have some sort of notoriety, a lil more money. He or she is a ‘good look’ on paper and you’ve been waiting for a ‘come up’. Don’t allow anyone to get away with treating you like crap because of what you feel they can do for you in the long run because in the long run you will find yourself exhausted , regretful and guarded to the ones who would have never treated you badly in the first place. In other words, don’t be so afraid, or so insecure that you don’t call people on their malarkey. Take them off that pedestal and put yourself up there. You’re worth it.



2. You settle because everyone has flaws and you're going to have to deal with something at some point. This is true. However, there is a difference between patience and wishful thinking. Some things, when you count up the cost, are not worth your time, comfort, tears, money, or sanity! Assess what those things are and hold everyone accountable to the same standards. Be patient, realizing that everyone won’t meet those standards and remain hopeful because someone will.



3. There is not enough concrete evidence. Casey wasn’t convicted because the prosecution’s case (and the public’s case) against her was all passion with not enough evidence. This is where the wishful thinking or the ‘here say’ comes in. We get caught up in the newness, passion and what others think of a situation but we fail to get the evidence we need to convict; or, the evidence is simply not there—it’s all ‘hear say’. Have they proven that they are ‘the one’? Have they proven themselves to be loyal, trustworthy, able to handle your emotions, sensitive to your needs? Or have they just been interesting, fun to be around and great in bed? Think about it.



4. You choose to ignore what evidence is right in front of you. I know this sounds a bit contrary to my previous point but, listen. People get away with murder in relationships (friendships, professional, dating, monogamous) because they can—because you, I, we LET THEM. I can’t say undoubtedly that Casey Anthony killed her child. Only a handful of people and God know for sure. I do believe there was some foul play involved. It’s that feeling, that inkling, that intuition that we choose to ignore for the sake of reasons 1 & 2. Something’s not right. You know he’s not ready to commit to one person, let alone to you who he just met 25 days ago, but you go ‘all in’ and place those expectations on him anyway. You know she has extreme emotional issues, but you write it off as her being a woman and ‘women just trip like that sometimes’. Stop it!!! If it’s one thing that I have learned it’s that one has to be self confident and whole before they can carry on a meaningful relationship with someone else. And, when you do get to that place of wholeness and self assurance, don’t assume that other people are in the same place just because they are putting themselves out there. They could be doing what you were doing at one point, fooling themselves.



So how do you keep the criminals off the streets of your heart? That’s another blog entry for another day so… stay tuned. If you have a suggestion, please do leave a comment.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

It's Not Easy Being Cheesy

It’s a long story. I was approached by this particular guy at a new rooftop spot I decided to try. Now I don’t know if he was lying or not (leaning towards lying) but he opened with, “You look familiar.”

Yeah, ok.

After we settled on the fact that we had never crossed paths before, he got to the point. “Can a young man take you out to dinner sometime?” Sure. And we exchanged numbers. Two days later he picked me up in his Infiniti G37 and took me back to his place so he could cook dinner. He gave me some story about how he recently had to report his credit card stolen because he racked up a tab over $1000 at the spot we met, to no fault of his own. That’s why he was going to cook for me instead of taking me out.

I put my girls on alert just in case I needed reinforcements.

When I got into the car, I noticed that the “young man” looked older than I had remembered. I mean, it was dark when I met him. Turns out he was 43. I’m 29. Yeah.

Cheesy strike #1 During the ride to his house he mentioned that he was trying something new and wanted my opinion on it. Sure. He then pulled out this calendar of himself, shirtless in every picture, acting out some theme appropriate for each month. The poor quality of the photos, his “fine for an old dude/jailhouse fine” body and stern facial expressions made the decision for me: This is going nowhere.

Cheesy strike #2. The recently divorced, computer forensics specialist then proceeded to ask me a series of in-depth, mind boggling questions that in my opinion don’t really get to the heart of the person you’re trying to get to know. I indulged him. “I’m trying to advance in my career, thinking about moving, marriage, kids, blah, blah, blah.” He, not even listening, cuts me off and asks to see my hand. I’m thinking he’s going to try and read my lifeline so I offered my hand, palm side up. No!! He flips my hand over and kisses it. He caught me off guard because it wasn’t a regular, sweet kiss on the hand. It was a wet, ‘seductive’ kiss. I felt his tongue… ON MY HAND!

Ok
, I just threw up in my mouth thinking about it. Excuse me while I get a sip of water. ………………………….........................................................................

I’m back. I told you this was a long story. Here’s the second half.

45 minutes later we, get to his house. He starts cooking dinner while I catch up on Single Ladies. While the chicken is baking he puts on a movie: Battle Los Angeles—pretty good movie, but not a good first date movie.

Cheesy Strike #2.5. So, we’re sitting. There’s space between us but his hand is on my lower back. Next thing I know, he’s looking at me. I slowly turned my head and smiled and ask him what was up. I was hoping he was going to start a good conversation since we hadn’t really talked for the hour and a half we had already spent together. He says, “Nothing. I just like looking at you.”

I shrugged and went back to watching the movie. Lame.

Cheesy Strike #3. He’s still looking at me. Then he asks, “Can I tell you something?” Sure. Please, tell me something.

He then leans in and gives me this deep, wet, old grandpa kiss on my cheek as if he’s trying to let me know what I’d be in for if I were to let him….

It totally reminded me of the time my grandmother tried to kiss me on the mouth when she was eating tuna and crackers. I dodged the bullet by turning my head but I got a little relish on my cheek in the process. Yeah. Ewww.

I wish I could have seen my own reaction to his attempt to be seductive. Inside, I was grossed out but also wanted to LOL at his cheesy, lame attempt to… I don’t even know what he was trying to do.

As SOON as the movie went off I asked him to take me home. He seemed shocked that I wanted to leave at 8 PM but he did what I asked. An hour later I was in the comfort of my own home dishing via text to all my girls that I had put on alert earlier.

I have been on the serious tip when it comes to dating because I would like to be in a serious relationship. However, my being serious or direct about what I want does not mean I don't want to have fun in the process. That date reminded of just how much I value the light, fun side of dating because I experienced neither lightness nor fun that evening.

I refuse to blame it on his age. My parents are older than he is and they are silly as hell. That’s where I get my silliness from. I don’t think the Big Cheese smiled one time and the only time I laughed was while I was watching Golden Girls as I waited for him to take me home. He didn't get my jokes. He didn't tell any jokes.

A guy friend suggested that I just tell him but.... I'll just leave that up to the next woman. I'm sure somebody will like him, just the way he is--with extra cheese.