I Give and I Give

In an obvious effort to satisfy my audience, much like BC’s dizzle related tales satisfy his *eyeroll*, here’s the relationshippy post for the week. It won’t be pretty people. It just won’t. Because really, I have nothing new to say. Nothing besides things going on in my real life and I’ll be darned thrice over if I put my own stuff out here for over-analyzation. Ok, I got it.

On Friday Doc, the one I used to date who isn’t really a doctor but called me Rev, sent me a birthday text. I was touched that he remembered my birthday. Nevermind that he probably just had it in his Outlook calendar. But we haven’t dated in a like 2-3 years I guess. And that’s plenty of time for him to have erased all of my information right? Cus for real, I don’t have his information anymore. But I’ll always remember him for the person he is.

I only remember the people who had an impact on my life. And I think others remember folks in this same way. So I wonder what impact I had on his life. I wonder what impact I’ve had on the entire ‘League’. For this cat, according to him, I restored his faith in women. His divorce papers were filed two weeks after we met. He wasn’t loving women in general at the time. But here comes the Hostess, restoring his faith and making sure he didn’t go from being a down right good human being to a jaded women hater out for self with little regard for anyone else.

Then there’s what I learned from him. While I was restoring his faith, he too was restoring mine. Up until we dated, I hadn’t dated ANY man who never lied. I’m not saying he never ever told a lie. I’m saying he never got caught and I’m led to believe he never lied to me–even when he has something less than pleasant to say. So when I hear people talk about how men are bound to do certain things, I can point back to Doc, and his circle of friends and say, “Naw. Every man isn’t low-down.”

As for the League, I’ve always wanted to be remembered as one who set the standard. And in a more than half of the cases, I know I was. Rememberable, stalkable even. So in your relationships, if they were to end right now, how would your signif remember you?? Would they even remember you?? Hell, would your one-night-stand remember you fondly?? Are you giving your all and raising the bar for how they will be treated if your relationship doesn’t end with death doing y’all apart??