<?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-93599986084963809</id><updated>2012-02-03T18:21:33.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>always-b-free</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-3134694829857176191</id><published>2009-05-05T21:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:36:08.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>The rain, the clouds, those dark nights.  They make me think of what has been and what I dont need.  The wind, the cold, the frost bite.  Makes me think of the warmth you bring tonight.  The daylight, the ocean breeze, the sunset.  It puts me at peace, where im most at home.  The moon, the stars, that fresh midnight air.  It makes me feel open to whats to come.  Im finding myself going through a change in barometric pressures, humidity increasing, temperatures rising, my winds are gusting and nature at its best.  I feel myself...changing seasons, could you be the reason?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-3134694829857176191?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3134694829857176191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=3134694829857176191' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/3134694829857176191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/3134694829857176191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-3376502814203951795</id><published>2009-03-21T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:56:03.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>When will it be easier? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year as my birthday approaches I find myself living with a bittersweet happiness.  You see in 1999 my world fell apart.  My brother was moving for college and he was my road dog, my partner in crime.  If he got caught doing something I knew it was just a matter of time before I would be questioned lol.  Ohhh the good ole days.  99 was also the year when my parents would divorce.  Almost 18 years of living with both parents, some can't say that.  But the thing is a long time doesn't make it the best time.  Folks weren't happy so things worked out for the better.  My father did some dumb shit but he was and still is my father and I love him for that.  The thing is that during this divorce my grandmother (moms mom) didn't like how things were playing out so she always had a few things to say about my dad.  I didn't like them.  I was torn.  Do I defend my father who had much room for improvement or do I stand by my grandmother who was ALWAYS there when you needed her.  The pressure built up and I had to choose.  One day grandma called and started talking about Dad on the phone and before I knew it I was at my boiling point.  Those of you who have seen me there, know its not a great place for me to be or for u to be around!  I hung up the phone on grandma.... She called right back but caller ID told me who was calling so I didn't answer.  The thing about that night is I never knew that would be the last night I would ever speak to my grandmother again.  The next day my grandma was rushed to the hospital and after 2 weeks of being in Intensive Care in a coma she was removed from all the life support equipment and "made comfortable" she was then pronounced dead March 19, 1999 just 5 days before my birthday.  1999 was not my year, days after her funeral I totalled my car.  Happy birthday to me right?  As I write this and reflect on all the events and shed a tear or two (what? I'm human!!) I realize that I still have my brother, my parents are still my parents just living in 2 different houses, I have a much better car now, but my grandma is gone...  I miss her terribly and it hurts.  I've grown to learn that life is short, love is powerful, and life is for the living.  We should never take for granted the love we have in our lives because what you think is here to stay could be taken away instantly.  I love those of you who are a part of my life.  Thanks for reading, this was probably the hardest post I've ever done but I did it in hope of beginning a healing process.  It starts today now go love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-3376502814203951795?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3376502814203951795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=3376502814203951795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/3376502814203951795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/3376502814203951795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-2262777301547330555</id><published>2009-02-27T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:33:58.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo?</title><content type='html'>The journey continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things were going well...and after quite a few weeks of spending quality time, disaster strikes.  I dont know why it worked out this way but it is what it is.  I find myself thinking a lot about how our situation wrapped up.  A dinner that was fit for Kings, a great movie, and a warm embrace then sealed with a kiss.  Thats how our last evening went.  We spoke later that evening and all seemed well.  We did our good morning hellos and all seemed well then....shit i dont know what happened either.  I made a call, few hours later I sent a text, few hours later another call and now im looking around like Where's Waldo?  We didnt have an argument, i didn't Chris Brown you, so WTF is the issue?  My lil shorty has disappeared...  I have not been one to wish bad on people but the only scenario that would truly validate this disappearance is death or dismemberment so u cant text lol.  Its weird, very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wondering why these cats always talkin about this idea of the king they want in their life and then when they get it, they arent ready for it.  But ive come to know this game all too well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the step by step way it usually plays:  &lt;br /&gt;1) He fucks up in some way, shape, or form&lt;br /&gt;2) Time will pass and he will realize how good he had it&lt;br /&gt;3) A little more time will pass as he gobbles up that humble pie and swallows his pride&lt;br /&gt;4) My phone will ring and i will answer to hear the voice on the other end eventually saying something about "I've missed you" "you just ran across my mind" "I was wondering what you've been up to" etc&lt;br /&gt;5) I will answer to all those statements oh ive been well, life is great etc etc&lt;br /&gt;6) We will hang up the phone&lt;br /&gt;7) A text comes in "i'd love to start over"&lt;br /&gt;8) Then I become the bad guy because im not a fan of second chances.  I think its an Aries thing.  Maybe I really do move on too fast.  Oh well lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to start selling T-shirts and button downs only for sale to the brothas who are ready for something serious.  So they will be identifiable and I can move forward lol.  Submit your size requests here for pre-orders&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-2262777301547330555?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2262777301547330555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=2262777301547330555' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/2262777301547330555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/2262777301547330555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheres-waldo.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo?'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-405649131948553636</id><published>2009-01-08T01:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:35:31.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Had Me At Hello</title><content type='html'>When i walked in and saw you our eyes spoke before we ever had the chance to.  They introduced themselves and gave a peak into our respective souls.  Sending signals to each other as well as ourselves.  Mine told my brain that we need to make that happen.  Nah not on no freak shit but on the deeper level.  Im talking deep like the titanic kinda deep.  The gathering was a tad mediocre but the opportunity to meet you was well worth it.  Something in me wanted to jump the gun and get at you but my swag too cool for that.  So i spoke, you spoke, i smiled, you smiled, i sat and you continued your conversation.  I didnt trip cause again, my swag too cool for that.  Fate had already set it up.  I saw you about to escape the mediocrity, i wanted to chase you but nah i didnt need to.  If it was meant to be we'd meet up again.  20 minutes passes and i escape as well.  On to make my next move.  10 minutes later, im parked at the corner not sure if i wanna go in or not.  Im looking out the window at my surroundings making sure i was cool leaving my ride there and through the crosswalk there you are.  I think to myself, wellllllllll guess im goin on inside.  It was like a bright yellow highlighter drawn across my night because you were the highlight.  Could you be all that i think you are?  The journey continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-405649131948553636?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/405649131948553636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=405649131948553636' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/405649131948553636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/405649131948553636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-had-me-at-hello.html' title='You Had Me At Hello'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-946277611652301398</id><published>2008-10-13T12:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:36:00.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O-M-G! You done lost yo mutha****** mind!</title><content type='html'>What do these kids think about before they act, talk, or text?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many different ways to say it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off his rocker&lt;br /&gt;Elevator doesnt go to the top floor&lt;br /&gt;Not the brightest star  in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Not the sharpest knife in the drawer&lt;br /&gt;Not the brightest crayon in the box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days it seems like im experiencing so many people who have such incomplete processes before they decide to do something.  Its weird and I surely cant be alone in this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor #1 - Big Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice young man, good head on his shoulders and all that.  We met at a party some time back and have maintained a friendship and good conversation.  He lives in another state so thats about all there is.  So out of the blue I get the, "ohhh I wanna see you so bad, im gonna come to Atlanta" line.  Im like ok that sounds cool, we can hang out, grab dinner, etc.  And hes like yeah I just found a ticket for $320 so when I get there ill just get $160 from you and we'll be cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say I was sending for you?  Did I say "ohhh you should come visit me"?  Hell naw.  What makes you think you can volunteer my money without my approval...NEXT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor #2 - Baseball Fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a nice young man, good head...on his shoulders.  Grad school student, motivated etc.  So you call yourself wanting to get to know me.  Fine by me, im not involved in anything committed at this point.  So we're talking on the phone and a call beeps in and he says "hold on".  So I hold and he clicks back over and is like "well the dude i've been kinda seeing is in the parking lot so i'm gonna call you when he leaves."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive: +  50 points&lt;br /&gt;Honesty: + 100 points&lt;br /&gt;Conversation: + 100 points&lt;br /&gt;Personality: + 100 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to make me the other guy, and be&lt;br /&gt;the one on the back burner: &lt;strong&gt;MINUS ALL of them damn points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor #3 - Papi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've known each other for a while, lots of sexual tension between us.  I think at one point if left alone in a room for an extended period of time, many calories would be burned and we would both leave with our skin having that "glow" on it.  It would...have been, hot.  Papi and I both met someone cool around the same time and did our own thing but we continued to be friends.  So I saw Papi's boo out quite a few times without Papi and was like hmmmm that aint gonna last long at all.  SO why when someones relationship fails do they think they can just make a phone call and just pickup where things left off?  So now hes askin when I can come visit and chill or when he can come visit and chill.  So because your situation didnt work out im supposed to jump at the chance to chill with you again?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boi Stop!!  I can't be that other guy, its not the position im interviewing for.  My resume has been retracted from that database and its time for me to keep it movin.  the economy is down and your timing is off.  NEXT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor #4 - Persistent Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So "ex boo" is apparently tryin to keep Sprint and T-Mobile in business in this slow economy.  He is making sure that the networks continue to transfer calls fromt he T-Mob network to the all PCS giant.  He calls I answer, we talk.  He calls, I answer, we talk.  I dont think there is anything wrong with speaking because as adults I think you should be able to do that with someone youve dated.  If you can lay in a bed with someone and share intimate moments and you later cant even be cordial then I say shame on you!  Well it's about to be SHAME On ME!  Remember that song Bug-a-Boo?  Yeah if I had a pager still I would have thrown it out the window by now lol.  Well most recently I get a text at 1 in the morning.  And they say the only thing open from 12am - 3am is the Waffle House and some legs.  So im being cordial with this 1am text and then I get the invite to come over and "chill"  really?!  Chill at 1am?  Boi stop!!  Im no Einstein but Ray Charles could see the motive behind that one.  He was tryna make it do what it do baby lol.  So I decline that invitation and bid a good night.  The next morning im told "Oh you got me confused!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You askin me to come to your house at 1am and I decline the invitation and I'VE got you confused?  This chile done fell off the rocker.  WTF do I look like?  This aint no CoCo Dorms and i am not Breon.  Tryna text some Dick 2 Door by Delivery or somethin.  Im not the one.  So I reply back, since I have you confused I know how to proceed since I know where this is going, and thas by ending communication.  I am a grown, professional.  I dont have time for this.  If we gone be cool, lets be that but we dont need bitterness and all to get involved.  Now you wanna leave messages...but I got you confused?  NEXT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do with these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i crazy or do more people do this kind of stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the bright crayons found?  I'm ready to color  DAYUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-946277611652301398?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/946277611652301398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=946277611652301398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/946277611652301398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/946277611652301398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-m-g-you-done-lost-yo-mutha-mind.html' title='O-M-G! You done lost yo mutha****** mind!'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-2406566831254163427</id><published>2008-09-09T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:58:55.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Stop Callin Me</title><content type='html'>So new boo is no mo lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i spoke about in my last few posts id been seeing someone new and was ohhhh so excited.  Things were going well until that oh so enlightening night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started as one of those calls on my way home where i would check in with my future, who id been datinig for about 5 months or so, and catch up on the days events and see what was what.  We talked about any and everything, it was the sound of the voice that mattered more than the subject... or so i thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had a good day, got my car washed (yall dont know how i am about my car; when my ride is dirty theres a storm coming or going any other time she sparkles lol)and I have a nice lil slow mix cd i made playin softly in the background.  So were talkin and talkin and you know the rule 'Dont ask what you dont want the answer to' and then i asked "Baby when was the last time you had sex?" and baby replies with a chuckle and a slight gasp, one of those where you been caught off guard.  So im like awwww shit this is gonna be good &lt;strong&gt;*mutes the radio*&lt;/strong&gt; and i begin to listen because i know whatever baby is about to tell me at that point is going to be entertaining.  "Ahmmm you really want to know the truth to that?"  And im like "Hell yeah I want to know"..."Umm like 2 weeks ago"...I think i swerved in my lane a lil bit and then respond "Ok, i really appreciate your being honest with me, it means a lot to me."  A moment of silence passes as who i thought was my future is thinking of a way to clean up or justify the actions all the while i am driving down the road ejecting the slow jam cd and inserting the Trina - Still Da Baddest album.  What track did i go to you might ask, I'm Single Again...back on the prowl lol.  After my song cues up with the intro i kindly say "well im going to take some time to myself now, have a good evening and we'll speak later...at some point".  "Baby can we talk about this and let me explain?"  "I said at some point we will talk, goodnight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that folks expect it to be ok for them to do them but then when they slip up youre supposed to be the desperate one who will turn the other cheek and let that ride?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAWWWW not me.  My self-worth is extreme and i couldnt let that one slide.  Now youre questioning why im being distant and not calling like i used to.  If you cant figure that out then its best that i let ya go now because you are not as smart as i thought you were to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody had an experience like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think about what to do for a few days first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give a second chance? Third?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a few weeks and we talked, i said my part.  Im cool on baby boy.  Our paths have crossed a few times since and im always cordial and greet with a hug but my emotions are now void.  Am i wrong?  Baby boy keeps callin and texting liek things are the same but they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would yall do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-2406566831254163427?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2406566831254163427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=2406566831254163427' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/2406566831254163427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/2406566831254163427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2008/09/bitch-stop-callin-me.html' title='Bitch Stop Callin Me'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-1972702062753791012</id><published>2008-08-13T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:24:11.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating dot dot dot</title><content type='html'>My mind is just out there right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like when im doin my single thing that the good ones are hard to find.  You just do you and think that maybe you'll run across a catch and no luck.  Then all of a sudden you do find one and its like all the others come out of hiding and flock to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been consistently dating someone for about 5 months or so and all has been going well.  But in these past 5 months about 5 people have pursued me.  And im not talkin about on no physical lets get it crackin type thing but on some, i wanna make you mine, husband, boo-ed up type stuff.  It's flattering to an extent but then i know what im worth so thats how it should be anyway when they are trying to get at me.  Should i expect that for every month that goes on that another will add themselves to my list, like month 6 there will be 6 month 7 there will be 7 and so on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG its crazy!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this dating thing work?  If you are dating one particular person for a certain amount of time but there has been no discussion of exclusivity, do you continue to entertain the others?  You cant assume that the other is all about you cause we know what it means to Assume lol.  Do you "put all your eggs in one basket"?  How the hell is this dating thing supposed to work?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im an Aries, i need attention.  Not overly but i require to be admired lol.  Not always physical but i need that affirmation.  its weird but so what lol.  What should i do?  What would you do?  What would Oprah do?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me Confused Calvin cause i dont know lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert feedback here lol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-1972702062753791012?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1972702062753791012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=1972702062753791012' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/1972702062753791012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/1972702062753791012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2008/08/dating-dot-dot-dot.html' title='Dating dot dot dot'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-3579889065864422123</id><published>2008-05-06T00:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:49:57.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>So i keep falling off LOL but im tryin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a birthday at the end of March and im at that prime age of 26.  Young enough to know the right car to buy yet grown enough not to put rims on it!!!  LOL just to catch yall up on whats been going on in a few words beore bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Party at a lounge in Midtown ATL ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surrounded by my closest friends and i had a blast.  I learned that each year my age gets higher, so does my alcohol tolerance.  My peeps had me tore up and i was still goin.  I was so happy to have my mom come and join me for the festivities and now many see where i get such great skin and good looks from lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Doe ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after having his name withheld for so long i took matters into my own hand.  Through due diligence, i got the information that id been so patiently waiting on.  The only thing is i didnt get it form him, i had to work my inspector gadget abilities.  But the thing is after i got his real name, i still just wanted him to tell it to me.  It was like the next step for us to grow that he so sincerely resisted.  So i told him i knew, he got mad, and then i dont remember what else he said because i more or less just tuned him out.  I realized that as hard as i tried, it just wasnt the right season for him.  We agreed to be friends but then he said he couldnt just be my friend so....no further contact withhim.  Its a lil different ending than im used to but thats the way the cookie crumbles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming News ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about leaving my company and i think they could sense it.  In the midst of my search for a new position they hit me with the "P" word.  Yup im in the beginning stages of a promotion os thats new and exciting.  Im not sure what is to come but im excited nonetheless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends, who introduced me to Boo, is being deployed to Iraq to fight in this war over some shit that aint even ours.  I've been feelin some kinda way about that lately.  Just over a year left and he'll be back home!!!  Im already planning the next party.  Im not usually a super emotional guy.  The last time i cried was in 2003 and the time before that was in 1999.  This weekend i hosted friends at my house for a BBQ and farewell party and in trying to tell my bestfriend/brother how i felt i started crying.  It was somethin else and having a room full of people starin at you while you got tears runnin down your face is not fun lol.  I'll get through it, we'll get through it.  I cant wait till 2009 summer when my buddy gets back home!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently dating a new gentleman so thats really cool.  Things are going well.  Very VERY slow and i kinda like it.  Its a new way of doin things, takes a lil adjusting but its worth it for sure.  This feels like the one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im heading to Miami (what?! the trip was planned before i met him!) for Memorial Day.  Im not sure how to feel.  All the temptation will be there but im in a deep like right now with Boo!  We dont wanna mess this up so yall pray for me puhlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes the updates of whats goin on in my world!  See you all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-3579889065864422123?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3579889065864422123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=3579889065864422123' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/3579889065864422123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/3579889065864422123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2008/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-8732901765912944131</id><published>2008-02-20T17:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:03:58.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin Some Kinda Way</title><content type='html'>So this blog is my update to previos blog about John Doe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to date and to see each other.  When we are together I have some of the greatest times i can remember having on a date.  The touch, the smell of the skin, the softness of the lips, it all is so great to me.  Physically this is my type of person for real!  I mean body is right for me, hugs feel great, affection......yall get my point. The issue for me is that while i called myself trying to give an Ultimatum, "tell me your name or im leaving you" i didnt go through with it!  Why?  Because I was really feeling him *sigh* and still am.  Its rare for me to talk about who im spending a lot of my time with to family and friends because i dont want it to be a curse or something lol.  Also i didnt want to lose having a good person in my life.  I really believed and still do think that he is a great guy, handsome as hell, genuine.  But i think he's been burned and burned bad.  I feel like their are underlying insecurities that should be discussed but i ont want it to come across as an attack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about previous relationships and there was a justification on the name thing so i held out for a bit longer but it still remained an issue but i just decided to put my patience to the test.  Outside of the name thing it seemed like things were going really well until one day i started thinking.  Maybe he doesnt trust me or that who ever preceeded me was a person of such caliber that the dating scenario had been tarnished for him so bad that if i wanted any additional info that i needed to be the KNight in shining armor riding the White Horse in a fresh pair of air Force Ones lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought again and maybe this is where it makes the most sense for me.  Our beliefs on trust were different.  In getting to know someone, i give trust until you give me a reason not to while he believes trust is earned.  Now im not Naive with my trust like "oh hes so great im gonna let him take my ATM card and get us some money for dinner".  I aint no fool but trust like if were going to become an item then certain things are worth knowing and sharing especially when your potential mate expresses their concern about them.  So now i sit feeling some kind of way because i enjoyed the time we spent together but was tired of fighting when we were apart.  I feel like the root of a lot of my issues were because i didnt feel like i was trusted.  Is it so much that i know his name...nah but its the principle that you are keeping it from me.  To me trust is like solid ground, its extremely hard to build something amazing without that foundation in tact if that makes sense. Does it?  I must admit i really do like him and care a lot about him but im not sure what to do next.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions for you.....&lt;br /&gt;When dating someone new, what is your stance on trust?  Do you give until there is a reason not to?  Do they earn "trust" points until theyve reached 100 of them?  Where would you go from here?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks In Advance for the input&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-8732901765912944131?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8732901765912944131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=8732901765912944131' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/8732901765912944131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/8732901765912944131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/feelin-some-kinda-way.html' title='Feelin Some Kinda Way'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-719812369538635327</id><published>2008-02-01T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:16:45.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Time</title><content type='html'>These are a couple articles that i read and found interesting.  I don't mind feedback but i dont need the Negative Nancy attitudes.  Thanks punkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is more important to understand than to be understood."  (Bill Russell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARTICLE 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS FLASH ! &lt;br /&gt;Hillary Was AGAINST the Civil Rights Act of 1964 &lt;br /&gt;While a Republican and "Goldwater Girl" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know and appreciate that Barack Obama has taken the &lt;br /&gt;high road, but as a black man it is important to me&lt;br /&gt;that we all know the TRUTH about Hillary. Read&lt;br /&gt;This.....THEN SPREAD THE WORD !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A March 12, 2007 article written by acclaimed&lt;br /&gt;Washington columnist Robert Novak sheds a very &lt;br /&gt;revealing light on the true sentiment of Hillary&lt;br /&gt;Clinton during the peak of the Civil Rights Movement.&lt;br /&gt;Clinton recently was found to have minimized the great&lt;br /&gt;and monumental strides taken by Dr. Martin Luther King &lt;br /&gt;Jr. by stating that it was Lyndon B. Johnson, then&lt;br /&gt;president, who should receive the credit for the civil&lt;br /&gt;rights progress including the Civil Rights Act of 1964. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to attract black support Hillary Clinton &lt;br /&gt;regularly shares her 'civil rights experience' during&lt;br /&gt;every speech given to black audiences. Novak write s of&lt;br /&gt;one such speech at Selma's First Baptist Church on the&lt;br /&gt;42nd anniversary of the "bloody Sunday" freedom march &lt;br /&gt;there, where Sen. Clinton declared: "As a young woman,&lt;br /&gt;I had the great privilege of hearing Dr. King speak in&lt;br /&gt;Chicago. The year was 1963. My youth minister from our&lt;br /&gt;church took a few of us down on a cold January night &lt;br /&gt;to hear [King]. . . . And he called on us, he&lt;br /&gt;challenged us that evening to stay awake during the&lt;br /&gt;great revolution that the civil rights pioneers were&lt;br /&gt;waging on behalf of a more perfect union." But Novak's &lt;br /&gt;article states that there's a big problem with her&lt;br /&gt;statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, in 1963, not only was Hillary Clinton a&lt;br /&gt;republican, but she was also a staunch supporter of&lt;br /&gt;republican Senator Barry Goldwater, well known as a &lt;br /&gt;segregationist and one of the most vocal senators&lt;br /&gt;adamently against the passing of the Civil Rights Act&lt;br /&gt;of 1964, which is why he lost in his presidential bid&lt;br /&gt;to Lyndon B. J o hnson. Novak writes "...how then could &lt;br /&gt;she be a 'Goldwater Girl' in the next year's&lt;br /&gt;presidential election?" He continues, "...she&lt;br /&gt;described herself in her memoirs as 'an active Young&lt;br /&gt;Republican' and 'a Goldwater girl, right down to my &lt;br /&gt;cowgirl outfit.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novak adds, "As a politically attuned honor student,&lt;br /&gt;she must have known that Goldwater was one of only six&lt;br /&gt;Republican senators who joined Southern Democratic&lt;br /&gt;segregationists opposing the historic voting rights &lt;br /&gt;act of 1964 inspired by King. Hillary headed the Young&lt;br /&gt;Republicans at Wellesley College. The incompatibility&lt;br /&gt;of those two positions of 40 years ago was noted to me&lt;br /&gt;(Novak) by Democratic old-timers who were shocked by &lt;br /&gt;Sen. Clinton's temerity in pursuing her presidential&lt;br /&gt;candidacy." Novak adds, "What Hillary Clinton said at&lt;br /&gt;Selma is significant because it betrays her campaign's&lt;br /&gt;panicky reaction to the unexpected rise of Sen. Obama &lt;br /&gt;as a serious competitor for the De mo cratic nomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton's plans were transformed by the advent of&lt;br /&gt;Obama, an African-American threatening the hard&lt;br /&gt;allegiance of black voters forged by Bill Clinton. On &lt;br /&gt;one hand, the Clinton campaign has attacked Obama and&lt;br /&gt;his supporters. On the other hand, she has sought to&lt;br /&gt;solidify her civil rights credentials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Clinton was re-inventing her past, her road to&lt;br /&gt;the White House is not going as planned. Instead of a &lt;br /&gt;steady procession to coronation at the Denver&lt;br /&gt;convention, she is involved in a real struggle against&lt;br /&gt;credible opponents led by Obama. No wonder she and her&lt;br /&gt;handlers were tempted to imply the existence long ago &lt;br /&gt;of a young lady in Chicago's suburbs who never really&lt;br /&gt;existed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We greatly appreciate Mr. Novak's findings which bring&lt;br /&gt;one main thought to mind. Wake up Black America! DON'T&lt;br /&gt;BE FOOLED ! The fact is, despite her falsehoods, &lt;br /&gt;Hillary was AGAINST the passing of the Civil Rights&lt;br /&gt;Act o f 1 964 that Dr. Martin Luther King died for. As a&lt;br /&gt;'Goldwater Girl' she was actually even against Lyndon&lt;br /&gt;B. Johnson, the very person she now gives the credit &lt;br /&gt;to for Dr. King getting to the mountaintop. She has&lt;br /&gt;worked extremely hard to hide many truths about her&lt;br /&gt;past, including ordering that her 92 page college&lt;br /&gt;thesis that she wrote at Wellesley College be 'sealed' &lt;br /&gt;and unavailable to the public, an order forced upon&lt;br /&gt;the college by Bill Clinton while president, although&lt;br /&gt;all senior thesis' at Wellesley have been available&lt;br /&gt;for public reading for over 100 years, except&lt;br /&gt;one....Hillary Rodham Clinton's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports have stated that information in her 'secret&lt;br /&gt;thesis' could be the 'Swift Boat' ammo to be used by&lt;br /&gt;the Republican Party against her should she become the &lt;br /&gt;nominee. (read more about 'secret thesis' at MSNBC) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to re-inventing her past, the most obvious&lt;br /&gt;new Billary Clinton strategy is to use 'Token Negroes'&lt;br /&gt;lik e BE T Founder Bob Johnson, Tavis Smiley, and Magic &lt;br /&gt;Johnson to name a few, to attack and discredit Barack&lt;br /&gt;Obama, a tactic which many blacks find additionally&lt;br /&gt;offensive, calling these black Clinton cronies&lt;br /&gt;'sell-outs'. Spread the word....share the facts. The &lt;br /&gt;Clinton's have been conning the black community for a&lt;br /&gt;long time and are NOT what they claim to be. I bet&lt;br /&gt;they go home at night, pour some expensive wine, kick&lt;br /&gt;their feet up and just laugh like crazy about what big &lt;br /&gt;black suckers we are. But now, it's time to prove them&lt;br /&gt;wrong ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am practically seething with all of the black people, especially so called "intelligent" , "educated",  black people giving a million tired excuses of why they won't vote for Barack Obama and will vote for a Hillary Clinton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's not ready/He's not experienced. &lt;br /&gt;Man please. You have the top 3 Democratic candidates with 1 Senate term under their belt. Hillary as the First Lady as experienced? Not one executive decision is made being as the first lady. That's like Stedman recommending a book, endorsing a candidate, or having his own show...SO WHAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. White America is not ready for a Black president.&lt;br /&gt;Whaaa? Was White America ready for slavery to end? Giving us the right to vote? Desegregation of our society? When did black people ever let white people dictate when and where we were getting our just due, our break? We've always stepped up and demanded what we wanted, or we were either hitting the streets and tearin' up some stuff, escapin', marching, or picketing. White America is ready for a Black President because Barack Obama is the right man for President, PERIOD. &lt;br /&gt;Besides, that never stopped anyone from voting for Jesse Jackson, a man with NO political experience AT ALL from almost snatching the Democratic nomination in 1984, and coming darn close again in 1988 20 YEARS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Barak is half black and half white, so he's not really black anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I should backsmack anyone who has ever thought that. Ever heard of the one drop rule? It has not only been a social standard for WHO is black, but it also upheld the constitution in keeping us from suing a white person over personal property. No black person ever refers to another black person as "biracial". You black. You might have another heritage in your lineage, but this country as well as any other sees you as black, PERIOD. Lame excuse people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't know what issues Barack stands for.&lt;br /&gt;When the heck has that ever prevented black folk from voting for a black candidate, really? I guess now, but the main people saying that couldn't tell you anything about Hillary's or John Edwards platform either. Please stop fronting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All he did was give that one speech.&lt;br /&gt;How many great people have defined their lives, the scope of human history, and changed the world in a speech? Moses, Jesus, Paul, Martin Luther, Frederick Douglas, Abraham Lincoln, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, Martin Luther King, Jr., John F. Kennedy, Malcolm X, Ronald Reagan, Nelson Mandela, Jesse Jackson, and Jim Valvano all have changed the course of history of the world and the hearts of billions of men and women in societies since the beginning of time with a speech. &lt;br /&gt;That is the purpose of a rally. A person speaks, and it prepares a ll to act in relation to the spirit of what is spoken. That is why we go to church, not to just hear our pastor blather, but to refresh God in our hearts and spurn us to take up God's will in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;So save all that ying yang about that speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If all of those white people are supporting him, he must be in their back pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Save the conspiracy theory home skillet. He's liked because he comes at a time where a person that looks exactly like them lied to their face (two in a row, if you include Bill Clinton with Monica and of course Bush with Iraq), and flat out said what no politician would admit: We have two Americas, blue and red, black and white. It was not publicly said, and on top of that proposed that we ACTUALLY DO something about it, not find more ways to be divided and not come together despite our differences. Noble concept, and one to be championed. That's JFK, FDR, and Abe Lincoln material. So they were feeling it, just like I was and you should too. His legislative work has been indicative of this a s well, including his Fuel Standard work with President Bush. Check the resume, it shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REAL REASON BLACK PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO VOTE FOR OBAMA IS THAT THEY ARE AFRAID THAT HE'LL WIN, AND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.WE'LL HAVE NO MORE EXCUSES LEFT. &lt;br /&gt;We won't be able to say, "America is racist", "I cannot get a break because I'm black", and all other random excuses many blacks make for not achieving anything in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. IF SOCIETY IS LEFT UNCHANGED AFTER HIS PRESIDENCY WE'LL LOSE HOPE. &lt;br /&gt;If a black man becomes President, I honestly believe many black people feel that all of the world's problems should come to an end. No more crack selling, no more black on black crime, no more baby mama drama and dead beat daddies, no more people on welfare and on the chow line, no more wineoes, no more police brutality, no more DWB, no more predatory loans, no more ghettos, no more racism period, no more Middle East unrest, just everybody singing cumbaya. To some degree, I think alot of white people, especially liberal, feel that way too, that's why they are all up on him like that. &lt;br /&gt;THAT'S RIDICULOUS. If it happened, he'd be one of the greatest people that ever lived, but that's way too much pressure to put on one man. DANG! I feel that people are really not ready for the world to get better anyway. It's l ike that father you never knew but won't make a relationship with because you don't want to be let down. It's unfair and let that go. Barak will make a great President, but he won't solve all of the world's problems, nor can he solve all of black peoples' problems either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SO CALLED "EDUCATED" BLACK PEOPLE WON'T BE SO SPECIAL ANYMORE BECAUSE THE PLAYING FIELD WILL BE LEVELED.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely hate more than anything else. The above 2 reasons were largely a poor disadvantaged black person's inner fear about Barack. Many of number 2 and all of this one is specifically tailored to you bourgeois folks that actually like being the only black person (or one of a very few) in your medical school, your law school, your master's program, your Ph.D. program, your high fallutin' Fortune 500 Company, your faculty at your prestigious institution. &lt;br /&gt;You feel deep inside being a talented 10th will become a talented population. As much as you detest and look down at your disadvantaged brothers and sisters, and claim they need to "get a job", "get an education", "pull themselves up from their own bootstraps", and "stop being so ignorant", you like them where they are. You are the one that has that shad y feeling in your belly when a new black person is hired because you don't want them to screw it up for you. Yeah you...I'm talkin' about you. You know who you are. You think deep inside,  Keishas, Darnells, Shequans are going to get theirs now that Barak is in office, and you won't be so special anymore. &lt;br /&gt;See you like racism. You probably are like Clarence Thomas, the man that benefitted from Affirmative Action but now you got yours, nobody else can get in too, so you vote against Affirmative Action. Yeah, claim you got your opportunity on merit. No, you got it on the backs of our ancestors that had to fight for you to get that job. Now you don't want a world where everyone has an equal opportunity. Well actually neither do poor blacks either, see 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. IF HE MESSES IT UP, WE'RE ALL SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day blacks with degrees could do nothing but shine shoes outside the company. Now we're in them, making decisions, even CEOs like my man Stanley O'Neal, the first black American to take the helm of a major Wall Street firm. That brother completely mismanaged the company, like many others who mismanaged banks and cause losing equity because of security back subprime loans. Now, those that are in the know are afraid that a black man cannot ever get that opportunity to be THE MAN at a major institution again. &lt;br /&gt;Not only that, if Barack messes it up, there will be a backlash on all of black America. "You guys had your chance to run the free world, and you blew it".&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Charlie, Barak is one man. You can't use the logic for yourself as far as getting ahead, but lose it for this man. George Bush completely botched America's st anding in the world, but I don't see anyone afraid to elect another white man. So come off of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. BLACK WOMEN FEEL SORRY FOR HILLARY BEING CHEATED ON BY THE REAL FIRST BLACK PRESIDENT.&lt;br /&gt;This is so dumb, I cannot address with words, but it's the truth for alot of black people, who felt Bill was the first Black President, and sistas especially would feel like they were vindicating a woman that was done wrong by anotha brotha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. BLACKS LIKE TO BE DIFFERENT FROM WHITES AND BARAK WILL BREAK DOWN BARRIERS WE LIKE HAVING UP.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it real people. You hate it when anything we do gets imitated. It is instantly uncool. Most blacks love that we have our own thing, our own culture. Having Barack win means for a lot of people America will have more of a shared consciousness. We'll actually have to come together and squash some beef to make this country cooperative. I don't completely believe this concept, but I'm down for it. Once again, Black people really do like racism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you doubters out there this is what you really need to ask yourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, should HillBilly Clinton be elected as our next President we would have been subjected to 24 continuous years of Bush Clinton era.  Have you seen what the country has been dealing with in that time?  The above the line words are not my own but i did find them interesting and extremely thought provoking.  A little Food for Thought, consume as you see fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-719812369538635327?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/719812369538635327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=719812369538635327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/719812369538635327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/719812369538635327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/election-time.html' title='Election Time'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-8287131285999820209</id><published>2008-01-13T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:33:25.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Doe</title><content type='html'>Welcome!&lt;br /&gt;Good Day!&lt;br /&gt;Happy new Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope that 2008 is off to a good start for you as it has been an interesting one for me.  I took a break from the blog world but i am back.  I decided that with my current social life the rejoining of the blog world is definitely in order.  As you read my posts please feel free to comment, I love the ideas you all have and are willing to share.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early December i met a young man who seemed to possess many of the qualities i like in a mate.  Affectionate, playful, attractive, well spoken, movie lover just to name a few.  For the purpose of this story were going to call him John Doe.  John has these mysterious eyes and often times when were together I will catch him with this look of deep thought and then i give the ole "hey what you thinkin about over there?" his response is NOTHING!  So your face is lookin like that and u arent thinkin about anything, not even how much laundry you gotta do or what you should have for dinner?  Just absolutely nothing right, i doubt it.  So were talking/dating whatever it is were doing and let me back up.  Upon meeting i introduced myself by name and he introduced himself to me with some initials.  You know the "hey wassup, im J.R."  bullshit. So for a first meeting thats all fine and dandy.  We've been on at least 10 dates and so i get to thinkin about this.  I know that your mother did not put no damn J.R. on your birth certificate and after 10 dates i feel entitled to know your real name.  He swears that this is not something hes comfortable sharing but for me its like how the hell am i suppose to build a relationship and i dont even know who the hell im talking to. Its not a major in the sense of i want to address him by his government name but damn can i know it.  To me it seems almost like he's hiding something from me, or as Corey said its like hes sayin i dont trust your ass.  I feel like im getting to a point where this could potentially be a deal breaker for me.  I feel like if the next time we go out and i dont end my night with a name other than John Doe or Cunti Joe lol then im gonna walk.  And im talkin bout walk like Naomi Campbell does it and start on over.  So whats a guy to do?  What would you do?  How do yall feel about a situation like this?  Let ya boy know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels Great To Be Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-8287131285999820209?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8287131285999820209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=8287131285999820209' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/8287131285999820209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/8287131285999820209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2008/01/john-doe.html' title='John Doe'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-2140144591618748405</id><published>2007-09-09T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:31:00.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im In Love</title><content type='html'>My mind wanders back forth and back again.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling deeper than I've ever been.  &lt;br /&gt;That walk, that smile, the perfect thickness of a frame.  &lt;br /&gt;Legs OHHHH those legs..... &lt;br /&gt;Lips filled to perfection &lt;br /&gt;Not a tad too thick or too thin&lt;br /&gt;Complexion perfect covered in the smoothest skin.  &lt;br /&gt;The gentle touch.....&lt;br /&gt;Personality one could only dream of finding in a mate ( i know i do).  &lt;br /&gt;Damn......I'm sprung!!&lt;br /&gt;Im in love yall, this is unconditional love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With who you ask?  &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-2140144591618748405?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2140144591618748405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=2140144591618748405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/2140144591618748405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/2140144591618748405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-in-love.html' title='Im In Love'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-6696887521721981983</id><published>2007-08-14T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:45:33.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions on the brain....Whats your opinion?</title><content type='html'>It seems like i keep falling off with these blogs but im going to try to get in at least one per month.  But anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about dating and the relationship game, do you ever wonder what it takes to truly be successful??  What are some of the reasons you think people in our community cant seem to either enter a COMMITTED relationship or if in one, maintain it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin about this a lot lately as ive come across some really great catches but not great for me.  Let's see theres Rodeo, Philly, Bam Bam just to name a few.  I think one of the biggest reasons relationships are so hard to maintain is because the community has too many fuckin criteria.  Gotta be tall, gotta be short, gotta be dark, gotta be light complected.  Gotta have a Lexus, gotta drive a truck what the fuck ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ive come to a point in my life where im ready to meet compatibility.  Im not desperate by any means but i feel like these criteria are limiting the possibilities of excellent relationships.  I wouldnt even say its a homosexual issue.  Its a Black gay issue.  Take some time to look at the community and seee for yourselves.  White gays and lesbians start out with getting a dog together, then the car and onward and upward to purchasing cars and homes together.  And here we are thinkin were doing it real big by gettin a $1200 a month apartment and having both our names on the lease.  Lets see if ya make it through the end of the lease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i the only one that feels this way?  Im not saying go out and settle for the next best thing but maybe if we as a community focus on less of the stereotypical no fats no fems bullshit and work on building something maybe even just friendships you might get something good out the deal.  Just a lil babbling from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now....I'm gonna go have lunch with a bus-riding, short yellow man, from Memphis, TN and then were gonna go to the petstore and look at dogs before meeting with our real estate agent.  LATA lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-6696887521721981983?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6696887521721981983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=6696887521721981983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/6696887521721981983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/6696887521721981983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/08/questions-on-brainwhats-your-opinion.html' title='Questions on the brain....Whats your opinion?'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-7388638356793826534</id><published>2007-07-25T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:23:22.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Car Had To Go</title><content type='html'>As many of you who know me personally are aware, im a car hoe!  Clarification:  i love cars, yet i am not attracted to people for what they drive.  SInce i was a little boy i have always had a huge interest in the automotive world.  I enjoy working on cars, accesorizing them (of course lol), driving them, listening to them etc.  So as you go through some of my blogs you may find some comparisons of people to a car or a feeling i get from cars etc.  For example, go back and reread how i spoke in my "Mr. Representative" blog.  Now that thats out of the way.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this dating world i compare it to my pursuit of finding the perfect car for me.  I recently turned in a 4 month rental i had.  I picked it up around earlier in the year just after the holidays.  I was feeling good with my new ride, smile on my face, paying much attention to detail, style, and the attention i was getting.  The car was on point yall!  Curves in all the right places, some aggressiveness under the hood when the pedal was pushed to the floor.  Not too flashy yet stylish, had a lot goin on, many buttons to push and i was getting familiar with most of them and knew just when to push them.  There was a lot put into this creation no doubt but definitely not more than i could handle, after all i am a car guy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was droppin money here and there and the ride was takin care of me as well, i was happy, comfortable and felt secure.  The problem with the ride was there were some mechanics of the car that werent quite normal.  You see i like comfort and luxury on my side, not uber-materialistic i just like the availability, call it the norm for me, just what i've grown accustomed to having.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what it is about me and these cars but i have some crazy ass luck.  I always roll with a AAA membership in hand for the just in case.  2 months into things my ride was showing the check engine light, took it in, talked to the mechanic and we were back on the road cruisin.  Then theres this noise, flat tire.  Give AAA a call we get the car home, new tire the next day but the tire isnt the problem.  Something about this car just isnt right anymore.  It hesitates, moves slow, malfunctions.  I had to grab the keys and go on in and upgrade!  Good luck to the next guy who gets that car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time im gettin me a Certified One.  Fewer problems for me to deal with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and stay Blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-7388638356793826534?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7388638356793826534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=7388638356793826534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/7388638356793826534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/7388638356793826534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/07/that-car-had-to-go.html' title='That Car Had To Go'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-4437249776152612746</id><published>2007-06-04T04:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:05:02.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami and The Power of Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>SO i went to Miami for Memorial Day weekend.  I had an AMAZING time!!  So it seems that the boys flock to miami on this weekned to partake in sex, drugs, sun, and whatever else goes down at the host hotel and beyond ;)  Well i went with my GBF with no expectations just that i wanted to get away and enjoy my friends.  It was truly a memorable wknd.  No sex for me tho...could have been but packed next to my wifebeaters and jeans were my morals and soon as i unzipped my bags in the hotel room they jumped right on out of my suitcase lol i wasnt mad though because This is Why Im Hot lol.  But nah the real deal is i didnt have the desire to hookup or do what most went to do.  I clubbed, i danced, i drank, and ate OHHHHHH and yall lemme tell ya lemme tell ya the sandwiches at the Wild Bean Cafe in the BP gas station are off the damn chain, got McDonalds beat by miles lol.  The one downside to my trip is my potential lover shifted things where i didnt wanna go.  There were talks about previous relationships and the leftover emotions of such but when i see u with ur ex and it looks like more than friends....leaves a bruh a lil disappointed Momma aint raise no fool.  I had no idea the way things would go down but i still had a bomb ass weekend.  Im not gonna get into details to protect mine and his friendship but since that trip Ive been evaluating my feelings.  5 years ago at a less mature point in my life i prolly would have bad mouthed you, thrown shade, cursed you out and some more.  But im better than that now, on a pedestal some only dream of reaching.  I have counted my blessings and have discovered something that i didnt know i was capable of....FORGIVENESS  I must say Thank You for giving me that experience.  It has made me a better man.  Which leads me to my next part of this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through a washing of my ideas of life over the last 3 months.  For my 25th birthday i received a book titled 'Conversations With God' and the dvd "The Secret'  After finsihing my book and viewing The Secret i have been almost overwhelmed with thoughts and have entered into an overhaul of some aspects of my life.  I pride myself on my energies in life and the way i treat people and allow myself to be treated by people.  I have come to understand that often times people will do things in your life that may not be so appealing to you.  It is at these points where you may choose to hate them forever and hold grudges, be shady, and go to extreme measures only to produce awkward moments, discomfort, and grief sometimes more for yourself than the person its intended to affect.  Ive come to realize that acknowledgement is the key to forgiving.  Recognize the truth of what is and has been and move forward.  It was said on the oprah show of course lol &lt;strong&gt;Not forgiving is like drinking poison everyday and hoping the other person dies&lt;/strong&gt;.  The harm is done to self.  You have to realize when to let it go!!  Forgiveness doesnt have to be about i forgive you lets start over or i love you still.  Forgiveness is granting your self the continuation of life and allowing happiness to flood your life.  &lt;strong&gt;Mahatma Ghandi said "the weak can never forgive, forgiveness is the attribute of the strong"&lt;/strong&gt;  It is 4:45am as i write this and i am proud to say that i am strong and i forgive those who have done wrong, thrown shade, mistreated me, my family, my friends, and affected my life.  I must go on now.  Somewhat babbling but something i am proud of.  I love me and i forgive he and she for that matter.  Be blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-4437249776152612746?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4437249776152612746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=4437249776152612746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4437249776152612746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4437249776152612746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/06/miami-and-power-of-forgiveness.html' title='Miami and The Power of Forgiveness'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-6991632890237074388</id><published>2007-05-04T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T01:36:50.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>My mind wanders back, forth, and back again.  Thinking of you brings so many happy feelings and smiles to my face yet im scared.  Im scared because you make me laugh, make me smile, and youre the kind of person i just look forward to the next time we get to spend together.  Laying in your arms, your gentle touch.....damn I dont know what exactly it is about you but i like it.  I'm a little afraid though.  I'm afraid that there might be obstacles all of which can be overcome if we both want it that way.  What do you want from me?  Who are you?  Where did you come from?  If i clean my pallet of the past will you clean yours?  I understand that the past has a direct impact on our present but how much room does that leave for new growth better known as the future?  I can honestly say ive spent many nights thinking about taking a walk with you.  A walk down future lane.  Where will we be a year from now? Will we still talk?  Will we be lovers or friends?  I dont know what's next and THAT is what i do know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-6991632890237074388?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6991632890237074388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=6991632890237074388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/6991632890237074388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/6991632890237074388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/05/fear-and-uncertainty.html' title='Fear and Uncertainty'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-4064643846063236672</id><published>2007-03-27T03:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:23:29.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed By The Best &amp; Prayin For The Rest</title><content type='html'>Thank GOD!  This is the blog I wrote on my flight home from my Birthday Celebration.  With cell phone use prohibited onboard the aircraft, I'm forced to entertain myself.  I watched Borat a little while ago on my laptop HIGH 5!! Lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit listening to my ipod and thinking about how blessed I am.    I have an amazing family, one who accepts and respects me for the person God put me on this earth to be.  Many things my family may not understand about me yet they continue to love me.  I recently saw a wonderful play with my mother called 'A Day In The Life' *The play is about a day in the life of a Black Gay Man.* and there was one part that stuck in my mind because it made so much sense.    There is a scene where one brotha lost his position in the church because they found out he was gay.  He told the bishop that he has prayed and prayed to not be gay and that he is accepting himself for who he is.  He says that prayer won't change the impossible but that doesn't mean it doesn't work.  He follows with an example by saying he can pray everyday for the rest of his life to be a White man and he knows it won't happen but that doesn't mean that prayer doesn't work.  My mom found that very interesting as she continues to learn the homosexual side of my life and so she will be able to defeat the many stereotypes that have been cast on the gay community.  Thank GOD I have an educated mother, one who is willing to learn and read to better understand that which she doesn't know.  As i was writing this blog i received an email from my mother.  This is it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" B Free, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being your mother is one of the greatest gifts in my life. It has been inspirational, and full of surprises. more than anything it has been personally you... you in what ever package, condition you present or represent. I am just blessed to be a vital and vibrant part of you and who you are. You can be a little crazy at times and that is a little scary because that is when people say you are most like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you always and in all ways- Every day of your life and as long as I am breathing. And when that time comes and I am no longer breathing, I shall then become your guardian angel and will watch over you and protect you from dark days, evil people and those with out your best interest at hand. Have a very Happy Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you enormously, &lt;br /&gt;Your Fine mother " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so greatful, so blessed, so myself!  Stay tuned......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-4064643846063236672?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4064643846063236672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=4064643846063236672' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4064643846063236672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4064643846063236672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/03/blessed-by-best-prayin-for-rest.html' title='Blessed By The Best &amp; Prayin For The Rest'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-1185512132916604764</id><published>2007-03-27T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T03:12:25.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Grown Ass Man and I Feel Great!!</title><content type='html'>Flying 36000 miles in the sky Delta Flight 723 nonstop from Atlanta to Las Vegas.  Sitting to my left is one of the best friends I've ever had.  To my right I sit next to another one of the closest friends I've ever had.  My flight scheduled to touch down at 8:41pm Vegas time where 2 more of my closest friends will meet me.  The occasion.... The celebration of my 25th Birthday and G's big 3-0. I think about the occasion and am flooded with so many different feelings: curiousity, love, joy,happiness all while being deep in thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious as to what the next year of my life will be like.  Filled with the love I have from the worlds best mother, the best brother I could ever ask for, a sea of friends who truly love me for me and who want nothing more than for me to be myself.  Joy because 2 of my friends whom I don't get to see as often as I'd like will join me for my 25th and lemme tell u whenever we see each other we're guaranteed good laughs, many smiles and lots of jokes.  Happiness because I truly realize how blessed I am. Blessed to have the circle of friends I have and family, my family life is one that people could only dream of.  Deep in thought because my path has crossed with someone's who has changed my thought process on dating.  We'll call him Secret Lover like the song lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we will go and I'm in no rush to get there because I truly enjoy the current happenings.  Mr.......You've taught me soo much in such little time and at times its hard for me to verbalize my thoughts....maybe its a fear of mine to let my feelings out, fear of coming off tooo strong?   I truly value you as a person as we continue to build this friendship.  Who knew a man of such stature, with a personality so dynamic, a touch that invigorates my mind, body, and soul, and the passion in your life and drive for self improvement, again I ask......who knew that someone like this could be a part of my life?  The idea of that is appealing to me to say the least.  My Ipod is playing and im listening to the new album by Musiq Soulchild the song titled  Ridiculous through and the song is so fitting.  So when Secret Lover reads this I would only hope that he will listen to the song, it speaks volumes so just let me know if you don't have the album ;) .  Ooooh I can't wait till this Plane lands I'm gonna call my mom, and my brother to let them know that I'm safe then dial up Secret Lover and have our goodnight conversation as we've had since the night we exchanged #'s. Just some thoughts that I wanted to get off my chest before I hit these slots....yippee!!  OUCH, WHEW, DAYUM! Lol....Texting a whole blog on the Treo makes your thumbs hurt a lil bit so I'm signing off for now.  Love you all, be blessed and be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always B Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-1185512132916604764?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1185512132916604764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=1185512132916604764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/1185512132916604764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/1185512132916604764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-grown-ass-man-and-i-feel-great.html' title='I&apos;m A Grown Ass Man and I Feel Great!!'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-4976007775811235425</id><published>2007-03-05T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:06:52.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity Knocks..... Who Should Walk In?</title><content type='html'>SO i had dinner with a few friends and my mother a nice italian feast.  My mom is delighted to meet a few friends and begins telling many of my childhood stories and how she's watched me grow into a man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after graduating From College and moving back to GA i was presented with an opportunity to enter into the world of Entrepreneurism.  As my closest friends know, i don't work a 9 - 5 at all.  Sometimes i think about doing it to get myself out the house and kepe myself busy but other times i just sorta pass that idea right on by.  My hunger for finding a new job isnt great because this business opportunity, let's just say idont have to ask for money.  It is Relationship Marketing, so the catch is some people have had bad experiences with this type of business.  As a recent college grad iw as all about trying something to make a decent income with a low investment.  As i was told at dinner, i was being stingy because i was not necessarily marketing this opportunty to my close friends.  Stingy because i was receiving a decent amount of money and not sharing the information with my friends as to how they can be involved.  I guess i just don't want to come across to my friends as B - the sales guy.  Id rather have my friends wanna hang wit me without the expectation that im gonna push them into business.  So now i feel like it is my position to share the business with those interested but without any pressure.  It has been brought to light that this is what i should do.  For those of you who asked about it you may go to www.ytbnet.com/bvff2000 and view the presentation.  But my reason for posting this blog is to pose this simple question.  If you have a great opportunity in front of you whether it be for business, amusement, a date that could be a atch for you and your best friend, or a contest like American Idol, do you feel its best to share the opportunity with everyone or do you quietly sign up and do your own thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-4976007775811235425?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4976007775811235425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=4976007775811235425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4976007775811235425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4976007775811235425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/03/opportunity-knocks-who-should-walk-in.html' title='Opportunity Knocks..... Who Should Walk In?'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-2086995230281365101</id><published>2007-02-21T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:45:18.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Worth and Fine Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/Rd0RFx7A2OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Okniih8Mjns/s1600-h/main_0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/Rd0RFx7A2OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Okniih8Mjns/s320/main_0606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034198749467957474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fine wine gets better with time. Go ahead, spit your game rest assured this nikka neva lame.  I do what I do because I can.  Do u possess what it takes to make me your man?  From the top of my fitted to the bottom of my timbs I hold what it takes to make ya body quiver from the center of your heart to the edge of each limb.  Nah not just talkin, I practice what I preach, got mad love to give just let me teach.  Who am I you ask?  Might be the one for you.  Invest a little time and see if it holds tru.  Don't front like I'm a thug nah thas not my style.  I'm da realest nigga out here jus look at my smile.  I verbalize when I'm happy aware of when I'm sad.  Trust its in ya best interest not to make me mad.  Just one thing before I go.  guess i'd better let u know.  I'm lovin myself unconditionally, can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-2086995230281365101?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2086995230281365101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=2086995230281365101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/2086995230281365101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/2086995230281365101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/02/fyi.html' title='Self Worth and Fine Wine'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/Rd0RFx7A2OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Okniih8Mjns/s72-c/main_0606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-1048712217005328308</id><published>2007-01-30T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T11:57:16.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethin New</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFhpOx_BiPU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFhpOx_BiPU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/93599986084963809-1048712217005328308?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1048712217005328308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=1048712217005328308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/1048712217005328308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/1048712217005328308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/01/somethin-new.html' title='Somethin New'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-5270775645322773877</id><published>2007-01-22T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:22:14.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Representative</title><content type='html'>Wondering if anyone can relate....   Ever notice how when you meet someone as a potential partner things seem to go so smooth.  Ole boy or girl will be on their best behavior and everything seems perfect.  Then you start getting those thoughts like wow this has a lot of potential.  Could it be what ive waited so long to find?  You start to think of all the possibilities, vacations to take, valentines day celebrations and where to take that special someone.  What should i buy for their birthday?  You accept the fact that you have entered the beginning stages of catching feelings.  It feels great, each new relationship always feeling better than the last one.  Then BAM, the Representative for that "special someone" resigns from the position.  Now you meet the real person.  You begin to wonder, is this the real you?  Where is all this inconsistency coming from?  How long have you been like this?  What changed that made ya flip mode like that?  Can we bring back Mr. representative?  Cause that was the one that i was feelin.  Im not all about this new shit goin on!!  Kinda like havin buyers remorse lol.  So you had a nice lil person you were kickin it with but u thought you found the next best thing so you traded tha old one in for the new shiny one lol.  Then you start to think about all you had invested in the last one and how you put your work in to keep things running smooth.  The beginnings of second guessing come and this new new doesnt seem like it was a great investment.  Fuck i shoulda kept my receipt cause i woulda taken this shit right on back.    Awwww shit i just realized somethin.  Momma aint raise no fool!  She says to me "Baby, never put all your eggs in one basket until you have a chicken or two"  Translation......I didnt delete the previous from my life, i maintained communication so im gonna endthis blog and make me a phone call.  Talk to you all soon....B Free its not just representative of my name, its how i choose to live!  Holla!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-5270775645322773877?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5270775645322773877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=5270775645322773877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/5270775645322773877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/5270775645322773877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/01/mr-representative.html' title='Mr. Representative'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-7286853988176941342</id><published>2007-01-15T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:16:22.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date...........The Other 4 Letter Word</title><content type='html'>Just sitting here and started thinkin about how people go about dating.  Thinking about the way it is when you date I started to wonder why, if you are kickin it with someone you're really into, would you continue to entertain other options to date.  Does this mean that there is an insecurity of some kind and that you are simply preparing for the breakup as u simultaneously prepare for the hookup?  If you sit down and name all of the qualities you look for in a partner and u meet someone who may possess say....90 percent of those qualities then why the hell don't u take it and run wit it.  I know that everyone isn't for everybody but in that case why string people along?  These when its convenient relationships drive me fuckin crazy.  AAAHHHHH  whew had to exhale lol.  I know I'm a good dude, driven, sexy as hell not to mention the fact that I taste just like an Aries but I'm still single.  Yall gotta give me some feedback on this one.  Tell me how you are when you date and, why you think you date the way you do.  I'm chillin over here mad confused, single oh yea and currently dating lol.  I guess I'm a little confused on this so I look forward to the responses on this dating mumbo jumbo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-7286853988176941342?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7286853988176941342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=7286853988176941342' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/7286853988176941342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/7286853988176941342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/01/datethe-other-4-letter-word.html' title='Date...........The Other 4 Letter Word'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-4452698414704831175</id><published>2007-01-10T15:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:53:16.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet Soup</title><content type='html'>Every now and then i get caught in this zone of emotions. I often wonder when i will meet the love of my life, the uptempo to my heartbeat, the beat behind my track. LOL dont ask. But this is just something i wrote to release a little frustration about where ive been and where im trying to go. Not directed at or about anyone specific just an outburst if you will. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think. So here it goes &lt;p&gt;Intuitive, Intellectual, Innovative, Invigorating..... Just a few of the I's that I possess. With qualities like these why is it that so many seem to look towards me for my L's: My Legs, my Lips, my Lust, but not my Love, my Life experiences, my Loyalty. Just some things that make me wonder. The extremities of this nature that we get so caught up in a sexual fantasy which typically only satisfies for a particular time frame that we dont take the time to get to know. What happened to bowling, an evening walk in the park? Seems like these days tricks want some good dick and a goodbye. Complex or is it? Complex because its so hard to figure out yet not so complex because the sex is simplistic...in the general sense of the word anyway. So what do i do, subject myself to meaningless hookups, or do i continue to be the one with the C's: Communication, Charm, Confidence, and Charisma? Ill take my C's and run wit em cause after that nut all i got is me, feel me? Guess just somethin that was on my mind. Who knew that having morals made life so difficult? Damn shame that i know what im worth, do u know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-4452698414704831175?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4452698414704831175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=4452698414704831175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4452698414704831175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4452698414704831175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/01/alphabet-soup.html' title='Alphabet Soup'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93599986084963809.post-4658967184268193607</id><published>2007-01-02T02:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:57:37.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of That Relationship</title><content type='html'>Exactly a year ago i was introduced to this fine new brotha. Seemed like it was the beginning of what i thought was too good to be true. His name, 2006. Spent many good times together but some of that time i coulda have gone without dealing with. Like any new relationship, you expect ups and downs but its what you get from it that makes things better. Last night our relationship ended because I met 2007 in downtown Atlanta. Cant wait to dive into this relationship. I love life and love livin and yes there's a difference. Wasn't really sure what to write about but this is in fact my first attempt at the blog world officially. Let me introduce you to my friend 2007. Im ready, are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93599986084963809-4658967184268193607?l=alwaysbfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4658967184268193607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=93599986084963809&amp;postID=4658967184268193607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4658967184268193607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93599986084963809/posts/default/4658967184268193607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-that-relationship.html' title='The End of That Relationship'/><author><name>B Free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410086993583050343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRpas1BY2Ew/R4w67K1yMEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nvEjFoU-VIc/S220/Sizzle+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
