Tuesday, August 01, 2006
I declare war.
I started my own guerrilla squad awhile back, but now we're in full effect. See, I'm a founding member of my own group that I like to call S.I.S.S. (Sistas in the Single Struggle). Our members are all single women who for one reason or another, tired of the bullshit. I started this group after I got tired of the endless snotty comments I get from members of another group, the M.R.S. (Married, Raising Seeds). Chicks in this group like to flaunt their wedding rings in front of your face and frown upon anyone who doesn't have a husband. (I do have some wonderful, married female friends, but because they're so great, I'm excluding them from the M.R.S. group.) Now that I'm on the cusp of 30, it's like I run into the M.R.S. every place I go. (Still not married, Strength? Do you have any prospects, at least? You're not getting any younger.)
Imagine my surprise when I learned one of my closest friends was an M.R.S. My friend, I'll call her Denise, got pregnant and married when she was 18. She and the hubby have three boys and live on the West Coast. We don't email often, but when we do, I get the same message. What's new with you? Married? Kids? LOL! Hmmmmm. LOL, she said. Last time I checked, that means 'lots of laughs.' Is there something funny about the possibility of me being married with kids? Apparently so.
Anywho, Denise and her brood were in town a few days ago. Another friend had a party, so we were there talking. The conversation went a bit like this:
Denise: Have you gone anywhere this summer? Jamal! Put the ball down!
Me: Nope. New York to visit my friend. Some amusement parks, that's about it.
Denise: I haven't gone anywhere either. And summer's almost over.
Me: I know! It's been like two years since I went to the Dominican Republic.
Denise: (eyes bulging out of her head) Did you say ---? Tyree, chew with your mouth closed! Dominican Republic?! Are you serious? You said you hadn't been anywhere.
Me: I haven't. Not this year.
Denise: (rolling eyes) I meant any trips. Ever.
Me: Oh, well yeah. I went to D.R. and I was in Mexico before that. Both were alot of fun.
Denise: Oh, I bet it was so beautiful over there. TYREE, NO SPAGHETTI SANDWICHES! I MEAN IT!
Me: Yeah, both were really nice. I didn't want to come back.
Denise: I'll bet.
Me: My friend that I travel with is supposed to be coordinating another trip for her 30th birthday. That's in November.
Denise: Oh, I want to go! I'll be 30 this month. Where are ya'll going?
Me: She mentioned Brazil before.
Denise: Wow, I love Brazil. What I've read about it, I mean. Do you think ... Jamal Bebe Williams! Don't make me come over there! ... Anyway, do you think I can come along?
Me: We may not do anything that big, we're in the early stages of planning.
Denise: (grabbing my hand) It's okay! I just need to go somewhere, anywhere. I don't care!
Me: I can get you the information. It might be fun traveling with you.
Me: (smiling) LOL.
S.I.S.S. 1, M.R.S. 0.
I'm also looking to take on any new members of S.I.S.S. Anybody with me?
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