A heart stopping date......

Read about this first date between Tony, an Ad executive, and a young lady who works in his small firm. See if you can guage his love language, and what clues have brought you to that conclusion..... Find the clues and guess the love language of these two people........ Tony leaned back in his new car savoring the feel of his Lexus as it hugged the road. Man nothing felt like a Lexus! He thought ruefully. He was so excited he had to keep himself from bouncing in the seat. He was going to pick up the hot girl from his office, he had been wanting to date for two years! Oh Man! -the heavens have smiled upon me! He thought. He smiled at a young mother as she picked up a screaming baby. He could sense her love for the child, but he could also sense her exasperation. He waited for her to pass the intersection and headed on his way, forcing himself not to speed. He couldn't wait to get to Taya. She had started with the Ad agency he and his brother partnered about three years ago. He'd had a crush, that had evolved into something much stronger a long time ago. His brother thought it was hilarious that he had never had the balls to ask her out, but she had never given any sign that she might have even considered it. He'd dreamed of her too many times to count. Taya! He said her name slowly to himself. Her whole name was Lataya, but he never called people by their whole names. That was way too formal. He pulled up to her block, noting how the neighbors stared curiously at him. Some of them looked downright cold. They didn't seem to be too crazy about white people judging by the cold looks. He smiled at them anyway. Nothing could dampen his mood today! He had a date with his dream girl. He had barely gotten the car parked when a younger version of his dream girl accosted him. Obviously she was the little sister. She handed her bike to another girl, and came forward to inspect him. "So you're the white boy from work huh" " The name's Tony," he answered a little irritated. Who the hell wanted to be referred to as the 'white boy'? The little girl who must have been about 12 seemed unfazed by his bristled answer. She continued to survey him. "Did you bring her flowers? " She asked nosily. He nodded. "Good," she smiled. " Taya thinks she's such a much, and she always expects flowers" The sound of the door opening interrupted their conversation, as Lataya came emerged, followed by her brother, and an older version of her, obviously her mother. Her mother smiled warmly, and he relaxed. Lataya was wearing a mid length white dress that shone against her dark cinnamon colored skin. Her dark hair hung like black silk around her shoulders in ringlets and curls. He felt his pulse quicken, and his breath come up slightly short. She was too beautiful for an ordinary man like him. He felt awed, and unsure. She moved toward him like a floating goddess, and glanced at his car, noting the roses on the front seat. Then she slowly let her eyes drift over him the same way her little sister had, like he was under inspection. He had spent a fortune on this suit, and he could sense the warmth come into her face as she met his eyes. He'd passed- She was smiling! His heart took a leap, as she gave him a brief hug and allowed him to lead her to the car. Her brother never said a word, but he didn't have to. Tony could feel his disapproval, but so what- he had Taya! She hugged her mom, and assured her they wouldn't be too late as she slid past the door he held for her. They cruised up the coast with her admiring the scenery, and him struggling to keep his mind on his driving, and not on her. His heart was beating a mile a minute, and he felt light headed. He had secretly been in love with her for ages, when his friend Kim, offered to arrange this date, he'd thought she was joking. But dreams come true, because here they were. The smell of her perfume, and the softness of her skin were making his thoughts go crazy. Thank God, she couldn't read his mind. "Nice car." She smiled breaking the tension. "What made you choose a Lexus?" He answered without hesitating. "Oh man, can't you feel the way it hugs the road! Nothing else feels like it! She looked surprised. "Really, I would have picked it because of all the gadgets and doodles-it all looks so cool and classy" "Yeah, just like you" he laughed. "Cool and classy." She laughed too. "I guess that does describe me, doesn't it. " She moved closer, and boldly slid her hands inside his suit and over his chest, toward his left nipple. She let her fingers twirl around nearly driving him crazy. His heart skidded to a stop, then began to beat wildly. She felt the hard thump, thump of it, and glanced knowingly at him before withdrawing her small hand, and laughing. He suddenly felt the same irritation for her that he'd felt earlier toward her nosy little sister. He pulled into a parking place, and turned to turned to her. "What the hell was that? " He demanded. She threw her head back and laughed. "I just wanted to see if I was affecting you! She feigned innocently. "You know good and damn well you affect me." He struggled to keep the humilation and anger from showing on his face. She was really good at reading faces. "If we had been on the highway, you would've caused me to run into someone. His face was red with embarrassment, and slight bitterness. He suddenly knew that she knew how he felt about her, and it felt almost mocking for her to play with him that way. What gave her the right to play with someone's feelings like that just because she was beautiful, and knew he loved her? What was next, did she plan to reach down and play with his dick then laugh when she found it was hard? She saw the anger on his face, and suddenly became contrite. "I'm sorry, sometimes I'm too bold. I just wanted to know if your heart was beating as hard as mine I shouldn't have-" "You?" he interrupted, hardly daring to believe her. "You're heart was beating fast?" "Yes." she answered softly. She grasped his hand, and pulled it slowly up her body until it rested over her left breast! He could feel the hardness of her nipple through the thin bra material. "Can you feel it? " she asked softly. Oh my God! He thought wildly. His body went into system overload, and the blood roared to his head! He wondered briefly where the hell he was supposed to find the strength to make it that restaurant door? Even in his wildest dreams-touching her hadn't been that fantastic! He staggered from the car, and bent over struggling to breathe. Two women passing toward the door looked at him with concern. "Are you alright Sir?" One called to him. Taya quickly came to him, and gave him a small brown bag to breathe into. "He's ok" She tried to wave the two women away, but their looks now turned from concern to disdain, seeing this black girl with a tall, dark and handsome obviously well-off white man. "Ok," Taya whispered in his ear. "I had no idea I affected you that much! " Tony threw his head back and laughed. "What gave me away? The hyperventilating, or the near faint?" She giggled. "Oh, I think it was probably when you grabbed your chest, like a man having a heart attack, and whispered Oh dear God!" He reached out, and pulled her into his arms. She went willingly, and lifted her head as he kissed her, long and slowly. Neither one of them could stop smiling. "This is the best date of my life. " He murmured. "But wait until I tell your mama, you let me feel you up in the car-Woo-Wee!" Taya punched him. "You better not, you jerk!" She laughed. "Some things better stay between the two of us." Tony sighed as they made their way to the door. "Oh all right, but what about our grand kids- is is ok to tell them?" Taya chuckled and nodded. "Oh ok, If you must tell someone, you can tell our grand kids, I have a feeling they'll be more open minded than my mama!" He wrapped his arms protectively around her as they walked smilingly past the scowling women. Nothing could ruin this night, he was holding onto his dream girl. The one he had waited two years to date, he had no intentions of wasting anymore time........" Although you have few clues about Taya, see if you can guess her love language, along with Tony's........... What clued you into their languages? -answer in 2 days....

What you have on the AVERAGE ww.....

Even if you're not half as beautiful as Naomi, you still have something the AVERAGE ww does not-guess what it is.....

What you have over the average White Woman.....

It's actually something that pretty glaringly obvious.

Yet so few women realize it. Especially few bw. I think we have all noticed how spoiled and self absorbed many ww are. WM seem to be figuring this out as well. Allow me to give you a couple of examples:

1. One of my favorite cousins was married to a ww. (That's all he's dated- I know, typical bm) Anyway, he had a very good job, and the marriage started off fine. Before long, she gave birth to a baby boy. Even after she recovered from the birth, she refused to do a lick of housework or to wash baby bottles. She kept throwing them away and forcing my silly cousin to buy more because she said, and I quote: "White women don't do menial labor!" Keep in mind now, that she hailed from a local trailer park. She also insisted on not working, not doing laundry, and laying around the house in her bed clothes. My cousin grew more and more frustrated, yet chose to do nothing, aside from complaining to us. She also insisted on a weekly 'paycheck' for all her services! (go figure on that) He gave it to her to keep her happy, and she spent money like it was going out of style. He was getting regular promotions, and aside from her spontaneous demands for money, they seemed fairly happy. Well then the bubble burst. The economy shifted and like many people, he found his job to be in jeopardy. He asked her to go out and work in case he should lose his job. She flatly refused. He asked her to cut back for fear that they would direly need the money she was squandering on clothes and jewelry. She refused this request as well. She went on spending like there was no tomorrow until he got his pink slip. Except for the money he had managed to hide from her, they were broke. The checking/savings had been long emptied due to her compulsive spending, and they were over leveraged in many ways. This is when she began to show her true colors. She demanded that my cousin find work that would not 'embarrass her' and that he bring in the same abundant paychecks, he had brought home before. Of course with the economy in such a down turn, he was unable to do this. He did get 2 new jobs, but even together they did not match what he had previously made (8 k per month) She was horrified that they not only lacked the pay, but also the prestige of his previous employment. She promptly packed her bags and walked out, leaving him to take care of their child alone. He actually confessed to me that it was a relief to see her go. He said all she cared about was money, and that she had been spending apr. 5k per month on absolutely nothing, while he had to pay bills with the other 3. Within three months of her leaving, his bills are paid, and he has money in the bank. She called last week and said that she had thought about it, and decided to give him another chance. He told her to 'stay gone'....

I was talking with a ww acquaintance I know, (we'll call her lisa) when she casually mentioned that she had recently divorced her husband. She was so casual about it, I looked at her in shock. She laughed at the look on my face and told me that he had found out about a tryst she'd had with a bm, and had called an attorney. She said that she therefore had been forced to divorce him first so she could sue for alimony and child support. She then went on to brag about how she'd racked him over the coals in court by crying before the judge. She giggled as she described the horrified look on his face when he was forced to pay 1800 per month in child support(2 children) and 2000 per month in spousal support. She also got to keep their 8 year old ranch house, and one of their two vehicles. He has to pay all medical/dental expenses, and even carry the house insurance! I was shocked and horrified. She laughed as she told me how her lawyer had kept the info about the bm from being brought out in court with a: 'motion to suppress' and that the judge saw only an attractive ww, and was on her side from the intro. The expenses ended costing her hubby 3/4 of his income! I didn't even know that was legal! By the time she got to this part of the story 2 other ww, and 1 black had gathered near us to listen. The other ww all nodded approvingly and laughed with her. They said that she should not have to struggle, and she did the right thing. One even asked her attorney's name, and number. The other bw there looked as appalled as me. She asked how her ex husband was supposed to live on 1/4 of his income. To which Lisa snapped, "That's not my problem now is it?"

The other ww rushed to defend her. "She just can't be expected to live on nothing -now can she?" One asked. "No." I answered quickly. "And neither can he! "

The other bw shook her head as they hurried away. "They really think they're princesses and the world is their fairy tale. ' She murmured.

What's the point? The point is these are common scenarios for ww. Many ww lack loyalty in a relationship. What right did she have to accept spousal support from a man she cheated on? Yet this is common for them to get it. Now I am not implying all ww are like this. What I am saying is that many are. They have become so spoiled they don't know how to ride out the hard times, or stand by their man when he is having problems etc. They are also the most likely of all women to go to court and 'cry' to get their way. What you have on ww is simple. Many ww think only of themselves, and are quite vain, and shallow. Many will leave a relationship at the first inkling of hard times. So in answer to the question, what do you have on ww. The answer is LOYALTY!

As bw, we are nothing if not loyal, and that character trait precedes us. The next time you are wondering what you have on ww, remember this...........