Yes, I am very, very single.
As for your second question, I believe the old saying is that “gentlemen prefer blondes”, correct?
Well, I am not now, nor have I ever been, much of a “gentleman”, I guess. You see, I open doors, pay for dinner, walk closer to the street than my companion, listen, smile, and say “please” and “thank you”. But I’ve never been in a relationship and can’t even recall my last date with a blonde girl. I have a brunette addiction. The girls that I’m attracted to can usually be found in the lyrics to LL Cool J songs — give me an Around The Way Girl with a Boomin’ System, and I’m all good.
(Especially those girls who walk with a switch and talk with street slang. She doesn’t need the bamboo earrings, Fendi bag, or bad attitude, but the lollipop at the bus stop works wonders. This is still a Presidential history blog, right?)
Wow…I’ve received some questions that were out of left-field, but this one might take the cake. Did I just turn into Tumblr’s dad?
However, because you did come to me and were nice enough to think that I can share some wisdom, I have no problem answering your question as seriously as possible.
Do I ever feel like I need love?
Well…when I’m alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call, telling me I need a girl who’s as sweet as a dove. For the first time in my life, I see I need love.
I mean…there I was, giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts and I’m not saying no names. Then the thought occurred, teardrops made my eyes burn as I said to myself, “Look what you’ve done to her.” I can feel it inside; I can’t explain how it feels. All I know is that I’ll never dish another raw deal playing make-believe, pretending that I’m true, holding in my laugh as I say that I love you. Saying “amor”, kissing you on the ear, whispering “I love you” and “I’ll always be here”. Although I often reminisce, I can’t believe that I found a desire for true love floating around inside my soul because my soul is cold — one-half of me deserves to be this way till I’m old. But the other half needs affection and joy and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy.
So, yeah, I guess I’m saying that I need love.