Yesterday afternoon I decided that I would send out a group e-mail to a group of my friends that I hadn’t heard from in awhile. When I started to type the e-mail I thought to myself, “Would my friend consider the massive e-mail as tacky?,” or “Would I be putting someone’s business out in the street?” I thought about it for a minute or so – Then I decided to be daring and send the e-mail anyways. I had to justify my reasoning by telling myself that I was the one trying to make contact with them – and that it shouldn’t have matter what I said within the e-mail I was the one trying to make contact. No matter how busy I get I’ll always take a minute out of my time to call, fax, e-mail, page, or write someone that I haven’t spoken with no matter the time period. The e-mail was sent and I got my first reply within fifteen minutes after sending out the e-mail. Within a twenty-four time period I had gotten around three e-mail replies and one telephone call … I’m guessing that my approach worked and I’ll keep it mind the next I have to send out a massive e-mail. I’m still waiting on a couple of people to reply.

Today I decided that I would search the Internet for the lyrics to Klymaxx’s “Meeting In The Ladies Room,” and “Men All Pause.” I’m not sure if the following information is totally accurate but I got it from of my friend’s who I coined the “Music Guru.” (Even though I’m not too bad myself.) He stated that Klymaxx was/is the only African-American Female Rock Band … I thought that was slick information to know. Even though one of my friends try to say that “The Mary Jane Girls,” qualified under that category also. After he rethought that notion he changed his story … and quick at that. Nevertheless, I found the lyrics to the songs and I laughed so hard – I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

Meeting In The Ladies Room

Uh, I had to leave my condo to come to this

Well, I’m back, but this time I’m with my man

And these women are puttin’ their hands all over his

Yamamoto Kanzai sweater that I bought

And I’m much, much unhappy about that

I’d hate to come down to their level and become a BW

A basic woman

But if they don’t stop it’s gonna get scandalous

I’ve got a meeting a ladies room {I don’t need this}

I’ll be back real soon {That’s what I get for being in the neighborhood}

I’ve got a meeting a ladies room {Where’s my jewelry}

I’ll be back real soon {Can we talk}

(I laughed so hard when I read the line about her becoming a BW – A basic woman.)

Men All Pause

I know I was lookin’ good

I had my Kenneth Cole shoes on

My Gianni Versace blue leather suit

My nails were done and my hair was fierce

And I was riding in a Cooper’s limousine

Don’t you want to ride

(I’m guessing that when this song was out – I was still wearing Jordache and Pumas – I have no idea who/what Kenneth Cole and Gianni Versace was. Boy, How time has changed.)

During my last break of the day today I decided that I would walk away from my desk and try to catch some Oprah in the break room. I wasn’t really sure what I was going to be watching – but I had enjoyed the show from the day before. If only I knew what I getting myself into … Today’s show was dealing with being honest with people, and let’s just say they were being real honest with one another. I wish I could set up the scene like it happened, but I know I’m going to forget something and mess it up.

Today I received an unexpected telephone call while at work today. Last night I had placed a call and got the machine – So I left a message and waited for a callback. I waited for about an hour or so for a callback then I retired for the night. I thought “Maybe they didn’t get the phone call,” or just weren’t going to call me back. I’m no stranger to this type of thing so I didn’t lose any sleep over it – Nor did I pay it too much mind. I was shocked … and I was happy as hell. Someone had actually thought to call me back. Yes, They got major brownie points for that. We chatted for about twenty minutes and the conversation went very well … Something good might come outta this. Hmmm, I’ll see how it goes.

I think I’m going to end this entry on a positive note … ‘cause as I type this I’m thinking about the possibilities that my love life may experience. (I just realized the last time that idea popped up in my head, I was wrong …) nonetheless, I have never given up hope.