Mostly Erica

Eight years ago, February 1st, my son, Justice was born. I spoke to his father once that day and never again. I didn’t know where he was or anything. I took it for what it appeared to be- that he wasn’t interested in the responsibility. We had already broken up before I knew I was pregnant so I wasn’t really sweating it.

Yesterday, my baby’s daddy sent me a message on Facebook. Apparently, he’s been looking for us since 2002. Wild. I gave him my number and we spoke about everything in the past and leading up to now this morning. It’s crazy because my son missing out on a father all of these years is pretty much based on a lie told by an outside party. [This is where I tip you that checking your facts and confronting your witnesses is key.]

Today, right now, my son is on the phone speaking with his father for the first time. I feel so good in my heart about it thinking back to when he was four and asked why he didn’t have a dad and how I cried that entire afternoon. I am hoping for the best and I don’t doubt I’ll be witnessing it.

“Who’s that?” That ain’t nobody! That’s just my baby’s father!

I finally became so insanely bored the other night that I actually watched “For the Love of Ray J”. Well, let me be honest, I wasn’t really bored. I only watched it because I was waiting on something else to come on a friend wanted me to see.

Anyway, in this episode, which I also later found out was the season finale, Ray J is down to two women. On both dates, he says similar things to the women and gives them each the same thoughtful gift. Suddenly, it occurred to me… I’ve seen this before. No, not the show- God no. But I’d seen this copy + paste romance before.

This goes back to the beginning of internet dating, when you could tell that the extremely long first message you’d received from someone was clearly a copy + paste job. The difference now, is that it’s spread into other avenues of communication… text, telephone, and finally, spilled right over into real life, common romantic involvement.

People who do it are usually, as Minnie would say, “a lover out to score” or just bored and using the interaction as a time filler. The saddest bit of it is that the pasters will never truly know the value their conquests/part-time entertainment as people  and the victims will have managed to waste a lot of time on a whole lot of nothing ever really said.

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I didn’t expect to have a really great birthday this year. There just weren’t factors in place for it to go down as I’d have liked. I wasn’t sweating it though because I’m happy most days so what does this one matter?

I planned to get braids today- chick was a no-show so I used to the money to buy stuff for the house instead at Wal-mart with Irik and the kids. The whole day has been super ‘laxed and now that I’m on the couch after my hot bath, sipping on some alcoholic refreshment and watching Purple Rain with my baby, I am good to go.

Besides, Bel and I are hitting the club next weekend- belated celebration on deck. Yes. Oh yea, because of her, I’m starting the Insanity fitness program tomorrow. I am so out of shape, I am going to die. Lol.

I hung out with the lovely Miss Maribel today. She’s awesome. We only got about one thing accomplished that we planned to do but I had a great time with her. We checked out tattoo spots and she took me out for a pre-birthday lunch. Chipotle for the win! Margaritas! I think she is the only Mexican who knows less about Mexican food than I do. Haha. We’re getting tats next Saturday. I’m excited.

Shouts out to Hardman Tattoo Co… even though Tank told me I was too perky and would normally throw someone like me into oncoming traffic. Lol.

The heart is no good without the mind. You’re loving one and thinking of another. You’re in love with Adidas but you’re in the Nike store.

Do yourself and whomever you’re with a favor. Decide where you want to be. This shoe game is ridiculous.

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