Introducing Paris...

So, I’m writing about my personal life for everyone to see. I can honestly say this may take some getting used to. But I’m doing this for my girl, Angel. I mean she’s always been there for me and she promised that if I did this little project she would owe me. Once I heard the “owe me” I was running towards my computer ready to put my whole life on paper so that all the haters can hate and the lovers can wish they could be me. To keep it 100 with you, that kind of fascinates me, but I have something coming up that is going to take a special favor from Angel so I’m ready to put in the investment to get the big pay out.

Sooooooo a little about me. My name is Paris like the great city and like the great woman I am. I’m five years from making partner at the accountant firm where I’ve spent the last four years breaking nails and sweat to move up. I’m single, sexy, soulful, surreal and amongst all independent and proud. I get so frustrated when everyone thinks that being single is like some curse. The best way to pluck my nerves and see me act as if I don’t have any education is to spark up the famous “so you’re single conversation.” I’m sure you’ve at one time experienced it. It goes something like, “so do you have a boyfriend?” I respond with a solemn, “no.” Then I get the famous, “What’s a pretty and successful woman like you doing without a man?” I swear every time I hear that sentence I want to turn around and scream at the top of my lungs for all to hear, “Why is a dumb fuck like you being allowed to walk the streets, asking stupid ass questions?”

Let me take a breath. God knows I’m getting mad just writing about this. As you can see I take it very personally when someone asks me silly questions about my private life. Especially since I’ve had such a tough one and I’ve done everything possible to beat the odds and leave my sorry past in the past. My crazy ass ex-boyfriend who I dated for six years not only cheated on me but had the audacity---not the nerve---but the audacity to rape some woman on his way home one day from work and knock her up. No, I’m not joking. I’m sure you can only guess how that story ended, we went to trial, and I learned that the man I had been building my life with was a rapist and he is now a property of the State for an undetermined amount of time and I’m here raising our eight year old son, who happens to be two months older than his sister.

After all that craziness it’s a wonder I still date…that in fact I still date men. God knows it took a lot to come back from that but I still have mad love for the opposite sex. I’ve promised myself that I would let go of the crazy situation of the past. I am committed to living in the fast lane, happy, untouchable and free. I’m completely fulfilled in life. All I need is God, my son, my sanity, a good friend like Angel and some wall shaking, bed rumbling, neighbors know his name sex, and I’m good. “Angel do you hear that? I’m good.” I’m on this blog holding it down for the all the single women who just don’t give a damn anymore. Can I get a hell yeah?

Well until next time. I got numbers to crack, money to make and a son to take care of.