Today a coworker became my best friend instantaneously when he handed me a three-disc Janet Jackson greatest hits compilation.  I  must admit, I’ve loved Janet Jackson for quite some time and as an eighties baby its only right.  I mean- I practically knew every move to her dance videos and every lyric to each song (minus the Velvet Rope album, I couldn’t get on that boat).  Needless to say, I was pretty amped to have the cd’s…now I can go home and practice the dance moves!  To coincide with my happiness, I decided to view one of my favorite Janet videos- The Pleasure Principle.  As I watched and sang along, I started to pay very close attention to the lyrics- something I didn’t really try to understand at age 10- and realized that this song is something we as women go through in most of our relationships with men.

In the song Janet recognizes that the relationship is no longer what it seems, in actuality it was never really for her. Guys have a tendency to sell women a dream relationship, but its what happens after the harsh reality sets in that makes all the difference.  Some women (and I can admit to being one of them) tend to turn to/rely on the “pleasure principle” when things go sour in a relationship.  They look to find some kind of pleasure/happiness in their situation…to run from or avoid the pain.  Here’s the true definition of the pleasure principle:…

The spring season is drawing near and after attending fashion week last September…I’ve rounded up my top looks that you’ll definitely see me flaunting!:

l-r: Alexander Wang, Matthew Williamson, Luella

Color Collision-  To compliment my bold and daring personality- this spring season I’m breaking fashion rules by mixing bold colors. If you choose to indulge in this trend, be sure to choose colors that work best with your skin!
Maxi Dresses-  ‘Me in a maxi dress? Yeah right!’…I know, I know…as much as I love to show off my legs- you wouldn’t think to catch me in a maxi. WRONG! Maxi dresses are very feminine and don’t require a lot of special attention.  Just slip it on and go!
Ladylike- Every time I meet somebody, the first thing that rolls off their tongue is, “You’re so prissy and ladylike”.  So I’m gonna dress the part: a very primp & proper lady- net veils, tulle gloves, and all.

June 21, 2008:  Prospects and Rejects
I woke up this morning sad.  I was thinking about last night and just the simple fact that I don’t have any prospects.  I’m not interested in having a relationship right now because I’m so busy with work and everything else that I’m trying to accomplish.  There’s no time.  But I don’t think that means I shouldn’t have any prospects lined up if in case I have time to date or have a talk on the phone.  I believe that every woman should have at least one go to guy.  Someone you can have a nice phone conversation with, maybe dinner, a movie, whatever.  Some guy should be there.  Some women are lucky to have two or three guys, maybe even five.  It doesn’t matter the amount, just as long you have that prospect.  How many do I have?

June 12, 2008:  The Drugs Are Kickin’ In
Today was a very, very extraneous long day at work.  I don’t believe BFF dropped me off at home until around 11 p.m.  That’s a record high for the latest I’ve been at work.  When I got home and began to unwind I got a phone call from J Hova.  We began to talk about randomness as usual and got on the conversation about these guys that we met (who happen to also be cousins) the weekend of partying before leaving DC.  I of course stopped talking with Hershey (he has a great dark complexion) once I got into work; so I hadn’t thought of him since April or so.  He was indeed a cutie and J Hova and I agreed that I should call him up and say hello.  Now in the middle of our phone conversation I received a text from an unidentified number that read: “Can you pick me up from the airport?”

June 1, 2008: My Mr. Big
This past week I went to the premier of the highly anticipated movie, Sex and the City.  I was so excited when Soul Goddess (my boss) told me that we were going!  Almost every woman practically lived by this show when it was on air.  And now, six years later, Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, & Charlotte resurfaced to answer so many questions that viewers were left to ponder once the show ended.  Did Carrie marry big?  What happened between Samantha and Smith Jared?  It was almost a sense of fulfillment because Mr. Big did end up sweeping Carrie off her feet.  But that’s it?  Ten years of a relationship battle with a man and no wedding bells at the conclusion?  It just wasn’t enough.  So of course this movie would serve to feed the fans what they’ve been craving.  A Carrie & Big wedding, plenty of sex talk, and most importantly eye dropping fashion.  After the premiere on Tuesday I wondered if I would ever or did I already have my own Mr. Big.  Was Mr. Valentine my Mr. Big?

May 17, 2008: Return of the Exes
Yesterday was great, aside from the whole Mr. Valentine phone call.  Skinny Jumbo called me again and invited me to this music festival.  We went.  It was lame.  We wanted to go eat somewhere with a nice patio, since it was gorgeous outside.  We ended up at a little Mexican restaurant filled with nothing but rude, black folks.  We drank our Margaritas, ate some chips and exited.  It was a very short afternoon.  Skinny told me that she didn’t feel up to going out tonight and I told her it was cool, so she dropped me off back home.  With much work to do, I decided to take a nap (pure laziness).  Hours into my nap my phone rings.  Mr. Valentine. Ignore. Turned back over and enjoyed the rest of my nap.

May 15, 2008:  The Art of Noise

This morning when I woke up I knew that today would be a demanding day.  I set up a photo shoot with rapper/actor/activist David Banner and those usually take at least three to four hours.  On top of that, I had a couple of articles that I’ve been working on that needed to be submitted today.  In addition to all of that, I still had to take on the role of being an assistant.  The photo shoot was really sleek.  I chose this upscale contemporary art gallery, Studio Clout which turned out to be an ingenious pick, might I add. The art gallery was a three level loft space which hosted some of the most compelling urban artwork I’ve seen to date. I had to wear many hats (something that I’ve gotten used to since working for ro) for this particular shoot: creative director, stylist, as well as photographer. Things were moving smooth and quick until David yells from the bathroom.

May 5, 2008: King Tut

After work today Little Bit (my close girl friend) came and picked me up from work and we went to No Mas to meet up with some dudes for drinks.  The restaurant was crazy as hell due to the Cinco de Mayo holiday.  Two hours and three margaritas later I was feeling good but ready for a change in scenery.  We decided to move the festivities to Slice, a little pizza joint around the block.  I never really understood Slice, it claims to be a pizza spot but you would swear it’s a night club with the way the music screams loud through the speakers and nobody’s eating pizza.  Just lots of standing around- drinking and politicking.  In the midst of sitting at the bar without a drink, I decided that three margaritas were enough, and listening to Little Bit entertain her dude, I caught the eye of this gent. 

**Continuing from Confessions of a Socialite Pt. 2**

 May 3, 2008:  Up to Speed

Please forgive me and give me a chance to catch you up to speed!  So I’m currently in Atlanta (all praises to God!) and I have been working like crazy!  I literally just jumped into it without giving myself time to get settled into my apartment or anything.  I was just ready to get my life started on the right track, immediately.  Since I’ve been down here, there’s been little social life.  I’ve really just been going from the office straight to the loft.  During my two month hiatus from writing, a couple of things have went down.  For one, I no longer talk or deal with Tommy; and two, Mr. Valentine and I have been having this long excruciating battle trying to see who can win the other over.  I can’t really explain why Mr. Valentine has this hold on my heart, maybe it’s because of the length of our relationship, maybe I’m just not trying to or scared to meet anyone knew.  I’m probably just trying to make it work with him because I don’t feel like putting the effort to learning anyone else, it’s exhausting. 

**Continuing from Rewind: Confessions of a Socialite**
March 12, 2008: The Second Breakup

Today I literally twiddled my fingers while at work!  I did, however, start my countdown until my last day (next Wednesday). Nothing really exciting happened at work today, just the normal power walking and gossiping that circles the office.  For lunch I went out with my cool coworkers and we all went to the Vegetarian Indian Buffet restaurant.  Sounds fun right?  Well if I was a vegetarian I would’ve been in heaven!  But I never close my eyes to other cultures’ food, so I tried it.  I actually tried and liked the tofu dish, so who knows?  I can possibly become a vegetarian; it might be something to think about later.
On my way home I got a text from Booties telling me that I had to be at the club for LeBron’s party by 11pm.  11pm?? Who gets to the club that early!?!  I mean I still had to go home and wash/dry my hair.  There was no way Regina and I would make it there by 11pm.  I tried to call her to deliver the news, but I could not get in touch.  She was excited about this party all week and I knew she would be so disappointed. When I got home I started thinking about Mr. Valentine (this nickname has way too much explanation behind it, but at the same time it should speak for itself), he hadn’t called me since last Saturday.