Single Black Male

As suggested by the lovely Ms. Devereaux, I am officially declaring this (drum roll please) …

Commenter Peace Day

For those of you that read and follow the comments (I love you all, as long as with my readers), there has been a lot of fighting, fussing, feuding, and pent up sexual tension (a lot of that) over the past week or two. Even to the point where I took a hiatus from commenting on my own blog (I know … nutso).

So … as a result, we are taking one day to just not say anything mean spirited and really hit the Kumbaya and have positive discussion.

Honestly, as Black People … this is important. We are never going to band together and rise if we can’t get along with each other. Do it for me.

The days post is coming soon!

My good friend (blogging and outside of blogging) The Antidater has wirtten a new post entitled The Economics of Dating, which has some good points.

I’ll save my personal economic analysis of dating for other posts, as I have a lot to say on that, but wanted to talk about one of his analogies.

Sunk Cost - A cost that has been incurred and cannot be reversed.

Dating equivalent: A date

One thing he forgot to mention is this only applies to men.  I don’t care what price you place on your “2 hours” or the cost of “bad conversation” … women rarely if ever incure any costs for a first date.

Now for a guy, dates really can be a waste of money and time (I got a little time to waste though … my money though … ).  But … I do think that a good date can be though of as a good investment, or if it leads to sex, a necessary barrier of entry.  Also, with the level of independence that I enjoy (and antidater loathes), you may even get a good ROI (return on investment).  Your casually coffee at starbucks, may lead you to being treated to Ruth’s Chris.

Anyways, keeping this short (its Friday).  Read his post.

Thought this funny email would make a good introduction to my next post. I almost fell out laughing when I read it … but its SO true!

A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City, where a
woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the
entrance is a description of how the store operates:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the
value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights.
The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may
choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except
to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first
floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.

She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign
reads:

Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.

“That’s nice”, she thinks, “but I want more.”

So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good
Looking.

“Wow,” she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking
and Help With Housework.

“Oh, mercy me!” she exclaims, “I can hardly stand it!”

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous,
Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where
the sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men
on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are
impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

PLEASE NOTE:

To avoid gender bias charges, the store’s owner opened a New Wives
store just across the street.

The first floor has wives that love sex.

The second floor has wives that love sex and have money.

The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.