I will admit it; my reputation as a party girl precedes me. I am, well, let me rephrase that, I WAS a girl about town. If there was an industry event, I was front and center. New restaurant opening; I was one of the first people there. I even dabbled at promoting events and brunches for the professional, upwardly mobile black bourgeois and I loved every minute of it. I was known in these NYC streets as a very friendly, flirtatious, sociable, kick it girl…who never really settled down.
Don’t get me wrong, I had my fair share of relationships from 2003 until 2009. However, most of them were not serious and/or monogamous. It wasn’t until I started dating my fiancé in 2009that I realized I previously had a thing for emotionally unavailable men. I mean, the men I dated were all around and present, until I started to inquire about relationship status. They would wine and dine, but had no interest in being in a relationship. So, needless to say, I never really presented a man to the public as my boyfriend for most of my adult life.
One of my dear friends was at a conference last year and ran into a mutual friend of ours. I have flirted with this guy on numerous occasions and even entertained the idea of having a fling with him YEARS ago, but always talked myself out of it.
While at the conference, she and old flirting buddy sat down for conversation and she mentioned to him that I was engaged. He did not believe it. She later went on to tell me that she said my first name, middle name and last name and it still would not register with him that I was in fact getting married. He stated to her, “I do not believe you. She is not the marrying kind, like she never wants to get married. If she is getting married, then I am getting married…and we know that isn’t happening…”