The one thing I actually love about getting older are the patterns in life that finally hit you as just that-patterns. And no matter what anyone freaking says, patterns give you permission to analyze. Why? Simply because they’re not rooted in luck or circumstance, just one sturdy-ass sequence (and if you’re not feeling that, holler at the millions of sociologists who get cut checks just for studying patterns).
R&B. Men. Men who don’t appreciate R&B. I’m going to make this quick.
There’s this thing called hyper-masculinity that I really can’t stand so I try my best to dodge it. Really because everything in excess has detrimental side effects. Everything. I can only deal with hyper-femininity in measured doses as well. Anyways! A dude who appreciates R&B (and not just to “set the mood”) is usually one who’s in touch with his feminine side. (Sidebar! Guys that get uncomfortable with any mention of “feminine side”â¦ I’m good on them too.) And dudes who are in tune with this emotive wing-just as women who are in tune with their masculine wing-tend to be more balanced human beings. Which is what we’re all striving to be. Or at least when you’re 25 and climbing, right?
Now I’m friends with a shit load of hyper-masculine dudes. Love a lot of them. But having them as boyfriends would be excessive. And guess what the one common trait 90% of them share is? They don’t eff with slow jams or Kanye’s emonstrous 808s & Heartbreak for a matter of fact.
All the above troubles me, but then I think about all this genre-bending music and I feel relieved. Shout out to de-conditioning Drizzy!
Now I know yall are probably like Trazy and another one of her wild stipulations, but I’d rather be picky with character rather than aestheticâ¦ though my mother always did tell me to date a guy with an obvious flawâ¦ but that’s another blog post.
Enjoy the dating world kids. —— By: Tracy of WWMD