My girlfriends… there through thick and thin… my girlfriends… there for anything… MY GIRLFRIENDS!

I know you’re wondering how the homies, my girls, my boos have anything to do with why #TheYearOfBae is cancelled. Honey they have everything to do with it! The women in my life court me better than any man ever has. They tell me I’m beautiful when I feel “unpretty”, they pray for me when I can’t pray for myself, they laugh at my jokes even when they aren’t very funny, they make sandwiches without onions because they remember how much I hate them, and they faithfully read this blog because they know it matters to me. To quote the great philosopher and my Soror-Blogger-Friend, Mariah, I’ve learned what it’s like to be treated well and I can’t return to the “shrunken place”.

FYI She has some super dope content over at https://outofmymouth.blog/ – Check her out!

We’ve all been to the shrunken place. It’s where we condense our standards and take whatever is offered because we don’t think we can have anything better. I sincerely believed that the best a man had offered me was the best it could get. I mean if better was an option I’d be getting it right?! You know what I learned? Better IS an option! My girls treat me so much better than I ever thought I could experience. My girls treat me better than Chick Fil A… BRUH have you ever been to Chick Fil A?! Chick Fil A is better to me than some family members are; and my crew is even better than that! Unlike Donald Trump I actually do have the best friends and know the best people. Unfortunately the men of 2017 that I’ve met just aren’t offering the same calibre of excellence that the homies are. Some of them aren’t offering very much at all other than disappointment and frustration. After having the best I’m supposed to accept “we’re out of everything,  my ice cream machine is down McDonald’s mistreatment” from the Fraternal Order of Fawk Boys?! #HardPass! I’m told my standards are too high, often times by the very people who are the culprits for making me realize people who love you WILL treat you well. How is that for irony lol?! I’m spoiled and I have high hopes and you ladies have no one to blame but yourselves lol. I’ve had Watermelon Mint Lemonade, I’m not going back to Kool-Aid! Because if these women who hold the title of friend can love me this well, then surely the man who is meant to be my husband will surpass them all… right?! 

Y’all pray for him and wish him luck because whoever Husbae is has his work cut out for him! I think he’s equipped for the challenge though!  

When they aren’t giving me grief about being habitually late or my chronic FOMO; my girls feel inclined to remind me constantly that I have the juice, the sauce, and the anointing. They take time out of their busy schedules to check up on me and make time for me. And I’m supposed to cancel on them for a dude whose greatest literary contribution is daily “wyd” texts?! To quote Maya Wilkes… OH HELL NAW! I’m gonna show up for them just like they show up for me. I’ll be late but I’ll be there! These ladies make sacrifices for me, include me, consider me, celebrate me, hold me accountable, call me on my crap, and always have my back! I cannot, will not, and refuse to disrespect them by giving a man who isn’t at least just as dope as they are a space next to them in my heart. He’s gotta be worthy of John Legend serenades and hand written poetry. He has to be the answer to prayers I whisper to Christ in secret, the Dwayne to my Whitley, the Jack to my Ginger Ale, my perfect verse over a tight beat, the blues in my left thigh AND the funk in my right. So until I meet a guy who can be all of that and is worthy of shaking the hands of my Besties… my Caucus Sisters… my long lost sister-friends… the Shady Bunch… the Sawrahs… the Ladies of the League… and #The42… #TheYearOfBae is cancelled and YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US! Ain’t no seat at the table for you Big Fella! 

P. S. – I sincerely pray that I am half the friend to each of you that you are to me. I’ll never be able to thank God enough for each one of you!