To: “Will Demps onhismind@essence.com”
Fr: Non-GroupieGirl2227@yahoo.com
Re: Article in the September issue of Essence magazine entitled “Groupie Love”
First of all, I never do this. Send out an e-mail…to an NFL player…about an article about Groupies. Trust that this is a first. But I really had a couple of questions I wanted to pose to you based on your heartfelt words about meeting the right person.
First and foremost, I get it. You want a woman of substance, a lady with class, style and intelligence. I know it must be really hard to find someone who truly wants to love you for you and not your fame, money or hell, even your body. (Because to tell you the truth, you could not have a dime to your name and I will still try to talk to your fine ass).
But riddle me this…
How does a woman with style, class and intelligience meet you without stalking your ass?
Take me for instance, I am a 30 year old single (never been married) professional woman no kids, I have two degrees and a decent job. I love fitness and reading and I really dig good conversation and quiet intimate moments. Now don’t take this personally, but where would we meet…do you go to Borders? Kick it at the coffee shop? Might I meet up with you at a wine and cheese party?
Seriously.
No offense, I know you are a prize, gifted with natural athletic abilites that afford you the ability to make a living for yourself, but you know the stereotype of a football player.
And I will let you in on a little something, I actually dated a football player when I was in college. Believe me, it was not intentional, I just wasn’t into that scene. But I happened to meet this one guy, one thing led to another and we went on a few dates. Let’s just say he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch. I remember having to speak slowly and translate my words into sign language just to have a conversation. Needless to say it got expensive to pay a professional interpreter…so I moved on.
Will, let’s not play this game. We are both searching for the same thing. Someone who just loves us for us, and the truth of the matter is you neither you or I will ever find that. Particularly not by you writing articles in a black women’s magazine and certainly not by me writing e-mails to generic e-mail addresses that at best will be read by the janitor at ESSENCE.
Fr: Non-GroupieGirl2227@yahoo.com
Re: Article in the September issue of Essence magazine entitled “Groupie Love”
First of all, I never do this. Send out an e-mail…to an NFL player…about an article about Groupies. Trust that this is a first. But I really had a couple of questions I wanted to pose to you based on your heartfelt words about meeting the right person.
First and foremost, I get it. You want a woman of substance, a lady with class, style and intelligence. I know it must be really hard to find someone who truly wants to love you for you and not your fame, money or hell, even your body. (Because to tell you the truth, you could not have a dime to your name and I will still try to talk to your fine ass).
But riddle me this…
How does a woman with style, class and intelligience meet you without stalking your ass?
Take me for instance, I am a 30 year old single (never been married) professional woman no kids, I have two degrees and a decent job. I love fitness and reading and I really dig good conversation and quiet intimate moments. Now don’t take this personally, but where would we meet…do you go to Borders? Kick it at the coffee shop? Might I meet up with you at a wine and cheese party?
Seriously.
No offense, I know you are a prize, gifted with natural athletic abilites that afford you the ability to make a living for yourself, but you know the stereotype of a football player.
And I will let you in on a little something, I actually dated a football player when I was in college. Believe me, it was not intentional, I just wasn’t into that scene. But I happened to meet this one guy, one thing led to another and we went on a few dates. Let’s just say he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch. I remember having to speak slowly and translate my words into sign language just to have a conversation. Needless to say it got expensive to pay a professional interpreter…so I moved on.
Will, let’s not play this game. We are both searching for the same thing. Someone who just loves us for us, and the truth of the matter is you neither you or I will ever find that. Particularly not by you writing articles in a black women’s magazine and certainly not by me writing e-mails to generic e-mail addresses that at best will be read by the janitor at ESSENCE.
(But if by chance the janitor does pass this along to you...call me....)
*sigh*
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