The Wrap Up
It’s been quite a year! Okay, where do we start? First, let’s thank God that we’re still here to chat and share some laughs together. He really is amazing, right? Sorry. I’m turning this all mushy and spiritual…let’s get to the goods. February 2021 was a complete mess for me. I was semi preparing myself to travel these new business journeys without a life partner, but the bomb hit the evening my website went live. I was getting calls and texts all night and day from friends congratulating me. None of those kind words came from Nathaniel. This is the man I’d been encouraging, fucking, and loving on for damn near two years. Instead, the text message I received read “Do you see what’s going on at Amazon?” Nigga, What? I completely lost it! I despise sending/reading long emotional ass text messages, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to teach this thoughtless individual what a REAL FRIEND is supposed to do and/or say. After the word vomit, I sat back to examine our entire relationship. I’d messed around and fell for the “Faux Nice Guy.” We’ll deep dive into that a little bit later because Nathan really showed his true colors in the summer. I got to decompress on a vacation to New Orleans in March. I went to Vegas a month prior, but that was a hard trip. I was struggling to get my head around school and my emotions. I was friendly with Tramelle at the time of the New Orleans trip, so he kept me entertained whenever my travel crew wasn’t out on the town. As you know, he didn’t last long. He did pass by some months later. Tramelle waved as he revved the engine on that huge tow truck. I threw up the deuces and turned my back. I didn’t want to encourage him to pull over and start some meaningless conversation. Chauncey showed up around Easter time. I’m rubbing my temples at the sight of his name. What a whirlwind that week or two was! After I completely stopped talking to him, a few new pairs of shoes magically showed up at my door. Food and accessories are a direct way to my heart. The problem is Chauncey isn’t concerned with my heart. His only concern is my vagina. We had an hour long conversation right before Christmas. The most bizarre hour in December in my opinion.
“So you mean to tell me you’re not fucking anybody? Like NOBODY? Lee-Ah, you gotta admit, that’s weird as fuck!” My blood started to boil with every word Chauncey was releasing through the phone.
“Nahhhh. What’s weird is that you’re a forty-three year old man that’s still slave to his dick. How many kids do you have again? I forgot.”
The line went completely silent, but I swear I felt the heat permeating through the phone. I refused to let the dead air rattle me. I was already a bold bitch before, but after all these spirituality trainings and positivity videos I’ve been consuming, my level of fearlessness and worthiness is on a hundred! And I prefer it this way. Another Vegas trip for Memorial Day Weekend. This trip was good for me because it was so noticeable that I’d gained happy weight and I was pleased with myself. What I wasn’t pleased with was men treating me like they used to when I used to strip. Men were back grabbing me without my consent and making unwanted comments on my “thickness.” Though I’ve always been thick as far as Los Angeles standards go. But unlike before, I’m demanding respect by any means. I’ve even ended some relationships due to this respect I'm now demanding. I failed to realize how stagnant some people were in my life. But if I'm being honest, things are flowing so smoothly without them around. They also tried to come back. But their behavior was exactly the same. Your negative characteristics aren’t welcome here any longer. I'm good Love, enjoy.
I finally got to go on my trip to St. Maarten! For years, I’d been dying to go, but could never seal the deal with anybody! I even tried to con my mom into going by saying that the island had casinos on every corner. She was hyped at first, but the gambling itch died rather quickly. Getting motion sickness on those winding roads and barfing over the side of the ferry to get to St. Barts doesn’t take away from the fabulous memories that where made on this trip. I damn near cried on the plain ride home. But I put my big girl panties on cause I know another overseas trip is in my near future. Before the St. Maarten trip, I stupidly began taking calls from Nathaniel. He sent me an email with a sob story and I fell for it like a dummy. It wasn’t so much the sob story that hooked me. It was the fabrication of him being a changed man. While we were in contact, I saw no significant changes. Nathan was still indecisive, smoking every damn day, a big ass complainer, uncommunicative, and financially illiterate. I told myself during our last phone conversation, Let me get off this ride before I get back in too deep. I cut all forms of communication. Crazy that he still keeps an eye on me daily via Instagram from a fake ass food page. But says he’s not a stalker…I beg to differ.
I saw Howard, the Cat Daddy, at the bar near LAX right after Christmas. He sent me over a Remy Sidecar. One of my favs at this bar. He pointed to an empty seat next to him after I flashed a thank smile his way. I wasn’t leaving my good ass seat to go listen to his bullshit. Find somebody new to play with. And you know he did! There was a pretty woman sitting in the same seat he offered me in less than ten minutes. I’d outgrown so many people in 2021, and I can only thank God for that. My Fall/Winter was spent congratulating my friends on their accomplishments all while hiding from the ones who finally got caught by corona. I somehow managed to only get regular sick in the past two years. I really wanted to take an out of town trip to bring in the new year, but you know how it goes. I spent my NYE at a new bar in Long Beach sucking down Kir Royales and shots of Casamigos. It was a good drunk ass night with good friends. I finally got my game plan down for the remainder of the year. It took me forever to get my planner together. Blame in on the Super Bowl and all the parties and people that were in town. The goal for 2022 is to continue to shed the dead weight in my life, save way more money with the help of my good girlfriend Rasheeda, get back on my routine of sharing funny stories with y’all more often, and travel at least two times a year. We’re hittin’ up Atlanta next month and I absolutely can’t wait! It’s been at least 6 years since I’ve been.
I know. I lied. I was supposed to talk to y’all about “The Faux Nice Guy”. I’ve been running so behind with getting more products and content on the site! Forgive me please…but I’m getting so much research done; That’s gonna end up being an entirely separate post. Is that okay, or do you wanna fight? Let me know how your year went and how you’re feeling at jualeeah@jualeeworld.com or jualeeworld@yahoo.com
