The V-Day Look on Love

Happy Valentine’s Day, Happy Fashion Week and most importantly, Happy Birthday to my blog. Today it’s three years old. Surprisingly older than any of my relationships in the past three years. I’m not exactly complaining because each relationship has taken me on an enlightening journey and left me with lifetime friends, to say the least.

It’s hard being a girl in New York City looking for love. Believe me, as much as I admire Carrie Bradshaw; the New York City dating scene is not nearly as exciting nor alluring. Meeting men on dating apps can feel like when I get sand in my vagina from one nice day at the beach. It goes home with you, and it’s terribly hard to get rid of.

In a city where Tinder, Match.com, Happen and Bumble are your tools to meet and date, it doesn’t lend much hope to an impatient, hopeless romantic like myself. I’m sorry but swiping right, or left doesn’t excite me, nor get my juices flowing. Not to mention the back and forth messaging, from app to text to WhatsApp. Like what ever happened to a good old-fashioned phone call?

I love that first phone conversation where the sound of his voice makes you tingly and the second call, where you get excited because he’s actually calling back!

Yes, texting is more convenient in this day and age, and I do love me a good text filled with some emojis. However, I feel like convenience and practicality suck the romance out of everything these days.

A perfect example: Man sends roses to love interest even though he lives in NYC and could hand pick them, see them carefully wrapped and delivered in person.

Don’t get me wrong, this is a very sweet and thoughtful gesture to send someone flowers. Especially with everyone’s schedule these days. I just think if Man lives in NYC, he’s missing out on the look on your face when you get them, plus that big juicy kiss that comes with two dozen roses delivered personally. Two dozen please, not one! It just looks plush, elegant, and far more beautiful.

I’m that gal who likes to go out and get approached by some brave man who’s confident enough to walk up to a girl dressed as well as I am in the midst of my pride of lionesses. “Roar!”
Although….. I think I’m more of a tiger; like the type Al Pacino described. #IntimidatingMuch lol!

Ok ok, enough with the man bashing, it is Valentine’s Day, and I am supposed to be writing about love. I can’t help but feel a little disheartened that Prince Charming is taking so long. I think the important lesson I’ve learned from dating is not to undervalue myself and my feelings because of a desire to make things work.

Self-love is huge, and there is a thin line between love and getting caught up in someone else’s world. Sadly for me sometimes, I mistake a man’s desire for me and their neediness and willingness to have me close for genuine adoration.

By definition, adoration means “deep love and respect.” One can’t exist without the other. I’m an outstandingly generous woman in every way you can think of. I thought I found The One because he made every day feel exciting, even when we did nothing. Gazing at each other was equally as stimulating as touching each other, on the hands, the back of the neck or on the cheek was explosive.

I’m a sucker for a man who can make me smile by just looking at him and populate joy throughout my body and soul on a daily basis. However, the minute that this joy is gone, He has got to go!

So, in conclusion, Happy Valentine’s Day to all my lovers and all the people out there who have managed to find genuine love. You are truly blessed. Treasure it and guard it with all that you have and all that you are. I love seeing others in love because they give me hope that it’s still out there.
To the girls like me who are still looking for Mr BIG, just think of how many more fabulous outfits you get to conjure up for the next hot date or GNO.

I put together this outfit for a fun-tab-u-lous night on the town with friends, and now my date book is filled for the next month at least.

See…..single life ain’t all bad. You get to look good and be a bad girl at the same dam time.

Embrace your inner Riri we don’t all have to be Beyonce (independent of how much I love her)
They say money can’t buy you love, but Lord knows my wallet keeps me busy when my heart is not nearly as full as it could be #ClosetExpansion