"Mr. Big"...

So…a few weeks has passed and I’m still twittering my thumbs on when and if I should start dating.

After the draining of my past relationship, I needed a change. I packed up my things and left old memories behind and headed to the breath of fresh air of a beautiful neighborhood. I no longer wake up to tears on my pillows, the scent from his side of the bed, or his “good morning beautiful” messages… I now wake up to LIFE. The LIFE I’m ready to live that involves me, Me, and ME! I have always been far from selfishness and always put others in front of my own success while dropping everything to see them succeed. However…in the process of doing so, you end up losing a part of yourself when you become a pawn in someone else's twisted game. Trust…don’t get me wrong, the things I do for people I care about comes from nothing but love, so I don’t ask for anything in return, but the second I find out I was just a piece in your own game, is when it becomes a problem…

Oh…I failed to tell you in my first entry that I’m a Scorpio…So even though we can be very charming, loveable, confident, passionate, and sexual, we also have a dark side so you might not want to cross us… Revenge is second nature to a Scorpio so choose your chess pieces wisely…

Living my new life of ME, is going to be fun in my future dates to come. I will now become “them.” At this time of my life, I’m not interested in Acting like a Lady and thinking like a Man…that cost me 3.5 years with one, 6 years with another, and 3.8 years with the last. The game of dating for me has switched and I now will “act like a boy” and I owe it all to my past…So take a bow because I know you’re reading…

It’s time for me to have some fun and get to know the real ME with an “I don’t care” type of attitude. “NO” will be upon my lips!...No I don’t cook, No I’m not paying, No you can’t pick me up, No you can’t be my boyfriend, no No NO! I’m in control now and I understand by controlling, I can’t guarantee that I’d meet my King of Queens, and I’m okay with that… Of course, this is going to be fun for now, and maybe later I’ll want to take it a bit more serious…but for now…LETS HAVE FUN!

So… after I decided to just HAVE FUN… I get a message from someone who I randomly met out the blue on a late evening. Now…let me set this story up correctly. This “someone” is no ordinary someone… He has been on the screens of every person’s television weekly for months at a time for years… Trust me…no need to know “who he his” just know that he is a fine piece of specimen who will be named “Mr. Big”…

It’s been a tough few weeks and I been on a constant emotional roller coaster and all I needed was a break… I get a text from “Mr. Big” and I was shocked! Am I dreaming??? This can’t be! When I gave him my number, I didn’t actually think he would use it…and so soon! I mean…I’m not saying I’m a duck… I think I’m between a 7 and a 10… but to compare to other women in Los Angeles, this was far fetched!

So…he wants me to come over. I’m thinking noooooo….MTB (Ms Taye Brown) doesn’t do Jumpoffs! I’m back new to the scene of dating and although I want to have fun, this isn’t the kind of fun I want to have….and with him! Who does he think I am??? I’m sophisticated and educated…I don’t have Jumpoffs…I have relationships. But this man…oh lawd this man was different. This fine…clean cut…body like boom, bang, pow wants me now! So now I’m thinking…I can pass on his offer, go into work the next day and let everyone know that he contacted me and close out my story…or I make it into a game and push the envelope as far as I can go… So I pushed…

We decided to link up… I was excited, nervous, and laughing as I’m getting dressed because this has NEVER happened to someone like me. I was on my bed grasping for air after uncontrollable laughing at what could actually go down.

I respond to his text…he gave me his address… and now I’m in my car… I start up the engine, alert my sister where I was heading, and headed down the street. “Mr. Big” and I had been texting non stop up until now. I let him know that I was on my way… and then there was *dead silence*… For the first time, he didn’t respond… I’m now on the freeway and reality sits in and logical MTB (Ms Taye Brown) begins to think… “What are you doing MTB? Who does this? You don’t REALLY know this man”… So I’m beginning to freak myself out and in the process of turning around and end the story here…but then I get a text from him…

So… I pull up to his place and take a breath….a deep…long…longer…breath… Who is behind door #1? Is it “Mr. Big?,” his friend, or friendsssss??? Is it a killer??? Will Jason or Freddy Krueger stab me when I walk in??? Oh lawd!!! Do I end the story here or do I push it??? But…But…I’ve got to see who is actually behind door #1… I’m a story teller and MUST tell the entire story! Oh what the heck…you only live once! I walked to the door and texted “I’m outside.”… As he’s coming towards the door, I see a silhouette of a tall, dark and handsome man through his frost glassed door….and then it was opened…the door is now open…and there stood “Mr. Big.” This 6’3, 230 lb chocolately man with a body that can only be professionally sculpted, stood at the door… we smiled, hugged, and I walked in…

I’m laughing on the inside because I pushed the envelope and thanking God that it was HIM and not anyone else…. Safe!

So…I’m now inside of his home… and a beautiful home it is… not too big and not too small…perfect for him. I passed the large dining table filled with bills and magazines and glanced at his wall of accomplishments…in the 16 years in his career, this man has done it all… well let me be clear…he hasn’t it quite DONE IT ALL…not yet!

So…we’re sitting down and chatting it up… We’re laughing, flirting, acting silly, watching football on dvr, and really just trying to get to know each other and having a great time! As much fun as we’re having, I almost forgot that it was 1 a.m. in the morning. But…but…this was weird…I thought prestigious celebs like him are supposed to get you over and take you down to China town the second the door shuts! I mean…I don’t know how these things work, but that was my thought… But apparently not… by the look in his eyes, he seemed lonely and craved the love from someone… and I was that someone…

The hours have rolled by and he still hasn’t “tried” anything with me. I mean…do I want him to? Does he want to but changed his mind since we’re now “friends?” I mean…if I DO the DO DO… would I be considered “easy?” Wait a minute wait a minute… what am I talking about??? There aren’t any rules after being 30+ and dating! Especially now! I need a story and it can’t end like this… He now turns the lights off…

Sees Candy!!!! I’m giggly in the inside like I’m at a candy store. I’m thinking, “Its.About.ToGo.Down!” After hitting the lights, he sits back down next to me… and then nothing! NOTHING HAPPENS! Clock is ticking away and it’s getting late… I have work in the morning so this handsome dude better chop chop! So…to give him “the sign”…I cross my legs….oh wait! I forgot to tell you what I was wearing. Nothing fabulous just some black fitting sweats that most ladies wear in the gym…a black wife beater, hair in the pony tail, flip flops, and minimal makeup. You know…I was going for the “IknowI’mCuteButNotSoCuteWhereIt'sTooMuch" type of look…

So I crossed my legs and BAM! It got his attention! He went for the thigh…but then that was it… a few rubs and null... It was now close to 3 a.m. and I’m fed up….like dude, take charge! LOL… Since it seemed as if he was waiting for me, I went for it. Yep Yep….I went in for the kiss! Oooh mannn…this mannn…this mannn….this FINE chocolately beautiful man… Now as I’m playing music in my head while looking at his beautiful body…one thing leads to another and….yada yada yada…

Not to give too much detail but the making out was beautiful…however, the actual “motion of the ocean” didn’t last too long…Yeah ladies…imagine my expression. How are you gonna have ALL of this, plus that, and definitely THAT, and kept it short? My answer to my own question… I must be a BAD chick!

Needless to say…we got dressed, chilled some more, talked even more…and then I excused myself…Ladies…when you’re in control, you must stay in control! We kissed and hugged and as I walked out, he smiled…I smiled back…turned, and walked away…

Ladies and gentleman..."Mr. Big"...