Yes, today is Wednesday. No, there is no “Way Back Wednesday” post. Why? Because I have something I need to get off my chest that just can’t wait.
As someone who says I’m happy being single, for the most part I’m telling the truth. But every now and then, something creeps into my spirit and makes me a little sad that Southern Boy hasn’t come my way (or someone comparable to Southern Boy). And then there’s Valentine’s Day, or as I sometimes call it “Valentomb’s” Day, taken from my girl Coral from the “Real World: Back to New York”.
I don’t think I’m wrong in wanting a Valentine. He doesn’t even have to be the boo. But it would be nice to have a guy call me up, invite me to dinner, and we have a grand ol’ time. I don’t need roses (though they would be nice) and I don’t need to be picked up (I prefer driving), but it would be swell to enjoy a meal with someone of the opposite sex who enjoys my company. Actually, I’d even settle for dessert. I’ve been on this kick to get a Valentine since February 1, not whole-heartedly of course. I honestly thought someone would come across my tweet, put some feelers out there, and come back and say, “Hey, Elle! I have a great guy who said he’d be your Valentine!” Yeah, that didn’t happen…
But you know what? It’s ok, because I’ll be my OWN Valentine. If my other single (or having boyfriends in different cities) linesisters in the DMV don’t want to do dinner on Monday, then I’ll take my own self out and be my own Valentine. Or I could crawl up on my couch, pop some popcorn, and watch “Love Jones”, “Love and Basketball”, and “The Best Man”…which the more I think about it is not a bad idea…
What do you guys think? Is there still time to catch a Valentine? Should I embrace my inner Carmen and go after what I want? Or should I just leave well enough alone and enjoy a night of ginger ale, Pop Secret, and Black love stories? Until next time, I’m just a (Valentomb-less) Southern girl…in the city.
Today’s Black History Month Fact is about Elizabeth Key Grinstead.
In 1662, Elizabeth Key Grinstead was the first woman of African descent in the United States to sue for her freedom and that of her infant son and win. Based on the fact her father was a white Englishman (her mother was a Black slave) and she was baptized as a Christian, her common-law husband and attorney William Grinstead argued that she should be set free. The House of Burgesses had no choice but to grant Elizabeth her freedom.