GOD Places Us Exactly Where We’re Supposed to Be
Chante’s Got a Man. One of the girlies told me that after she read one of my newsletters. In that letter I divulged that over the holidays last year I’d fallen in love. It’s true, I did. I’d fallen in love with someone I went to school with. We didn’t date in school but we reconnected whilst I was home and the rest is history. One day I’ll share the details of how he swept me off my feet. I’ll give you a clue though. Acts of Service girls. Acts of Service.
I know many of you are thinking how I could fall in love with a man in California and not in Paris. Longtime followers know that I loved someone for five years in Paris. Though now I’m not quite sure if I was in love with him. Culturally we were very different and that was a struggle in our relationship amongst other things.
The truth is that I’m a Bay Area Girl. I am a tried and true, unbossed and unbought, Bay Area chick. I like a certain kind of man and France doesn’t seem to breed them. I like ‘em big, Black and masculine as hell. Sprinkle a bit of toxicity on that masculinity and he has me at hello. If my man and I are involved in a bar fight I don’t want to worry about him tucking his tail. Not that we’d ever be in a bar fight but when you stay ready you don’t have to get ready. I need to feel protected and no man protects his woman like an American man. This is not a dig to my American girlies who have found love and marriage in France. I love this for them! It’s just that French guys don’t have the same swagger as American and that’s a hill I’m prepared to die on.