Image via WikipediaIt’s shortly after six am and I’m wide awake. I don’t have any particular place to be. This morning I’m up early because Michael has to be at work in a short while. Michael is a real great guy. I love watching him dress in the morning. I never let him know I’m up. I just lie on my side and watch him. He always puts his socks on first. It’s like he starts on the bottom and works his way up. He’s like that with everything. He says no one misses out by working on the foundation of things. I agree with him. Most of the time.
My name is Felicia. I’m falling in love with a man I’m afraid to call my boyfriend. It’s not that I don’t think he’d be a good mate. I think he'd make an excellent mate. I’m just not sure I’m ready to let go of the others. Yes there are others. There’s Tim, he’s an amazing kisser. There’s also Jim, who is the BEST listener, and such a cutie patootie. And Eric, Kareem and John. Of course I'm not sleeping with all of them, at this time.
I often find that I like more than one person at a time. When I was younger they called me a flirt. The names have gotten far worse as I have gotten older. I always wonder how it's possible for a man to be intimate with twice as many partners as I can glance at and its not a problem. He is a player. He is a ladies man. He is sowing his oats, royal or otherwise.
As a woman, I am loose. I am nasty. I am to be shunned. It doesn't bother me. I know I'm not those things. What's more, even if I was, it would not be a problem. I could always say I was getting in touch with my masculine side.
Michael is done getting dressed and leans down to kiss me good by. I mumble something about him having a good day at work. I lay in the bed for several minutes after he leaves. When I am certain that he will not be returning for any forgotten items I reach under the mattress and retrieve my phone. There are calls to make and text to respond to. Before long my days schedule is packed. Breakfast with Jim, meeting Eric at the gym, lunch with John and coffee with Kareem. Tim wants to get together but he doesn't know what his schedule looks like for the day yet. I probably won't be seeing him. It's difficult for me to pencil people in on days like this.
No more lolly-gagging for me. Soon the day will start and I can't let it start without me. As I hop in the shower I am tempted to call a few of my single friends and let them know that there are plenty of good men out there. I smile as I think better of it. They would shoot them all down or lament their inability to find their own. Then they would call each other and talk. They would say that I wasn't lucky in love. Rather I was lucky in bed.
Easy. Sleazy. Slut. Floozy. Harlot. Tramp.
It doesn't bother me any. I know that I am not those things.
Discussion:
Do you know a Felicia Freebie?
Is she what you would consider promiscuous?
Do you think she is affected by what people think of her?
Are you a Felicia Freebie?
Michael is done getting dressed and leans down to kiss me good by. I mumble something about him having a good day at work. I lay in the bed for several minutes after he leaves. When I am certain that he will not be returning for any forgotten items I reach under the mattress and retrieve my phone. There are calls to make and text to respond to. Before long my days schedule is packed. Breakfast with Jim, meeting Eric at the gym, lunch with John and coffee with Kareem. Tim wants to get together but he doesn't know what his schedule looks like for the day yet. I probably won't be seeing him. It's difficult for me to pencil people in on days like this.
No more lolly-gagging for me. Soon the day will start and I can't let it start without me. As I hop in the shower I am tempted to call a few of my single friends and let them know that there are plenty of good men out there. I smile as I think better of it. They would shoot them all down or lament their inability to find their own. Then they would call each other and talk. They would say that I wasn't lucky in love. Rather I was lucky in bed.
Easy. Sleazy. Slut. Floozy. Harlot. Tramp.
It doesn't bother me any. I know that I am not those things.
Discussion:
Do you know a Felicia Freebie?
Is she what you would consider promiscuous?
Do you think she is affected by what people think of her?
Are you a Felicia Freebie?
4 comments:
I know a TON of Felecia Freebies!!! In my experience, I've known many females that, when they have a bit more to offer to a relationship (be it physically, financially, intellectually, etc...), they tend to keep their options open.
I've never heard men call women "whores" (or any of the other popular vernacular) based on dating habits. Usually, I only see other women call women those things & that seems to come from a jealous place (just like you mentioned in para. 3). Women are always talking about how their are no "good men" but as soon as a woman they know has more than one viable option, "she's a slut, she's a ho, she's a freak...Cuz she gotta different man everyday of the week." (LIL KIM)
I've always felt that the same relationship rules SHOULD apply to both sexes but then again, what do I know? I wear a mask in public.
Funny thing, I know a handful of Felicia Freebies. I am surrounded by a bunch of young single women, who are just out to have fun! They call each other sluts and whores, just for a good laugh.Females like Felicia Freebie arent ready for that commitment. Next is she promiscuous? YES! :o)And no, she is not affected by what others think of her..and she shouldnt!
Am I a Felicia Freebie? There's no shame in my game! YES and NO! There are no expectations! I feel so damn LIBERATED!!!
:-) Can't say I don't, Felicia is the scapegoat behind every long night of work, or meeting with the boss after hours. above all, I believe she's the reason behind the very few successful marriage in today's world. I love her
this take me almost 10yrs back, high school fcat lol..
I don't know Felicia personally but this essay explains me lot about her life style. she's outgoing. and a bad good girl. and she doesn't care what people think of her. good work
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