Before "single ladies" and "no scrubs" and "bills, bills, bills," there was my father. I think each girl can say that her father did a phenomenal job raising them, and that they had the best dad out there. So, like all of you, I think my dad is "the best." He makes me laugh like no one else, has been continually supportive (emotionally, spiritually, and dare I say it... financially) and I feel blessed. I know people have "daddy issues." But one thing my father always taught me was...
Don't settle!
My father treated me well, so that (yes) I expect to be treated well. I am not "entitled" to this just by being born, I need to act, give, and believe in the concept of respect before that can happen. My dad did good. He washed my hair, took me to work out with him at the Marsh club, drove me to high school (every. single. morning), and still sends me good music.
I didn't need a pop song to tell me to avoid men without jobs who want you to pay for everything (bills, bills, bills) or men who cannot commit (single ladies) or just other trifling folk (no scrubs). I had my dad, right there, raising me that way. Now, granted, I have made my mistakes, but thankfully I have not settled for one.
If you're going to be pretty, sexy, and fun for someone it had better be someone good! Happy Monday!
