I’m Not Carrie Bradshaw….

So, I’ve been wanting to start a blog for the longest time. But, like everything else in my life, I kept putting it off. I’ve had a long career in procrastination. In fact, I’ve made it all the way to the top. I’m the c.e.o. of Procrastination, Inc. Now that I’ve climbed all the way up that ladder I  guess I can finally start blogging.

When I first sat down to write this, my head was immediately filled with the image of me sitting at a desk typing on a laptop in front of a window. The window is in a fabulous Manhattan apartment overlooking a fabulous street in an even more fabulous neighborhood. I am writing about a conversation I just had with my wonderful, loyal, and fashion forward besties over brunch and mimosas at a cute outdoor cafe in soho. The conversation was about three things: 1.who’s dating who, 2.who slept with who, and 3.who broke up with who. I doled out some really witty advice to them all, had a good laugh, then we all headed to Bloomie’s to go shoe, bag, and sweater shopping. Sounds like a lot of fun right??

It was until I opened my eyes to reality. Although, I do have wonderful, loyal and fashion forward bff’s, I myself am not Carrie Bradshaw. I am Kevin Rose. A 37yr old gay black man that lost his job over a year ago. And, after being cut off from unemployment benefits, had to make one of the most difficult decisions in my life. No, I didn’t become a hooker. I instead packed up and left my beautiful city of San Francisco and came back to Florida to live with my parents(temporarily). Not gonna lie…sometimes I think hooking might have been the easier way to go.

Instead of sitting in front of a Manhattan apartment window staring out at the street below, I am sitting at my dad’s desktop computer (no wifi) in their second floor office/guest room. I am, however, sitting by the window and looking out through the cracked blinds. I don’t dare open the blinds all the way because it’s so hot here and the blinds keep the heat out. Plus, my father is a little paranoid about people being able to see in (a topic for future blogs). Although, my view isn’t exactly a Manhattan neighborhood, there are some perfectly lovely oak and pine trees to look at.

I didn’t have a fabulous brunch with mimosas either. But, I did have a home made tuna melt for lunch today. And, yesterday I found an unopened bottle of wine I left here a couple of years ago on a previous visit. It was like I had just found the holy grail. Remember in ‘Raiders of The Lost Ark’ the ecstatic looking faces they all made when they actually found the ark? That’s kinda the face I made yesterday. I was just shy of clapping my hands together and shouting Hercules! Hercules!

None of my friends live close enough to have conversations over brunch. But, I am still having conversations with them all through texting, calling, emailing, and facebooking. And the conversations are still pretty much the same: 1.who’s dating who, 2.who’s sleeping with who, 3.who’s breaking up with who, and the occasional 4.who’s stalking who on Facebook.

I may not be Carrie Bradshaw and I may not live in Manhattan (yet) but, I am just as fabulous in my own way. I am starting a new journey in my life and I can’t wait to see where I will end up. Until then, I am going to savor every moment (good or bad) along the way and hope to take you along for the ride with me. I promise that all of my postings won’t be this long. 🙂

Enjoy!! And don’t forget to leave your comments!!!