I've learned long ago to take what black women say they want with a grain of salt. As long as I'm doing right by me and mine I can afford to wait for "Ms. Right" (whatever that means). Let the "thugs" *or as I like to call them..."gangstas lite"* have the women. I no longer give a damn. She might be with "2 cents" but shes eyeing my platinum Visa. She's hanging all over "CB 4" but shes with her friends talking about my Armani three piece suit with the patton leather Giorgio shoes. And I'm laughing the whole time. When she's ready to grow up and step into the big leagues she knows where to find me. Until then, let her say one thing and do another. Real men have better things to do with thier time.....Peace!