Krysty Del

I saw an article entitled Why Intelligent Women Fall for Toxic Partners, and I had already written this blog about my most toxic of exes and it seemed befitting to address both in this blog. Article can be found here:   https://www.businessinsider.com/why-intelligent-and-high-performing-women-fall-for-toxic-partners-2019-7?fbclid=IwAR0s9jy6IQIRsxmwWagtbn6-I5HyQwvI7OG-WjrBEoh4mUhlmPTPNlcYRZ0 This article brings up 3 major points as to why we tend to fall for toxic partners, which I will address here in. We were all young and dumb but I was a full on idiot for this one toxic guy. I don't need judgment as I have already judged myself. I just want to reflect how I jumped through hoops for a guy who wouldn't have crossed the street for me and how much I have grown. Because it is in these reflective moments we find out what who we really are and what we need to do to grow. As always my reflections are in blue.  Our story begins about 10 years ago. I only dated him for 3 months,...

Can We Talk about How Arizona Scares the Shit Out of Me?  I currently live between two mountain ranges. The sunrises and sunsets are the most beautiful I have seen. The night sky is something out of textbooks, as I look at the big and little dipper every night. There is no time change, so no wondering about when it happens as it never does and as a result it doesn't get dark early here. Right now in "winter" it is 65 degrees and it gets dark at 6pm. It is a beautiful place to live and I think I needed to be here to reconnect with nature and myself. I know for the following reasons Arizona could never be my forever home, as it makes no sense.  No seriously this damn state has some of the craziest things I have ever seen. These lovely trees behind me are covered in thorns, long spiky thorns. You can't pet or touch any plant without stabbing yourself. If you thought cactuses were bad (they are) mesquite trees are worse. There was one right by the car park and I was movin...

 I Have Grown Tired of Sharing my Messy Diatribes as I Felt at Some Point I Felt the Energy Changed from Laughing with Me to Laughing at Me.  I am not someone who particularly cares what people think, or so I thought. What you think about me is actually none of my business. I do however use what people say to me to know if I like how I presenting myself.  Is this how I want people to talk about me when they are not in my presense? Is this how I want to be portrayed? Is what I am putting out is reflecting back to me in the way I intend? The answers were honestly no. People have stated on more than one occasion "I get sad when you are in a healthy relationship, like what am I going to read. and I miss you being messy and just ruthless."  My response is usually so don't want to see me happy? And they always respond, "No, No! You are entitled to your happy, I just enjoy you most when you are unhappy." I had to sit with that for a while. Some people weren't rooti...

I don't usually do this but uh... let's give a little reminder of how much I have grown. I once had the worst date on the planet. Looking back, I can't believe the situations I used to allow myself to be subjected to. I see now the date itself never had to happen had I just asked with a few more questions and maybe done a little background dig.  My reflection are in blue... Here is the story of my worst date ever... this one takes the cake by far. Let's see what I could have done differently... This was maybe 7-8 years ago. I remember it was summer.  We met on Tinder. He was a nice looking brown-skin man. He said he was 30. He was in school for his Master's degree. He said he was CPD (Chicago Police). He went on to talk about being a homeowner, he had a townhouse in Bronzeville, he drove a nice car and how he was just looking for someone to add to his life. (I probably should have asked more questions, maybe connected on social media) We talked for maybe a week (tot...

Seeing as today is Fat Tuesday and tomorrow marks the First day of Lent. I thought you would like to know I am giving up men who think MBJ and Russell Wilson are simps for loving their women.  So Lori Harvey, model and socialite is now dating the actor Michael B Jordan. I have to admit they are adorable. He went all out for Valentine's Day and rented out an aquarium just so they could look at the turtles (he calls her turtle) while they dined on Nobu. Men are up in arms over Lori Harvey being happy with Michael B Jordan. They deem her less worthy because she has dated quite a few well named individuals. (see: Trey Songz, Louis Hamilton, Future, Diddy, and Justin Combs) So Ciara, my Goodies singer, is married to Russell Wilson. The All American, God-fearing, loving football quarterback. Before she was attached to the football star with whom she shares 2 biological children and one child from a previous relationship, she was linked to some industry men (see: future, bow wow and Amare...

Allow me to reintroduce myself... my name is HOV. I mean Krysty Del. I got caught up in the moment. Here are a few facts... The GOOD I was born Krystal, however I go by Krys or Krysty. Del was my bio mother's name and she was the most beautiful person ever so I have adopted that name. I am 38 (if you repeat that, I might kill you! My birthday cake has said 29 since I was 29 lol) I am currently starting over. You are allowed to start over at any age.  I am African American/Black + some colonizer with a sprinkle of Native American  I am from Chicago, and it runs through my veins. No matter where I am, I take Chicago with me. I studied Psychology and Math  at the University of Chicago. I am single. Like no one will be mad at this statement kind of single lol.  I also have no kids, no ex-husbands that I know of and one pet (a bunny). I have 3 siblings: 2 sisters and a brother.  My friends are more my family than my actual family. I love them. I am a Libra with a Gem...

Since Sunday is that damn day and I can't seem to skip it. I decided to ask and answer some questions about LOVE. What is my definition of love? My definition is as simple as the famous bible verse 1 Corinthians 13:4-8. Love is patient and kind. It is understanding, peaceful, and calm. Love is not ego, but is the truth and it protects and perseveres. Love never fails, it is always and as constant as the seas. What is my favorite memory of feeling loved? I was in college and my then boyfriend threw me a surprise birthday party. He arranged for my friends from other universities to come in and hang. I had no idea. I walked into his apartment with half the black people on campus yelling happy birthday.  It was so lit and that moment has made me celebrate my birthday every year since.  My best memory of platonic love was when I had a guy break my heart and I was in pieces. I couldn't move. My girl game came over with my favorite candy, some wine, and while she cleaned my apartmen...

Have you seen the Louis Vuitton $8,000 sweater? Attached is a link to the New York Post article and pictures.   https://nypost.com/2021/02/10/louis-vuittons-8k-puppet-sweater-has-people-all-up-in-arms/ I know, it looks hilarious and its 8K. Yes, it resembles a toy chest.  Yes, it looks like Muppet Babies threw up on a sweater. I especially like the frog on the shoulder, it's like Kermit is sipping his tea.  What about the monkey face down on his back? Can't get the monkey off your back? See the fashionable one in the front, how come they get the hat and scarf?  What about what looks like a drugged out big bird with the red eyes. All true statements. I even asked my nieces and nephews their thoughts and they loved this sweater. They were like does it come in kids sizes. So it does have some widespread appeal but did you realize it was a social commentary. This sweater is part of Virgil Abloh's latest collection. I like Virgil Abloh's designs despite some of his v...

I didn't like the show Friends, as it was just a white Living Single however, there was this one episode that lstill lives in my head rent free, it was called PIVOT. Ross trying to move a couch up a flight of angled stairs and it just wouldn't budge. He kept yelling PIVOT … PIVOT, thinking somehow this couch would bend around a winding staircase, and they are falling over the stairs injuring themselves trying to get the couch up and it won't budge. I laughed myself pink... and whenever I need to change my thinking, I often go back to that episode. I say all this to say, this blog will be making a pivot. I like to talk about the things I see and the person I have become but I also love fashion and art. Like love fashion and art. LIKE LOVE FASHION AND ART! I learned how to read on Vogue Magazine and the epithets on paintings at the Art Institute of Chicago. Before the pandemic, every year for my birthday I got a subscription to a new fashion magazine and a membership to a m...

       He told me last week that I was too mean and too guarded and that’s why he can't see me any longer.  We are all entitled to opinions and I won't dispute it. I am currently mean. I am not open. I am as one guy told me recently, a bitch. But it's not that simple, I am much more complex than that.  I was born and raised in Chicago, Woodlawn/Washington Park neighborhood to be exact. I grew up around the corner from 63rd and King Drive.   Which if you are Chicago familiar is not the safest part of town.  Google Image of my childhood home In most cities, why is it a man who stood for peace, King drive/street is always the roughest, maybe it’s a coincidence. Much like me growing up in not the best of circumstances but turning out to be a decent individual. My family nicknamed me apple cake and apple pie. (No, not because my head was big like an apple!) I was told I was the sweetest child and there was no fruit sweeter than a good apple. I would ag...