Wale Interview with HoneyMag

Honey Magazine reader(s): When does hope become desperation?
A lot of women tell themselves that they don’t want a relationship or “anything serious” so much — either because they’ve been hurt, or want the luxury of complaining about how f&*#ed up men are. Believe me, the luxury of being able to complain about something that is in fact true, is a blessing to negative people. And the very people who block their blessings often end up chasing them later. The line between hope and desperation probably gets blurry after college. In my opinion (from a social aspect) people go to college and live carefree.

Affection from the opposite sex is probably the most attainable at this time. That said, commitment isn’t always a priority — so most ni&&as is expendable. But after the show is over, the grades are in, the cap and gowns have been distributed, LIFE BEGINS. And just as the get-a-job faze hits like a ton of bricks, the get-a-significant-other can come just as hard. The fear of a loveless life; the uncertainty of living without passion can be a nightmare, but often a nightmare that is self-induced from years of simply not caring. Desperation leads to settling.

Who was your first love?
My first love…I don’t know. It may have been this one girl who’s 100percent gay now. I was gone off shawty. When I love, I love extremely hard. Passion is everything. I need passion from a woman — it’s my addiction. I can’t live without it. There is no relationship without passion. With passion, a simple touch can be more satisfying then bustin a insignificant nut.

At what age?
I was like maybe 16 or 17.

And why did it end?
It ended because I couldn’t focus on her, and playing ball, and being a teenager with a lot attention. We both did some fucked up things, but I really think it was the fear of being hurt that scared the shit out me.

Who broke your heart?
Lol. Let’s just say I care about her more then she knows and I wish her the best.

Are you open to love again?
I’m open to it, but I’m a bit pessimistic. (I’m such a hypocrite.) Love is something I’m not chasing by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve come to grips with the fact that I need it — it just seems to hate me sometimes…Ha.

How do you differentiate the good women from the “rest”? That’s polite for gold diggers, hoes, etc.
I really hate when I’m chillin with a woman and she says, “I’m not a groupie.” All I think is let your actions show me you’re not a groupie. Let your mind be free because you’re selling something that can only be defined by the consumer. In laymen’s terms, I’ll believe you if you show me. I also really hate when dates feel like I’m talking to freakin Wendy Williams. I don’t really like talking about my career, I understand how and why someone would be interested in knowing, but it’s so repetitive to do interviews all the time and have to answer the same questions in your personal life.


The  get-a-job faze is coming soon for me BUT the “get-a-significant-other” isn’t a concern, Shout-out to my Dreamgirl!

Via: HoneyMag

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