“I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported” - Mae West
I’ve said before how much I love men... all types. Well men (and some women) love me too! I had a pretty eventful Friday. I ended up hanging solo. P.A.T.T. backed out at the last minute & Brian went home for his daughter’s birthday, while other chick friends were out of town or missing in action.
Side Note: Pre-Brian and Post P.A.T.T. leaving for NY, I used to hang out quite often solo. Chick friends come up with so many excuses, i.e. “I’m cramping”, “My head hurts”, “I don’t have anything to wear” or my favorite “It’s raining”. So rather than sit at home and wait for someone to stop being wishy washy...I fly solo when needed, but I digress...
So anyways, Friday was... well here’s what happened.
5. I went to a Brazilian dance party in Adams Morgan. Tons of fun, and somehow, the island men always sniff me out. They assume I’m 1) from the islands and 2) don’t believe me when I tell them, I was homegrown in the States...in any case, this island guy was Old. Caused me to have not so yummy flashbacks of the Old Man. After shaking him and his entourage loose, I bar hopped to my next spot...
4. Stumbled upon another bar with cool music. Chatted with people. Everyone that I meet when I’m solo, is in such “awe and amazement” that I have the balls (figuratively speaking) to go out solo (Diva style). Most of the girls say they wish they could do that, and the guys, just think it’s pretty cool, and give me cool points.
3. Went back to the Brazilian dance party...(the lead singer was cute...couldn’t help it)
2. After consuming my max on vodka & limes, I walked past a food spot that looked good. Stopped in and got a sandwich. As I’m sitting there this chick tells me how good my sandwich looks. Thinking nothing of it, I go on to adamantly exclaim, how it’s “sooooooo good”. Then she stairs at me a little longer:
Chick Girl: Yeah, you’re making that sandwich look soooo good
Me: (wiping the extra sandwich sauce from chin, cause it was messy) Yea, it’s really good, you should get one. It’s chicken
Chick Girl: (walks over to me, looks at sandwich) Yeah, it’s sexy. You’re making me hungry
Me: (I’m still eating)
Chick Girl: Can I have a bite?
Me: No
Chick Girl: (laughing) what’s in it? Are you alone?
I tell her. Her male friend/cousin/ whoever comes and intervenes (saves me) and talks to me. This isn’t the first time a chick girl has “flirted” with me. I wonder though, don’t gay men & lesbians have “Straight-dars”. I know I have a “Gay-dar” (Disclaimer: Sometimes it doesn’t function properly, you know, mistakes straight for gay & vice versa). In any case, I’m comfortable enough in my womanhood, where it didn’t bother me....but I have to wonder...what the hell was she thinking? Oh well...I guess I’m flattered men & women like me (I think)...
1. Tony and I talked on the phone all night Friday.
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Monday, June 8, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Pre-birthday ... (Part 1 of 2)
I love celebrating birthdays...I don't know why, I guess because mine falls right after the holidays and as a child, I always got slighted on my b-day, be it snow, funds, or having to go back to school, I never seemed to get a b-day party, b-day presents, or b-day fun...so as of late (the last 8 years), I guess I have been trying to make up for it, hence the reason I am so excited about it right now...
The Old Man has been planning all kinds of birthday fun. He's just as excited about my birthday (maybe TOO excited) as I am. He said he's sending me to the Spa, we are going to a restaurant that I've been wanting to go to with Belly Dancers, he's planned some other things as well...one problem-o, or maybe two or three, I don't want to spend my WHOLE b-day week with him. I have a lot of options, and some of them, he doesn't necessarily fit into....point being, he doesn't like clubs, or going to clubs with the type of music I like to dance to. I know he will do it this week if I ask him to, but it will kind of put a cramp in my style....just a little bit. Plus....well....this may seem wrong....but.... I want to flirt and dance with OTHER guys. I don't want him to be all up under me the whole night....so, this MAY REALLY seem wrong, but I'm having a birthday party on Saturday, and did NOT invite him.
I thought about it, long and hard. I've mulled it over, slept on it, and decided not to tell him about it, although he's trying to make Saturday plans for me as I type this..... a bit of a problem here.....
In Other News
Last night Mr. Henry and I had one of our longest conversations since I killed him. He asked me about my trip, we talked about some other random stuff, and he asked me if I wanted to go out to a lounge tomorrow for my birthday (after my birthday dinner with "friends"). I told him, I'll let him know, that I have to go to work on Wednesday, and that I'm having a b-day party this weekend, so I may not go out tomorrow (actually I'm not sure how long me & the Old Man will be together, and don't want to rush dinner just to hang out with Mr. Henry)...he said he may come by the party to drop a gift off....not holding my breath on this one, he didn't show up last year and didn't even call me on the Big Day, which caused me to not talk to him for about a month or two....see the pattern here....that's why I SHOULD NOT deal with him....
My Jamaican friend also called me last night to make sure I made it back ok. He's a sweetheart, but I'm not a long distance type of girl, so, the calling, texting, and trying to keep in touch thing is going to get old REAL quick...especially since he's international, and calling rates are like $2.00 a minute...so we will NOT be talking, unless he calls me... I will admit, we had a nice date my last night there...from walking along the "Hip Strip" in Montego Bay, to relaxing at a little Jazz spot; it was a romantic, cute little date...
Part 2...to be continued
The Old Man has been planning all kinds of birthday fun. He's just as excited about my birthday (maybe TOO excited) as I am. He said he's sending me to the Spa, we are going to a restaurant that I've been wanting to go to with Belly Dancers, he's planned some other things as well...one problem-o, or maybe two or three, I don't want to spend my WHOLE b-day week with him. I have a lot of options, and some of them, he doesn't necessarily fit into....point being, he doesn't like clubs, or going to clubs with the type of music I like to dance to. I know he will do it this week if I ask him to, but it will kind of put a cramp in my style....just a little bit. Plus....well....this may seem wrong....but.... I want to flirt and dance with OTHER guys. I don't want him to be all up under me the whole night....so, this MAY REALLY seem wrong, but I'm having a birthday party on Saturday, and did NOT invite him.
I thought about it, long and hard. I've mulled it over, slept on it, and decided not to tell him about it, although he's trying to make Saturday plans for me as I type this..... a bit of a problem here.....
In Other News
Last night Mr. Henry and I had one of our longest conversations since I killed him. He asked me about my trip, we talked about some other random stuff, and he asked me if I wanted to go out to a lounge tomorrow for my birthday (after my birthday dinner with "friends"). I told him, I'll let him know, that I have to go to work on Wednesday, and that I'm having a b-day party this weekend, so I may not go out tomorrow (actually I'm not sure how long me & the Old Man will be together, and don't want to rush dinner just to hang out with Mr. Henry)...he said he may come by the party to drop a gift off....not holding my breath on this one, he didn't show up last year and didn't even call me on the Big Day, which caused me to not talk to him for about a month or two....see the pattern here....that's why I SHOULD NOT deal with him....
My Jamaican friend also called me last night to make sure I made it back ok. He's a sweetheart, but I'm not a long distance type of girl, so, the calling, texting, and trying to keep in touch thing is going to get old REAL quick...especially since he's international, and calling rates are like $2.00 a minute...so we will NOT be talking, unless he calls me... I will admit, we had a nice date my last night there...from walking along the "Hip Strip" in Montego Bay, to relaxing at a little Jazz spot; it was a romantic, cute little date...
Part 2...to be continued
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
The End of My Fun Filled Weekend (Part 3 of 3)
Saturday
We were so tired from Friday, we could barely get it together. It rained all day, I had an event to do. I was cranky from lack of sleep, and I had to be around Mr. Henry. It's usually not a problem, but today it was. There's a huge contrast between his personality and Island Prince John's personality. (Island Prince John is more romantic, attentive, and sweet, Mr. Henry is edgy, crass, and a jokester...as well as a jerk a-hole sometimes) I didn't feel like dealing with Mr. Henry today.
As soon as Mr. Henry got into the truck, he was questioning P.O.W. about her stay thus far. She went to show him a picture, and he decided to keep the camera and scroll through all the pictures. I tried to get it back, but it was too late. He seen the catalogue of events from Friday with Island Prince and Willard. Me in my sexy, skimpy dress, me kissing Island Prince, the four of us looking cozy, Island Prince's hand on my thigh, waist, and everywhere else. Us having fun!
Mr. Henry became quiet.
So as the night progressed and we wrapped up our event, Mr. Henry was kind of back to normal.
I get a call from Island Prince.
I answer the phone.
We talk about what a great time we had, how he wants to see me again, how Willard misses P.O.W already. How Island Prince wants to hold me. How I want to see Island Prince. (Hmmm, I miss kissing him.)
Mr. Henry becomes quiet again. At this point I don't care. Yeah, I know Mr. Henry and I had fun on Monday together and we have a history....but it's always been a gray area. Never black and white. Never defined. Now he knows he has competition...hot, sexy, can't be matched right now competition!!!
Maybe he'll step up his game.
Mr. Henry opened a bottle of wine and consumed it (the whole bottle in less than 40 minutes) on our way back to the city. Since he rode with me, I had to drive to the Metro to drop him off.
At this point he's feeling loose and good from the wine; I can tell he wanted to come back to my place. He always comes up with an excuse and I usually oblige him. Not this time; there's no way I can put up with him. He'll drink more, then he'll try to DO me...and well, it just wasn't happening. After about 20 minutes of going back & forth trying to get him out the truck and trying to stop him from chatting with P.O.W. he finally gets out.
He's mad.
Oh well. He'll get over it.
Sunday
P.O.W and I went out. I have a knack for meeting international men. I must have a secret florescent stamp on my forehead that only they can see. I don't have a problem with meeting International guys, I think they can be sexy and mysterious.
Although I must admit, I had a few bad experiences, with men from certain countries ...actually just one country... that made me leary and weary of International men for a long time...but I'm over it now (another blog about them another time).
So last night, I met this guy from Spain. Kinda cute, nice accent. Not as cute as Island Prince, but none-the-less, I was intrigued. He called me today. Were were supposed to go Salsa dancing but I'm still recovering from my fun, filled, french, sexy weekend....hmmm.
Maybe tomorrow.
We were so tired from Friday, we could barely get it together. It rained all day, I had an event to do. I was cranky from lack of sleep, and I had to be around Mr. Henry. It's usually not a problem, but today it was. There's a huge contrast between his personality and Island Prince John's personality. (Island Prince John is more romantic, attentive, and sweet, Mr. Henry is edgy, crass, and a jokester...as well as a jerk a-hole sometimes) I didn't feel like dealing with Mr. Henry today.
As soon as Mr. Henry got into the truck, he was questioning P.O.W. about her stay thus far. She went to show him a picture, and he decided to keep the camera and scroll through all the pictures. I tried to get it back, but it was too late. He seen the catalogue of events from Friday with Island Prince and Willard. Me in my sexy, skimpy dress, me kissing Island Prince, the four of us looking cozy, Island Prince's hand on my thigh, waist, and everywhere else. Us having fun!
Mr. Henry became quiet.
So as the night progressed and we wrapped up our event, Mr. Henry was kind of back to normal.
I get a call from Island Prince.
I answer the phone.
We talk about what a great time we had, how he wants to see me again, how Willard misses P.O.W already. How Island Prince wants to hold me. How I want to see Island Prince. (Hmmm, I miss kissing him.)
Mr. Henry becomes quiet again. At this point I don't care. Yeah, I know Mr. Henry and I had fun on Monday together and we have a history....but it's always been a gray area. Never black and white. Never defined. Now he knows he has competition...hot, sexy, can't be matched right now competition!!!
Maybe he'll step up his game.
Mr. Henry opened a bottle of wine and consumed it (the whole bottle in less than 40 minutes) on our way back to the city. Since he rode with me, I had to drive to the Metro to drop him off.
At this point he's feeling loose and good from the wine; I can tell he wanted to come back to my place. He always comes up with an excuse and I usually oblige him. Not this time; there's no way I can put up with him. He'll drink more, then he'll try to DO me...and well, it just wasn't happening. After about 20 minutes of going back & forth trying to get him out the truck and trying to stop him from chatting with P.O.W. he finally gets out.
He's mad.
Oh well. He'll get over it.
Sunday
P.O.W and I went out. I have a knack for meeting international men. I must have a secret florescent stamp on my forehead that only they can see. I don't have a problem with meeting International guys, I think they can be sexy and mysterious.
Although I must admit, I had a few bad experiences, with men from certain countries ...actually just one country... that made me leary and weary of International men for a long time...but I'm over it now (another blog about them another time).
So last night, I met this guy from Spain. Kinda cute, nice accent. Not as cute as Island Prince, but none-the-less, I was intrigued. He called me today. Were were supposed to go Salsa dancing but I'm still recovering from my fun, filled, french, sexy weekend....hmmm.
Maybe tomorrow.
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