Best Week EVER
Can I just say life is getting better and better?
Over the last week I have had soooo much fun! I have hung out EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! I see why the Lord blessed me with two sons, because if I didnt have them I would be too loose.
It’s really indescribable. I am so happy! I feel so beautiful. I love my friends sooo much! I don’t even have the energy to write about everything that has happened… aww, you know I can’t leave you hanging like that.
So it all began last Tuesday night. I have been working this customer service job at night but they are so cool, they let me out early WITH pay while I am training. One this particular night I got off early, around 8pm and I decided to head to the local grocery store to see who was there.
Come on, I don’t know about ya’ll but the grocery store is DA SPOT! The last time I was up in there, oh my gosh, there were so many chocolate delights up in there! And I remember I was up in the seafood line and I turn around and there were like, 5 light skinned chicks right behind me. And they’re in cute jogging pants and flip flops, hair up in ponytails, manicured toes and all. Ofcourse with all of us standing in one line, the men came to stand around too.
It felt like the club. Everyone smiling and laughing and checking each other out.
I was like, damn! Eye candy tastes so sweet! I love looking at men.
So on this night I drove over to Winn Dixie and as soon as I got out I bumped into this guy in the parking lot. I was wearing my green sweater that matches my eyes, some blue jeans and black square toed boots. Nothing fancy. I was just comfortably cute.
So I walk by this guy and smile. He’s kinda cute. He almost walks into the wall turning to look at me. I wonder who else is up in the store. I go through my mind to see what I could possibly need to buy out of this store and I remember that we’re out of pancake syrup.
So off I go to find some pancake syrup. But I can’t find it anywhere. I bump into him next to the cereal aisle.
“Hey, Hey, Hey… How are you tonight?”
“I’m good,” I say and keep stepping.
“You LOOK good. Can I walk with you?”
“Well, only if you can help me find the pancake syrup.”
“Let’s do this,” he says and signals to the guy he was with that he’ll catch him later.
“You are a very beautiful woman. Your man is so lucky.”
I smile and say nothing.
We roll through all of the aisles and neither of us can find the pancake syrup. I don’t think they had it or we must have been blind.
We’re just chatting and he asks for my number so I give it to him.
“When is a good time to call?”
“After 9.”
At 9:06 my phone rings.
“Hey, how are you? I hope you aren’t busy this evening. I would love to see you,” he said.
“I don’t know, let me call you back.”
I call Tamara and she tells me she wants to go out. She wants to go play pool. I’m not a pool player but I’m down to hang out so I tell her about meeting up with the guy and I call him back and tell him to meet us at this bar called Billy’s on Biscayne.
He arrives after we do. He has brought the guy he was with at the store, who turned out to be his brother. We’re on vodka and cranberry tonight and the bartender is mixing them just right. After the first one I’m feeling lovely and kinda ignoring the guy, who we’ll call Mike. I’m just excited to see my bestfriend Tamara and we’re having too much fun giggling at all of the gay guys in the bar. Well, they look gay to us. Ofcourse we question whether every guy is on the down low these days.
By the end of the night while watching Mike get his butt whooped on the pool table- how embarrassing-I am feeling all grown because I’m in a bar, looking all nice, with my girl and we’re having drinks. Having drinks in a bar with yr girl, now if that ain’t some grown up ish I don’t know what is!
Before we leave Mike gives me this big hug that’s too long and too tight and whispers in my ear, “You are so beautiful. I hope to get to know you better. I want to see you again really soon.”
Before I even walk out the bar, I already know that this is the last time I will ever see him. I’m not feeling him. He curses when he talks. I know I curse sometimes jokingly or for emphasis, but I think it is so ugly when a man curses in every sentence.
Bye Bye Mike.
On Thursday night I get invited out by this other guy I met. He wants me to meet him at this club in Broward County called Cafe Iguana. I call my girl Tamara and we roll out. But first, we have to stop by and see her old highschool flame. Dude is looking tasty, but my girl is looking even better. I can see it in his eyes, he’s still in love.
It’s late, around 1:30 am when we leave his house. By the time we reach Cafe Iguana, it’s already after 2 am. The entire place is packed. The VIP line and the regular line are JAMMED with ppl. It felt like thousands of ppl were there. We’re driving through the line in Tamara’s SUV and I’m checking out the guys. Wow. Not a nappy head in sight! Not a gold tooth. Not a pair of boxers showing! No dirty shoes. These men are precise! Chico’s, Haitians, Blacks and Whites.
We finally find a parking spot and get out. I’m wearing a black off the shoulder sheer blouse with some cream fitted pants and black heels. I accent my outfit by wearing a red lace choker and matching bracelet that matches my lip stick. Ofcourse my hair is too precise and my makeup is on point with sparkly gold highlights on my eyes. The night air is warm and inviting.
Tamara is wearing a backless cream top that plunges longer on the bottom of one side creating a jagged effect. She has on cuffed blue jeans and amazing cream heals. Tamara is one of those all natural beauties. She looks good in everything. Some women can’t wear certain clothes, like maybe mini skirts or even dresses, but Tamara has the perfect figure so she looks great in everything.
So we began our walk through the parking lot. The walk through the parking lot is almost the main event. It is the time to strut your stuff because everyone is posted up at their cars looking at you. They’re watching you as you walk, looking at your outfit and your mannerisms, so now it’s time to play it cool and step carefully.
Before we know it we had entered the zone. This is the area closest to the entrance to the club, with the largest concentration of people on both sides. It’s as if you are walking down a run way.
Without knowing it we entered the zone and we heard the murmurs of the crowd. We hear them whispering, “Dammmmnnnn” We see them smile approvingly and our hearts beat fast. Every single thing we are wearing and doing is on display for scrutiny. I strut and smile as if my life depended on it. Tamara is holding it down as well.
My eyes get wide as I realize how long the zone is. I’m hoping that I don’t trip and bust my behind! As we walk past the various groups of men checking us out, I shoot them a look that says, “Yeah, it’s like that.”
We finally stop and post up (stand around) with this guy that Tamara knows. He’s one of the many men in love with her.
The rule is, never wait in line for long. If we can’t get into a club within like 10-15 minutes then we won’t go in. We don’t wait in long lines. That is not cool.
So we don’t even go in. We post up for about a half hour and I see the guy who asked me to meet him there. We’ll call him Rick. I could tell he was trying to like, be all up on me but I wasn’t in the mood. He’s not that cute.
So I tell him I’m leaving and Tamara and I follow her friend to a house party even further up in Broward. I have never been to a house party that was so..ugly. EVERY SINGLE GUY up in that party was oogly. Not ONE was even remotely cute. All of the chicks were bad bodied and ugly in the face. Tamara and I were like, damn, what the hell is this?
It was some crazy mess. How can ALL of your friends be ugly? Wow. It was like another planet or something. The planet of the Uglies.
We left that dungeon after only 20 minutes and began the drive home. We know Anna works at night so we called her to check up on her and her voicemail has a man’s voice saying, “Holla back.” We’re both like WTF?!!!
Our girl don’t roll like that. A nicca on her answering machine! Hell naw…
More about my beautiful Christmas break later, I’m heading out.
I love Miami, ya’ll. So much to do, so many people to see…
