Indecent Proposals

My life is a miracle.

I had a great time last night. I was feeling antsy so I was excited when I received an invitation to meet up at a club. I got dressed and went over there and danced and danced. Ahh…I needed that.

On the real, there’s something therapeutic about being on the dance floor. The DJ is playing all your favorites from highschool, the crowd is just pumping and enjoying themselves. Nobody’s stressing, nobody’s tripping out; everyone is just…letting loose and having fun.

On my way out to the car a man stopped me and asked, “Is your name Tee?”

I looked at him but didn’t recognize him so I said, “Yes. Who are you?”

“I’m Curtis S. We went to middle school together.”

We both smiled and hugged each other and sat down to catch up before hitting the dance floor. Turns out he had been married for 10 years and is recently divorced with 4 children. Wow. I remembered him from back in the day. Back then he was just super quiet old Curtis with the braces. He was in the art program while I was in the creative writing program but we had mutual friends and he was always nice to me.

He told me that he was headed to Ft. Lauderdale to hit a spot on Las Olas and invited me to join him. I was game so I followed him to his house and parked my car and we rode up there together.

I learned that he is now in school and majoring in psychology so we had a nice chat about what we’re both learning. He was even interested to hear about the different types of therapy that I’m learning about.

“So, what were you doing in there?” he asked referring to the club and the guy he saw me with.

“Oh, just having a drink. Nothing big.”

“Are you with him?”

“No. I’ve been exploring my options a bit, I guess. You know..”

“What are you looking for?”

“Companionship I guess.”

“That’s what I’m looking for too. Someone to hang with and do things with. No drama, just phone calls and quality time.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, look…we seem to be looking for the same thing so we can just cut out the middle man and do this together.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. We know each other already. We come from the same place. If you’re as attracted to me as I am to you, then we don’t have to look any further.”

“Ummm…Well…Let’s see how tonight goes and we can talk later,” I told him.

“Cool, the only thing is, I hope you’re not the jealous type when we go out. Women try to talk to me and I do have fun…”

I laughed. “Definitely not the jealous type,” I assured him. “Do your thang. Have fun.”

When we reached Ft. Lauderdale and found a parking garage we walked down the street and I was able to have my first glimpse of this street called Las Olas where everyone goes to party. It was just as crowded as South Beach but the people weren’t as glamorous. There weren’t any “pay to get in” type clubs. There were just a whole bunch of bars with a club type atmosphere.

As we walked toward the club where he was meeting some of his friends, I had to ask him to slow down his pace. That’s kind of why I don’t like being with tall men, they walk so fast and my little legs can’t keep up. I often feel like I’m running after them.

When we got to the spot we went in and met his friends and I stood to the side, nursing a Long Island Iced Tea and watching everyone dance as Curtis dissappeared into the crowd. Before I could blink I spotted this really handsome guy eyeing me. He was simply beautiful but I couldn’t place which country his facial features came from.

He walked over to me and introduced himself. “Are you Dominican?” I asked him.

“No, I’m from Trinidad and you?”

“I’m from the hood,” I laughed.

We made small talk for a little while but I could hardly hear him over the music. He asked me to dance but I declined and he went on to the dance floor.

Not even a minute later, a man standing near me came over and introduced himself. “Was that your dude?” he asked.

“No. Some guy.”

“Well, his shirt was so tight, if he sneezes it’ll pop!”

I laughed at his joke and he chatted me up for a while telling me that he’s Jamaican and 22 and lives in Opa Locka. This dude didn’t ask me to dance, he pulled me onto the dance floor and I laughed as he started doing some kind of crazy ass bird thing.

My phone rang and I walked outside to answer it. On the way to the club, Curtis called another one of our old middle school classmates Kim G. and invited her to join us so I waited for her to show up and enjoyed being outside in the warm night air.

When I saw her I tripped out. She looked exactly the same as she did when we were 12 except with a more curvaceous figure. We hugged and she followed me inside as we giggled about being almost 30 and being grown amd her being a corrections officer.

I spotted Curtis on the dance floor dancing with two women and I walked up to him and pulled him away. He shook his head at me and laughed, hugged Kim and went back to dance with the ladies.

I hit the dance floor once again but this time I sense something crazy about to happen. I’m twirling by myself when I see Curtis walking toward me. I also see the Trinidad guy walking toward me and the Jamaican guy walking toward me too.

Oh shit…I remember the last time this happened. I was a freshman in college and I was at a club and the DJ switched it up to a slow jam. As I stood by myself I saw two men approaching me from opposite directions and I froze. One of them was cute as hell, the other was my friend’s big brother visiting from Miami. I shrugged and said to myself, “Whoever gets here first…”

The cute guy got to me first and extended his hand for me to join him. The other guy was so upset that he began cursing at me and calling me all types of bitches and hoes. Yeah…DRAMA!

This time I froze again and the Jamaican guy made it to me first so I danced with him for one song and then went over to sit down on the floor speakers.

There was a couple sitting there already but i didn’t care, i squeezed in and kinda pushed them over a little. They smiled at me as the chick continued to grind on her boyfriend’s lap. He looked like he was Haitian. He was tall and slim and well dressed. She was very thin too, dark skinned with really long hair and a FIRE ass handbag!

“I’m not trying to join ya’ll,” I joked and scooted away from them when I noticed they were looking at me. To my surprise he whispered in my ear, “Why not? We’re game.”

I laughed and looked away but I could sense that they were both still checking me out. He whispered something to her and she whispered something back and he moved closer to me and said, “You like Slim?” referring to his girl.

Ahhhh…I was dieing laughing on the inside. “She’s nice. You’re lucky,” I said, playing it cool.

“We’d be even luckier if you’d come home with us tonight,” he replied.

My eyes got wide and I looked at the chick who was still dancing on his lap. She smiled at me and looked away.

“See those girls right there,” the guy continued to engage me in conversation. I looked over to where he was motioning and noticed the girls.

“They’re nice right?” he asked.

I wrinkled my nose. “Not as nice as the one you got.”

My old classmate Kim came over and asked, “Girl, what is going on?”

I laughed. “This couple wants to play tonight…”

She laughed and shook her head. “Tell them no because you’re already here with us,” she said.

By this time it was getting late so we decided to leave. We all drove back to Curtis’ house and he gave us a tour and introduced us to his brother and his friends who were playing poker. We sat in his room and reminisced about our pre-teens and gave updates on the people from middle school that we still kept in contact with.

I didn’t even notice Curtis had slipped away as Kim and I talked. “Where’s Curtis?” I asked Kim.

“Oh he said he had to make a run.”

“Ughh.. how rude. I’m leaving,” I announced.

“Are you okay to drive?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I only had one drink. I’m cool.”

As I drove home I couldn’t stop smiling. Everytime I go out and have a good time, I feel so lucky to be living here.. For real, most people who visit here say that they couldn’t live here all the time and I feel them…Miami is a bit much if you’re not from here.

But since I was born and raised in the county of Dade, it’s like magic to me. It really is a beautiful place with such a wonderful mixture of cultures. If only I could speak Spanish fluently, I’d probably be able to land a job to enable me to pay these high ass prices for rent…

Another thing that amazed me about tonight was getting that offer for a 3some. I can’t say it was my first offer. For some reason, people approach me like that quite often. Sometimes it’s strangers. Sometimes it’s acquaintances who want to try something new.

At first it confused me because I thought, “Damn, do I look like the resident slut? Why do these people feel like I’m not gonna be offended when they ask me to do that?”

One of my friends told me that I’m just…non judgemental so people don’t worry about me looking at them funny and they know they can be themselves.

One of my guyfriends said, “You should take it as a compliment. There aren’t too many people who get proposals like that. You’re just hella sexy.”

Blahh…..

Too damn sexy for my own good.