OMG! I had a ball last night! Went out after work in Chelsea, NYC to celebrate my girlfriend’s birthday. Yayy!! Oh, the gorgeous black men I saw up in there… Owwww.
I guess I’d been at the bar/lounge for about an hour when I spotted this guy I went out with a some time ago, but haven’t seen in a couple of years. I had a situation five years ago when we met. Actually, we went out quite a few times and fell out when he invited me to an after-work party for his fraternity – without telling me he was inviting me to a party! I was type pissed that I was wearing jeans — high-waisted bell bottom jeans that I love, no doubt – and a camisole. But, folks were dressed. I was also pissed that he let me leave without so much as walking me outside or putting me in a cab to Penn Station. (So what if I work in the area?) “Did you not feel safe?,” he asked later. Tuh. That’s beside the point! And I threw as much shade as possible, prompting him not to call again, I guess. Neither did I! Oh – but he’s lost some weight, and he’s a generous, stable guy. He was very happy that I’m thicker than I was when he saw me last, and even spun me around so he could see how poppin I was. Eventually, I said yes to brunch. And waived him off like “okay, we’ll talk soon.” Lol.
The deejay played THE best reggae and soca music. Yassss!!!! Heaven! (Someone always asks if I’m West Indian. Nope, but I wine like I am.) My feet were killing me after a while, so I sat down. This tall, brown-skinned guy with braces walked over to me and reached for my hand. “You are so beautiful.” He was wearing the customary button-down shirt with jeans (and a navy blue blazer in hand.) I can’t tell you how many songs we danced, but he smelled good and I was in some compromising positions – I mean leg hoisted around his waist grinding position… dropping it low position. Cheek to cheek, face to face, arms around waists slow wining position. Bent over, hands on the couch position. No behavior, I know. Don’t judge me! He lives in Manhattan. I gave him my number and he seemed happy that I’m single. “These vultures just waitin for me to leave so they can talk to you. Let’s dance one more song.” I say okay. (It’s rare that I meet a man who can keep up with me like that.) On my way to the coat check, I saw him holding up the wall with some chick. Body language seemed intimate – his hand rested on the small of her back – but I guess that’s a bit less intimate than our dancing. Hmmm. I left the building smiling, without making eye contact. LOL.
*Sigh* I make it outside. Feet hurting like HELL, but I’m walking straight. I tell my girlfriend I’m gonna hail a cab and we kiss goodnight. “Bye boo! Text me when you get home.” I flag down a black cab and not a yellow cab, immediately realizing that I have no cash! (Yellow cabs in New York City take credit cards, but not all others do.) I tell the driver “Oh shoot, I have no cash. Do you take cards? If not, I’ll have to get out and catch a yellow cab.” He asked how much I had. “I have a dollar.” He was like “A dollar? How could a pretty lady like you only have a dollar?” Next thing you know, he was driving me to the train station, and offering to drive me to New Jersey (paying gas, tolls and everything)! No thank you! Anyway, he seemed like a handsome guy with a nice set of teeth. Supposedly single, and from Sudan. He wants to take me out on Sunday. “Okay, call me.” Oh, he gave me back my dollar before I got out of his car. LOL.
Just a couple of days ago, I said I was taking a break from dating to focus on other things. I meant that. *Sigh. Does this mean the Universe has other plans for me? :)
Oh, randomly, I saw this other guy at the gym last weekend. Went out a few times last year, but all he did was talk about himself and his ex-wife. Really? Nice guy, though. Naturally, he called to tell me how nice I look in a t-shirt (and to say we should hang out). I’d rather be home than suffer through boring conversation though. I’ll see.
Anyway, I really had a great time (and I wrote this last night on my way home)! Shout out to my boo “Alicia” whose birthday we were celebrating. Yass!!! Xoxox~~
What do you think of these developments? Have you ever decided to take a break from dating, only for people of the opposite sex to start asking you out (a lot)? What do you think of rekindling with someone you dated (not exclusively), but drifted apart from?