Monday, May 1, 2006
For Your Reading Pleasure
I think I will do a partial week in review then weekend...Starting with Wednesday.
I am the muthafuggah and I can't be stopped. I played pool, as usual on Wednesday night and won this guy who is one of the best. I didn't win by major games...just one...but a win is a muthafuggah win regardless....6-5. From there I met up with a first date...we'll name him...NotSoSure...'cause obviously...I wasn't sure if he was gay or not. He had some very feminine ways...his hand gestures and his walk just totally threw me off. We ended up having a GREAT "first" date. I took him to my spot by the pool hall called Rai.n...it's my usual "meet-up" place after pool. He's very educated (as they usually are) and lives in the Bronx with his 10 y.o. son. I was feeling sick and I wasn't dressed appropriately, so I know that I started off a little stiff....warmed up after having an appetizer. I think we were at the restaurant talking for a good 2 hours. He then took me uptown and I haven't bothered talking to him since. He emailed me a couple of days ago....but...oh well. I wasn't really interested in him as potential but more as a friend so, at some point I will call him.
Thursday night I was suppose to meet up with the tall jamaican but I cancelled on him at the last minute. Due to a phone conversation that I had with the little jamaican. SO rather than lead the tall jamaican on...I told him that we should reschedule for another time. I don't really care for the tall jamaican but he is a great conversationalist. He seems sincere. Again, he seems like a nice guy and he must be a great cook because he has been trying to cook me brunch, lunch or dinner since I met him. If only Jersey wasn't so far away...lol Went home and took my yella ass to sleep.
The "crew" took me out for lunch again on Friday. We went to Co.ppola's on the eastside.
Sidenote: EVERY single time that I have gone out with the bosses....they ALWAYS order 2-3 bottles of wine. Today we had a bottle of Chianti. I am sick, almost all of the sauces on the pasta have a creamy base and I am taking Claritin AND Dayquil AND I AM DRINKING WINE!!! I'm all fucked up.
Either way, it was a decent way to spend an afternoon at work, went to lunch at 11:30 and didn't get back into the office until 2:30....naw, I'm not complaining. Friday night I took TI to Earl's Afro for the first time. My treat. It was a clear night to look on the lights of the George Washington bridge and of the shoreline of Jersey. The 'Fro is owned by the Knicks legend Earl Monroe. It's very clever how the menu's have the feel of backetball's....the whole place has a lot of character...and a great place for "impressing" that sorta special someone. My first thought was to take TI to my ultimate favorite spot down in the village called Cuba....I just love the feel of that place and it helps that they have thee best cuban food around but I wanted to keep it close to home. Rob the bartendar/server was our waiter. I told TI that I thought Rob was gay....that was just my hater side coming out because the last couple of times I had gone...Rob never even tried to look my way...so that MUST mean he's gay...lol Although, right after I tell TI that...Rob made a comment to me about wanting to make sure that he keeps a smile on my face since it's beautiful....*yea, I was blushing like a school girl* I was surprised that TI didn't take exception to that...then I rememeber the whole..."he's gay" comment...LMAO
Saturday Ti and I went to the Univ.erSoul Circus at Pros.pect park. I loved it...I AM a big ol' kid, so what??? Although, the chick that was taming the lions kinda got happy with her whip...didn't too much care for that and apparently neither did the lions. They kept growling at her...their translation: Keep fucking with me woman and see if I don't take a bite out dat ass! LOL
From the circus we headed to lower Manhattan to the Tri.beca Film F.estival street fair...was jam packed...we got out of the truck and walked MAYBE 3 blocks...got something to eat and turned back around and headed to IKEA in Jersey... (we have been some travelling mofos today...he came from Mt. Vernon to get me in Harlem, we went to the circus in Brooklyn, went to street festival BACK in Manhattan then headed to New Jersey to IKEA)...I was shopping for a dresser but ended up getting a rug, a pic for my bathroom, a plant for over my sink, 2 hotdogs and a cinnamon roll. Back in the truck to Harlem....
Sunday I was suppose to get up and go to church. Suppose to. I got up around 11 and met up with Nik for brunch at the G-bar...ggrrrrrreat! You should really try it out. Nik and I left there and headed down to H.ue-Man's book.store...I have been waiting for this day all month...H.ill Har.per was doing a reading and book signing. This book in my opinion is a must read for all young men...and if only a MAN would give it too his son, nephew, brother, grandson...would make reading this book even better. The title of the book is Letters to a Young Brother: MANifest Your Destiny.
I bought my two boys copies and had them signed by Hill (like we're on a first name basis..lol) with names and all. I know that if I ever decided to sell my copies on eBay that I would get more money for them if they WEREN'T personalized but I wanted the boys to take ownership of this book...make it theirs....and let them know that this book that was signed for them, by the author..has a message just. for. them! While at Hue-Man's Nik and I ran into ANOTHER author...Dr. I.an Sm.ith, author of The Black.bird Pa.pers (a must read for your library)...he spoke to us about his new book...which I sorta took exception to but I knew that he was just trying to promote it, titled The Fat Smash Diet. I JUST wanted to say hi and tell him I liked his book...I wasn't trying to have a full on conversation with him...not like I was with HILL....lol I was looking into Hill's eyes all deep, trying to make him really see ME. Didn't work...brotha had a gang of books to sign and I was just the first of maybe 50 and he had a good hunit to go...so he was looking and smiling at me but I saw what he really was thinking..."chick, move the eff on so I can go home"...lol Either way...what I had waited for all month was fufilled within an hour and a half and now it was time for me to move on to my final first date of the weekend....Surj is what I am going to call him...for y'all my reading audience...Surj is the guy I met last week when IMWM and I got a little tipsy and my good friend Shamus felt up my legs.Surj and I had decided to meet at the Di.ve Bar on the upper westside because we wanted to eat wings, drink beer and watch the games (NBA and baseball) for the rest of our Sunday afternoon...so I headed up there in my personal car service (ala gypsie cab) I got there an hour before he did because the book signing didn't go on as long as I thought. I am sitting in this all pink people bar and not drinking anything....I have been sick...as y'all know so alcohol really didn't sound all that good. However, I ordered some nachos and thought I'd put some weight on my tummy before I became a lush for the afternoon.
Surj walks in and walks right past me. Grreeeeaat. I just watch him as he walks from front to back of bar and finally...he sees me. His excuse...I went straight to the pool tables because I know you like pool, thought you'd be there. Uhuh. He rushes me threw my Leiderman's Framboise which is almost sacriliges because that's $9 a bottle (YES, for beer!)...so he got the mad screw face. He needed to pick up his bag from a friend at another bar called Mo's on the eastside...great. We head over to Mo's in a cab...I am feeling like this is going to be eat and go home type of date...because we discussed where we were going and now he wants to change up in mid play....normally, I wouldn't have minded but I have to remind y'all once again...I am sick...and trapezing all over Manhatty is NOT what I wanted to be doing on a Sunday evening....however...Mo's is the shiiiite! I didn't eat anymore because well...y'all know...however I ordered two drinks...one was a raspberry margarita and the second was a passion fruit margarita....they both tasted like...plain ol' margaritas. They were good though.
Surj is gonna be my new jump-off once I start having sex again. There is something about him that makes me want to suck, lick, fuck, kiss, swallow every aprt of him. It's not in how he walks, talks or even his look...it's osme sort of aura that has me attracted to him....pheromones were loose and outta control. I knew he could see it in my eyes everytime I looked at him...but fuck it. Having sex with this man is inevitable. However......Right now....I just want him to feed me and take me places...like tonight...we are going to the Met's game at Shea stadium.....look for me I will be sitting behind the Met's dugout. I am not up for the complicatins of sex right now...I just want to have fun.
Tuesday I bought tickets to the Nets playoff games and Wednesday pool and so starts the cycle ALL OVER AGAIN.
Ciao for now biotches!!!!!!
I am the muthafuggah and I can't be stopped. I played pool, as usual on Wednesday night and won this guy who is one of the best. I didn't win by major games...just one...but a win is a muthafuggah win regardless....6-5. From there I met up with a first date...we'll name him...NotSoSure...'cause obviously...I wasn't sure if he was gay or not. He had some very feminine ways...his hand gestures and his walk just totally threw me off. We ended up having a GREAT "first" date. I took him to my spot by the pool hall called Rai.n...it's my usual "meet-up" place after pool. He's very educated (as they usually are) and lives in the Bronx with his 10 y.o. son. I was feeling sick and I wasn't dressed appropriately, so I know that I started off a little stiff....warmed up after having an appetizer. I think we were at the restaurant talking for a good 2 hours. He then took me uptown and I haven't bothered talking to him since. He emailed me a couple of days ago....but...oh well. I wasn't really interested in him as potential but more as a friend so, at some point I will call him.
Thursday night I was suppose to meet up with the tall jamaican but I cancelled on him at the last minute. Due to a phone conversation that I had with the little jamaican. SO rather than lead the tall jamaican on...I told him that we should reschedule for another time. I don't really care for the tall jamaican but he is a great conversationalist. He seems sincere. Again, he seems like a nice guy and he must be a great cook because he has been trying to cook me brunch, lunch or dinner since I met him. If only Jersey wasn't so far away...lol Went home and took my yella ass to sleep.
The "crew" took me out for lunch again on Friday. We went to Co.ppola's on the eastside.
Sidenote: EVERY single time that I have gone out with the bosses....they ALWAYS order 2-3 bottles of wine. Today we had a bottle of Chianti. I am sick, almost all of the sauces on the pasta have a creamy base and I am taking Claritin AND Dayquil AND I AM DRINKING WINE!!! I'm all fucked up.
Either way, it was a decent way to spend an afternoon at work, went to lunch at 11:30 and didn't get back into the office until 2:30....naw, I'm not complaining. Friday night I took TI to Earl's Afro for the first time. My treat. It was a clear night to look on the lights of the George Washington bridge and of the shoreline of Jersey. The 'Fro is owned by the Knicks legend Earl Monroe. It's very clever how the menu's have the feel of backetball's....the whole place has a lot of character...and a great place for "impressing" that sorta special someone. My first thought was to take TI to my ultimate favorite spot down in the village called Cuba....I just love the feel of that place and it helps that they have thee best cuban food around but I wanted to keep it close to home. Rob the bartendar/server was our waiter. I told TI that I thought Rob was gay....that was just my hater side coming out because the last couple of times I had gone...Rob never even tried to look my way...so that MUST mean he's gay...lol Although, right after I tell TI that...Rob made a comment to me about wanting to make sure that he keeps a smile on my face since it's beautiful....*yea, I was blushing like a school girl* I was surprised that TI didn't take exception to that...then I rememeber the whole..."he's gay" comment...LMAO
Saturday Ti and I went to the Univ.erSoul Circus at Pros.pect park. I loved it...I AM a big ol' kid, so what??? Although, the chick that was taming the lions kinda got happy with her whip...didn't too much care for that and apparently neither did the lions. They kept growling at her...their translation: Keep fucking with me woman and see if I don't take a bite out dat ass! LOL
From the circus we headed to lower Manhattan to the Tri.beca Film F.estival street fair...was jam packed...we got out of the truck and walked MAYBE 3 blocks...got something to eat and turned back around and headed to IKEA in Jersey... (we have been some travelling mofos today...he came from Mt. Vernon to get me in Harlem, we went to the circus in Brooklyn, went to street festival BACK in Manhattan then headed to New Jersey to IKEA)...I was shopping for a dresser but ended up getting a rug, a pic for my bathroom, a plant for over my sink, 2 hotdogs and a cinnamon roll. Back in the truck to Harlem....
Sunday I was suppose to get up and go to church. Suppose to. I got up around 11 and met up with Nik for brunch at the G-bar...ggrrrrrreat! You should really try it out. Nik and I left there and headed down to H.ue-Man's book.store...I have been waiting for this day all month...H.ill Har.per was doing a reading and book signing. This book in my opinion is a must read for all young men...and if only a MAN would give it too his son, nephew, brother, grandson...would make reading this book even better. The title of the book is Letters to a Young Brother: MANifest Your Destiny.
I bought my two boys copies and had them signed by Hill (like we're on a first name basis..lol) with names and all. I know that if I ever decided to sell my copies on eBay that I would get more money for them if they WEREN'T personalized but I wanted the boys to take ownership of this book...make it theirs....and let them know that this book that was signed for them, by the author..has a message just. for. them! While at Hue-Man's Nik and I ran into ANOTHER author...Dr. I.an Sm.ith, author of The Black.bird Pa.pers (a must read for your library)...he spoke to us about his new book...which I sorta took exception to but I knew that he was just trying to promote it, titled The Fat Smash Diet. I JUST wanted to say hi and tell him I liked his book...I wasn't trying to have a full on conversation with him...not like I was with HILL....lol I was looking into Hill's eyes all deep, trying to make him really see ME. Didn't work...brotha had a gang of books to sign and I was just the first of maybe 50 and he had a good hunit to go...so he was looking and smiling at me but I saw what he really was thinking..."chick, move the eff on so I can go home"...lol Either way...what I had waited for all month was fufilled within an hour and a half and now it was time for me to move on to my final first date of the weekend....Surj is what I am going to call him...for y'all my reading audience...Surj is the guy I met last week when IMWM and I got a little tipsy and my good friend Shamus felt up my legs.Surj and I had decided to meet at the Di.ve Bar on the upper westside because we wanted to eat wings, drink beer and watch the games (NBA and baseball) for the rest of our Sunday afternoon...so I headed up there in my personal car service (ala gypsie cab) I got there an hour before he did because the book signing didn't go on as long as I thought. I am sitting in this all pink people bar and not drinking anything....I have been sick...as y'all know so alcohol really didn't sound all that good. However, I ordered some nachos and thought I'd put some weight on my tummy before I became a lush for the afternoon.
Surj walks in and walks right past me. Grreeeeaat. I just watch him as he walks from front to back of bar and finally...he sees me. His excuse...I went straight to the pool tables because I know you like pool, thought you'd be there. Uhuh. He rushes me threw my Leiderman's Framboise which is almost sacriliges because that's $9 a bottle (YES, for beer!)...so he got the mad screw face. He needed to pick up his bag from a friend at another bar called Mo's on the eastside...great. We head over to Mo's in a cab...I am feeling like this is going to be eat and go home type of date...because we discussed where we were going and now he wants to change up in mid play....normally, I wouldn't have minded but I have to remind y'all once again...I am sick...and trapezing all over Manhatty is NOT what I wanted to be doing on a Sunday evening....however...Mo's is the shiiiite! I didn't eat anymore because well...y'all know...however I ordered two drinks...one was a raspberry margarita and the second was a passion fruit margarita....they both tasted like...plain ol' margaritas. They were good though.
Surj is gonna be my new jump-off once I start having sex again. There is something about him that makes me want to suck, lick, fuck, kiss, swallow every aprt of him. It's not in how he walks, talks or even his look...it's osme sort of aura that has me attracted to him....pheromones were loose and outta control. I knew he could see it in my eyes everytime I looked at him...but fuck it. Having sex with this man is inevitable. However......Right now....I just want him to feed me and take me places...like tonight...we are going to the Met's game at Shea stadium.....look for me I will be sitting behind the Met's dugout. I am not up for the complicatins of sex right now...I just want to have fun.
Tuesday I bought tickets to the Nets playoff games and Wednesday pool and so starts the cycle ALL OVER AGAIN.
Ciao for now biotches!!!!!!
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