Monday, June 30, 2008
Philly Bound Comes New York
This morning as I washed my hair, I was sort of stressed…well maybe stressed is a little strong. I, more or less, was date worried. I bought a different shampoo and conditioner…since it’s the summer I wash my hair if not every day than every other day because I…glisten…on the regular in this damn humid weather, I needed to go to a daily moisturizer. So I am washing my hair hoping that it doesn’t make my hair all weird and frizzy…and also that the scent matches with my body.
I got up at 6:30am even though my date wasn’t until 1 in the afternoon. I wanted to make sure that I looked…good. So hair did with curls that lightly fell down my back and sat on my shoulders. I felt like I looked…good. This Saturday was going to be 90…and humid with a chance of thunderstorms. I needed to find an outfit that was going to be cool but…cute…not cute... but not sexy…but something to bring attention to myself.
I settled for a sundress that really did nothing but exposed all types of feminine parts…mounds of lush bronzed softness.
I got up at 6:30am even though my date wasn’t until 1 in the afternoon. I wanted to make sure that I looked…good. So hair did with curls that lightly fell down my back and sat on my shoulders. I felt like I looked…good. This Saturday was going to be 90…and humid with a chance of thunderstorms. I needed to find an outfit that was going to be cool but…cute…not cute... but not sexy…but something to bring attention to myself.
I settled for a sundress that really did nothing but exposed all types of feminine parts…mounds of lush bronzed softness.
As I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself for the umpteenth time…I reached up and ran the palm of my hands across them…they pretty much were screaming for attention. Good lord, I can’t see how he’s not gonna be tempted to repeat the action. That’s not what I was going for when I picked out the dress…but the other sundresses need to be handwashed…and…ummm, I don’t know how to handwash. I mean…do you scrub or not scrub?…do you ring?…do you soak?…what?!
Either way, it was too hot for any more clothes, less was best…so…he was going to have to be tempted. Poor, poor man.
Wrong. It was all wrong and wasn’t flowing. An omen? No…but…let me not start in with that…stay positive and everything will work out positively wonderful.
Wires got crossed and I came from Harlem to Canal street…he was on Canal and headed up to Harlem…I told him I’d stay in the village and wait for him there, told him what stop to get off and…again, wrong, all wrong…
I know me and my mean ass slick mouth…if I was gonna have to wait for this non-directional non-planning man…then I am gonna need a drink. Caliente Cab (yes, the same one I treated Fireman to on his birthday)…was right around the corner…I had a big margarita and table made guacamole for two… and then I just sat at the bar by the window…waiting.
I forgot that it was Pride weekend…so as I sat in the middle of the village during gay pride weekend…it wasn’t surprising that the group of 7 lesbian sistas sitting by me at the bar would try and …well…do what you do when you are at a bar drinking alcohol with friends…I wasn’t in the mood to even be nice…but I smiled and said no thank you.
He calls me to let me know he just got out of the taxi and I look up and there he is…walking across the street…smiling. He doesn’t see me but I see him and I am just staring at him…eating him up with my eyes, just as I am eating my chips and dip. He makes me smile, my pussy tingle, and makes me want to declare my love…that could one day come.
I order him a margarita because…it’s hot as hell. So when he walks in...he smiles…big and bright and it’s for me. He tells me, "You look gorgeous." I blush, then I hand him the big glass of liquor and silently hope I can get him tipsy enough to …touch him…covertly while he’s inebriated. So what! His body needs me to touch it…it’s silently speaking to me, telling me to just reach out and…squeeze his arms and caress his thighs and lick his lips and …bite him.
Either way, it was too hot for any more clothes, less was best…so…he was going to have to be tempted. Poor, poor man.
Wrong. It was all wrong and wasn’t flowing. An omen? No…but…let me not start in with that…stay positive and everything will work out positively wonderful.
Wires got crossed and I came from Harlem to Canal street…he was on Canal and headed up to Harlem…I told him I’d stay in the village and wait for him there, told him what stop to get off and…again, wrong, all wrong…
I know me and my mean ass slick mouth…if I was gonna have to wait for this non-directional non-planning man…then I am gonna need a drink. Caliente Cab (yes, the same one I treated Fireman to on his birthday)…was right around the corner…I had a big margarita and table made guacamole for two… and then I just sat at the bar by the window…waiting.
I forgot that it was Pride weekend…so as I sat in the middle of the village during gay pride weekend…it wasn’t surprising that the group of 7 lesbian sistas sitting by me at the bar would try and …well…do what you do when you are at a bar drinking alcohol with friends…I wasn’t in the mood to even be nice…but I smiled and said no thank you.
He calls me to let me know he just got out of the taxi and I look up and there he is…walking across the street…smiling. He doesn’t see me but I see him and I am just staring at him…eating him up with my eyes, just as I am eating my chips and dip. He makes me smile, my pussy tingle, and makes me want to declare my love…that could one day come.
I order him a margarita because…it’s hot as hell. So when he walks in...he smiles…big and bright and it’s for me. He tells me, "You look gorgeous." I blush, then I hand him the big glass of liquor and silently hope I can get him tipsy enough to …touch him…covertly while he’s inebriated. So what! His body needs me to touch it…it’s silently speaking to me, telling me to just reach out and…squeeze his arms and caress his thighs and lick his lips and …bite him.
I need a moment….
He’s brought me a present…a book. TheWarOfArt. I do heart him…but I won’t let him know…but as he talks all I want to do is reach out and play in his locs…so I do. I rested my hand on his thigh. And he takes my hand and massages it as we talk about where we are going to go from there. We take liberties…me more than him but him none-the-less. It’s all very comfortable…and I cherish comfort over love…which makes him and I…perfect in my mind’s eye.
Street fairs and window shopping, he casually takes my hand and holds it…like its natural…like he’s done this before…with my hand…in another place…another time. We walked to the spice and herb store…and the smells of cumin, mint, lavender and rose hip engulfs us as we walk in and … it just adds to the spell. The owner looks like some ancient Wiccan as 2 cats wander the store looking for familiars…it’s probably the mix of the strong ass margarita and the fact that in the last 48 hours all I have eaten was lettuce with lemon juice, that has me thinking of conjuring up love spells as I sift through herbs.
We make our way across Avenue of the Americas, over to Washington Park…we have to walk through there in order to get to the restaurant that I want to take him to. Hand and hand, slight breeze…all I hear is the low murmur of background voices…he’s my focus right now, today…as a small trio plays music over by the benches…and then it sort of hits us at the same time and we stop and look at eachother…and the trumpeter is in the middle of Miles Davis’s Once Upon a Summer Day…now if that isn’t some sort of sign…I just don’t know…
He asks me if I know the song, I do…I tell him I have the album at home…and he starts to hum along with the trumpet…and he casually leans me against the fence and he kisses me…small kisses…soft lip kisses…that make me pull away and turn my back because…damn…am I really acting like this is brand new to me?!!
We make it to one of my fav restaurants and order a bottle of wine and a plate of formaggio…then we order separate gourmet pizzas and nosh on eachothers food as we talk…about what? Not sure but his mouth is moving and…my mouth was moving…we were there for 2 hours…but I must not have been paying attention…or unable to stop thinking about his lips on me…’cause I don’t know what that man said.
It starts to pour…no…pour…thunder starts and as soon as it booms…it makes my pussy contract because as you know…thunder and lightning are sexy to me. Without him knowing he endears himself to me even more when...He smiles to himself and says, "I think thunder and lightning are sexy." Now...that is a sign! No man has ever said that to me without me saying it first and then usually just agreeing... It's almost too much.
So I am sitting across from him in this crowded restaurant and my pussy has just…well, it was raining and wet outside and…now as I sat in my chair, it was wet inside too. We can’t leave because it is coming down that hard…so I am wanting this man, in a crowded restaurant and a glass of wine and the smell of basil in the air and his lips…well, I sort of stood up and leaned across the table and kissed him a slow, soft dry kiss…he put his hand on my cheek and kissed me back. I sat down…and I was drunk…but not from the wine.
I. Honestly. Think. I. May. Be. In. Love. Ha!
The rain subsides and we decide to leave…thinking we’d take a taxi to the theater but…we walk up the street and I decided to stop and buy two bottles of champagne Charles Heidsieck, because...well, I’m out. So we stop off at Astor Place Liquors and he tries to buy my champagne for me…but I don’t allow it. Now that is a bad omen. We get caught in another spurt of thunderstorms and all that worrying about my hair this morning…well, seems pointless now.
So we are walking along Broadway and a few blocks from Union Square just casually talking as he again holds my hand… he stops and tells me to look up…there framed between two skyscrapers is a rainbow. I have no idea the last time I saw a rainbow and I am pretty sure it wasn’t in New York…he says it’s a prophecy.
When we part ways…he asks me to come to Philly this coming weekend, I tell him I’d have to make it the following weekend…
He tells me that he is 78% wonderful and that he only gets better…tells me he wants me…he’s going to show me that he is the one for me. Now normally, I hear this type of thing and it turns me off and has me rolling my eyes, especially on a first date…I mean after hearing that enough times and then ending up with men who’ve over stayed their expiration…well…
I am sort of happy that he is up for putting in work…’cause lord knows…Bloopty is something close to wonderful…but I can be mean as hell sometimes…most times.
Now that I am at the end of my tale…I have to tell you this. As much as this was the perfect date, with the perfect man, on a perfect summer day… I don’t want him for mine. Plus, he owns cats. I can not do cats. At all. He knows how I feel about them and told me..."we can work that out in time"...
I. Honestly. Think. I. May. Be. In. Love. Ha!
The rain subsides and we decide to leave…thinking we’d take a taxi to the theater but…we walk up the street and I decided to stop and buy two bottles of champagne Charles Heidsieck, because...well, I’m out. So we stop off at Astor Place Liquors and he tries to buy my champagne for me…but I don’t allow it. Now that is a bad omen. We get caught in another spurt of thunderstorms and all that worrying about my hair this morning…well, seems pointless now.
So we are walking along Broadway and a few blocks from Union Square just casually talking as he again holds my hand… he stops and tells me to look up…there framed between two skyscrapers is a rainbow. I have no idea the last time I saw a rainbow and I am pretty sure it wasn’t in New York…he says it’s a prophecy.
When we part ways…he asks me to come to Philly this coming weekend, I tell him I’d have to make it the following weekend…
He tells me that he is 78% wonderful and that he only gets better…tells me he wants me…he’s going to show me that he is the one for me. Now normally, I hear this type of thing and it turns me off and has me rolling my eyes, especially on a first date…I mean after hearing that enough times and then ending up with men who’ve over stayed their expiration…well…
I am sort of happy that he is up for putting in work…’cause lord knows…Bloopty is something close to wonderful…but I can be mean as hell sometimes…most times.
Now that I am at the end of my tale…I have to tell you this. As much as this was the perfect date, with the perfect man, on a perfect summer day… I don’t want him for mine. Plus, he owns cats. I can not do cats. At all. He knows how I feel about them and told me..."we can work that out in time"...
"It doesn't matter how fast or slow you go, if you are headed in the same direction"
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Sounds like a niiiice date...BREAK HIM OFF BLOOPTY and get it over with..lol..On the real he sounds like a stand up dude...If a woman placed her hand on my thigh or rubbed my silky smooth bald head would definitely have to take a trip to a bathroom stall and allow me to really introduce myself..lol
What a cool day. Funny though, I am with you on the cat thing. I hope its not a dealbreaker for you - the two of you sound good together.
For real though ... cats are the deal breaker?
And I agree with Slish ... couldn't be no touching of my thigh, rubbing of my head, and kiss and things ending like that.
And I agree with Slish ... couldn't be no touching of my thigh, rubbing of my head, and kiss and things ending like that.
That's true about being headed in the same direction. It does sound like you both had a wonderful time and a true connection. And frankly it don't take YEARS to know if somebody is "the one" or not. My hubby and I went on ONE date and 6 months later I was moving into his apartment . . . the rest is history.
Cats? How many cats? Now if you are talking about 1 or 2 cats, don't let something like get in the way of someone who seems to be close to perfect. Unless you're allergic to them, they can easily be overcome.
Now if he has as many cats as crazy Mrs Birmbaum at the end of the street, keep walking and don't look back.
Now if he has as many cats as crazy Mrs Birmbaum at the end of the street, keep walking and don't look back.
*Sigh* wow..you tell a good tale..I co-sign on the touchy feely going further..you have restraint! I admire your self control...ooh he sounds heavenly..but LMAO @ dude on his way..nice work Bloop!
I'm way too cynical for my own good. Sounds like a great date but if some guy started in with talk of the future on a first date ... I'd label him insincere and trying to play me.
LOL @ you wanting yours to be the only "cat" in his life. Nice.
Sounds like the real deal, though. :)
Sounds like the real deal, though. :)
@ Slish: You are forever wanting me to break someone off some of my goodness to someone...
@ AJ: It was a very nice encounter...if I could have more like that, I'd be the happiest woman in the world...guess that's just too much to ask for.
@ LA: The book was a great gift...he told me about the book and I glanced online for it...but I was very happy that he got it for me...but then again...I had some other thoughts about that action too... :(
@ WOW: People always sound good together at the very beginning...lol I think I may be a little too much for him...but maybe not...he's a Leo.
@ Single Black: Are cats a dealbreaker? Normally I'd say yes...because I am pretty firm about what I like and don't like. However, I am real iffy about whether I try and look past this...but seriously, have you ever walked into someone's place and it smelled like all types of kitty litter. They don't smell it but that's because they are used to it. And don't let me start in on cat hair...
@ AJ: It was a very nice encounter...if I could have more like that, I'd be the happiest woman in the world...guess that's just too much to ask for.
@ LA: The book was a great gift...he told me about the book and I glanced online for it...but I was very happy that he got it for me...but then again...I had some other thoughts about that action too... :(
@ WOW: People always sound good together at the very beginning...lol I think I may be a little too much for him...but maybe not...he's a Leo.
@ Single Black: Are cats a dealbreaker? Normally I'd say yes...because I am pretty firm about what I like and don't like. However, I am real iffy about whether I try and look past this...but seriously, have you ever walked into someone's place and it smelled like all types of kitty litter. They don't smell it but that's because they are used to it. And don't let me start in on cat hair...
@ AlyCat: One day and 6 months later??? I always tell people to do what they need to make this life liveable for them...to go with their heart...to love as much as possible...but 6 months later...you know, I am a hypocrit...lol Good for you...3 beautiful girls.
@ Chezzy: That was one of the best dates I can remember since...last summer this time when I had another perfect date with Dude...except I was hung over on that one...so this really is the best...lol
@ Curious: He has 2 cats. But the smell, hair, and them tryna walk between my legs and lay on me and clawing on my shoes and other stuff... I just don't know...it'll take some major soul searching...lol
@ Curvy: As I have said before...effin' me takes time. Catch to that is that I am very touchy feely...it's that tactile fetish I have. I touch and sometimes I don't realize I am touching. Altho, I did know in this instance...lol
@ Michele: I believe he is a little insecure...but then again I am too. You know how much I date...if I am not the most jaded individual when it comes to man/woman relations...I don't know who is.
@ Will: Clever...lol Hadn't thought of that. He is a nice guy.
ALL...myhesitation is him living in Philly...I have had a bad experience with Dude trying to maintain a long distance relationship... I am not sure I am open to trying that again.
And...there is the fact...Dude is still around.
@ Chezzy: That was one of the best dates I can remember since...last summer this time when I had another perfect date with Dude...except I was hung over on that one...so this really is the best...lol
@ Curious: He has 2 cats. But the smell, hair, and them tryna walk between my legs and lay on me and clawing on my shoes and other stuff... I just don't know...it'll take some major soul searching...lol
@ Curvy: As I have said before...effin' me takes time. Catch to that is that I am very touchy feely...it's that tactile fetish I have. I touch and sometimes I don't realize I am touching. Altho, I did know in this instance...lol
@ Michele: I believe he is a little insecure...but then again I am too. You know how much I date...if I am not the most jaded individual when it comes to man/woman relations...I don't know who is.
@ Will: Clever...lol Hadn't thought of that. He is a nice guy.
ALL...myhesitation is him living in Philly...I have had a bad experience with Dude trying to maintain a long distance relationship... I am not sure I am open to trying that again.
And...there is the fact...Dude is still around.
"We can’t leave because it is coming down that hard…"
I've left a wet spot or two or three in many-a-chair... I felt that. I. Don't. Do. Am-ni-mals. Period. What's the point of 'em? I've got three mouths to feed outside my own.
I've left a wet spot or two or three in many-a-chair... I felt that. I. Don't. Do. Am-ni-mals. Period. What's the point of 'em? I've got three mouths to feed outside my own.
Is it wrong that throughout the tale of this very wonderful, very sweet, and very perfect date, all I could think about was the margaritas and table made guacamole for two at CALIENTE CAB???? Only the quickest, dirtiest, and BEST Mexican food in the Village :) **sigh** That place might be the ONLY place that makes me miss my old job :)
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