Being Social

Mine was a weekend of fullfilling my social calendar...there are just a few parties or gatherings that if I was available I would attend...and this such weekend...I obliged...what a weekend it turned out to be..., I even took the opportunity to indulge in a date...a dinner date at Cafe Matise... I haven't dated in a spell and she's been hinting at me for the last two months...so I decided what the hell...plus it would be a way to get her off my back...This woman has it together...so much so...it borders perfection...so it seemed..., a college education, a career she loves, a house, a car but no husband...at least not yet..., for a first date she was incredible...sexy...communicative...just enough flirt to let you know she likes you more so than before..., this was danger zone territory...a brotha hasn't grooved in a minute, I was feeling her real good and after a bottle of red wine my mojo was kicking in..., it wasn't her, it was me...my heart and proclivity lies elsewhere...

Then it was a 40-e-it birthday bash at a private residence on the beach...The host house was one of those ocean front homes found in MACO...complete with pool, disco room, a real square footage patio that overlook the ocean and ran the entire length of the house...when I arrived...it was girls, girls, girls all over the place in various modes of dress from ghetto fabulous to the very chic...from tooth pic thin to jelly roll cellulite...if one hundred people weren't up in the place...my name isn't what it is...A brotha was in pussy heaven...cause the women were in heat especially this young and sexy mocha sister...wearing an all white ensemble capping it off with daisy dukes with an ass that cut her g-string to pieces...she happened to be one of the hostesses...she played me so close...I had a hard time checking out my same gender hopefuls...

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"It is not necessary to understand things in order to argue about them." - Pierre Beaumarchais