Friday nights are my nights! Grayheart stays with the kids and I go out with my girlfriends.
This past Friday I went bar hopping with my friend, Jazz. We hit 5 different bars/restaurants in three different parts of town! (It’s becoming sport for me these days, it seems.) We ended up at the same club we’ve been going out to for the last month! It’s nice to have that spot you can just go back to for dancing and laughs but it’s starting to get old real quick.
We danced and came across a whole bunch of characters there. (What is up with Miami?! There seem to be no men I like!) I really don’t mean to sound like a snob but I have not found anyone I’m attracted to! I know I’m not going to find Mr. Perfect at a bar or club but, damn, can I get a hot guy somewhere?
Y’all know I love to dance. I’ll shake, shimmy, twerk, flip it and reverse it, salsa, wind up… you name it. But I don’t often like to dance with others. I like to dance with my girlfriends. I don’t want to be grinded up on. My body, my space. And I hate being thrown off rhythm by guys that just can’t dance. (You cannot slow dance to Usher’s latest song. Just no.) So I was kind of being a biznitch by not accepting requests to dance. (No, I will not dance with you for the fricking twentieth time!) And I nicely stepped away from those that were trying to get too close. (Does a face palm count as kind?) I was losing my patience with the crowd.
Then, all of a sudden… guess who popped in? The only guy I’ve thought was attractive and sexy and had swagger in all these nights I’ve gone out! Whisky! He said hello, gave me a kiss on the cheek, commented he saw me walking by his bar earlier this evening, gave me an appreciative once over and then he continued on with his buds to get drinks. I danced and then was going to two step my way near him only to then have some hoochie mama swoop right in and latch onto him! She was not cute but, man, was she ALL over him! Grinding, going up and down, pressing on him… basically, she was going to give him anything he wanted that night. He looked over a few times while I danced but I was NOT going to chase him. It did piss me off, though. I was hoping this would be my opportunity to have a distraction from my complicated life. I won’t chase a man so I left shortly thereafter and did not say goodbye.
What did I get out of the night? Well, I ate too many fried appetizers, had a bad glass of wine and then proceeded to have a stomach ache. Oh and the feeling of being kinda dissed by that punk, Whisky. (I guess I deserved it considering I was not Ms. Congeniality there.)
Then I got home only to find Grayheart still awake. I forgot he thought I went on a date! I’d worn a dress with a belt and had taken the belt off in the car since it was bothering me on my drive home. He didn’t say anything but I know he noticed the missing accessory. Not sure why he was up at 2:30 am but he was on the computer. Ain’t nobody got time for that so I showered and went to bed.
Pretty uneventful night. This is what single life is going to be like? Lawd, help me!