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None whatsoever. Most of time, I get to start typing, then lose motivation, or my phone rings, or something dumb like that happens.

Anyway. This past month has been quite an interesting set of events. Do I remember them all? Of course not. Between the super queer Laguna Beach parties, the nights at Jason's apartment basically memorizing the scripts to Will and Grace and QAF(yeah guys, it doesn't happen like that. Ever.), and work, I've forgotten alot. Maybe. Sure I have. Either that, or all of it is so damn old, that there would no point in bringing it up. But I do remember one interesting story that happened last Thursday.

So I added this guy Leo on MySpace a while back. We chat on occasion, nothing too fantastic, but we have some things in common. Mainly watching Living Single and wishing we had a woman like Maxine Shaw in our lives. We're always at the Masquerade for 80's night, but always miss each other or I miss him, and he never says anything to me, because he's shy. He gives me his phone number, and tells me to call the next time I go. So last week, the regular crew along with the guest appearance by the BFF4L Austin go to Masquerade, and I call Leo. He shows up. It's all good. We dance and shit, talk and shit, it's going fine. I'm having a good time and all that with this dude. It's nothing romantic, no, but it's damn fun to dance with a new friend.

Hips Don't Lie comes on. I'm not the biggest fan of this song, but I'll dance to it. Leo and I are doing our thing to the jam, and then, out of nowhere, TO MY HORROR, this guy comes up and starts grinding all over Leo. I'm talking all up in homeboy's cheese dip. I'm try not to be an overtly possessive person about this kind of thing, but damn, show a brother some respect. That could be my husband. This could be our anniversary. I could be carrying his baby girl. You don't know the circumstances, so ease up, bro.

To make matters worse, while said cock block was dancing behind Leo, his friends not only cheer him on fervently, but they proceed to try to cut between myself and Leo. My homies are nowhere to be found, which was quite surprising, considering two of them are pushing or at 6'3". That's right folks, you heard it here first. I was attacked and rushed by what I will refer to as a CBTS. A Cock Block Tactical Squad. They set their target, set their picks, ran reconnaissance, made battle plans, moved in, stick, move, stick again, move again. These sons of bitches were slick, too, the way they danced on in and all of that, had me all interested and intrigued into what they were all about. These clown fools were better than your average navy seal. The main homeboy kept trying to feel up Leo, and Leo was not having it. Kept taking his hand off, and putting mine on him(which is odd, because that is not my style, not that I ever dance with guys or anything enough to develop a style or habit of what I do when I do.), and actions like that until that song and two others were off. They got the point and left the scene. Yeah son. It's my town now.

After that, Austin, Brandi and I spot a girl in the corner gyrating all over the wall and swinging her long white girl hair everywhere, wearing a gold digger shirt as if she were a video ho. She danced for two songs, got tired and left. What? Excuse me miss? I officially declared that video hos don't get tired, and expressed that rage aloud to everyone else. They thought it was funny. I mean seriously. Did you see Karrine Steffans panting for breath when she was dropping it for Mystikal, or Usher? She didn't. She kept the beat going. She kept the set live. Her jeans fit.

It's decided that we all leave, and Leo and I go outside to chat it up, he runs into a friend, I talk to all of mine, we giggle a lot, and he leaves. Insert the "oooh girl, he was cute.", "Robert's got a man, so maybe he'll quit cussing us out." ad lib, and we leave. I text message him on the way home, saying I had a great time, and he says the same, and that he wants to hang out again soon. Alright. Cool. Ch-ch-check it out.

The next day, after work, I'm kicking it at Jason's with all the boys, and I send Leo a message to start a little chat, then I go in for the kill and ask him on a date. Silence.

Damn, this is awkward. Several hours later, he said he had fallen asleep, and never really gave me a clear answer, but it should like a no. I'm not hurt by any means, just a little embarrassed that I misinterpreted something again, maybe? Sure. I'll say that. Nothing to crash and burn over, though. Hopefully we can still kick it, though, he was chill.

Completely random, but I love the new Mariah Carey song/video.

And I'm hungry as hell. Deuce.


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May. 23rd, 2006 06:04 am (UTC)
Video hos never get tired!

And don't forget homegirl dancing with a drink AND a purse in hand.
May. 23rd, 2006 06:06 am (UTC)
Yeah, I also found out that said girl with drink and purse in hand was a part of that while cock blocking clique.

I loved that sister, too. I really did.
May. 23rd, 2006 10:09 am (UTC)
almost positive this entry made my week.
you should make more like it, haha.
May. 23rd, 2006 06:17 pm (UTC)
I love that my entries(when they're not dramatic and full of histrionics) make you smile. You make ME SMILE!

I placed you in the Top 20 on my MySpace. You should feel special.
May. 23rd, 2006 06:29 pm (UTC)
oh boy, i am so flattered!!

you & me = hang out this summer!!
May. 23rd, 2006 07:58 pm (UTC)
luverly post!! I felt like I was there, man... It was like a movie. I was gonna pull out some popcorn and get tuh munchin'. What was the deal with the ho train movin' in on yuh boy? Do you think by chance Leo may have known one of them..or the main one? Like, maybe the main dude was an ex of his... Have you heard from Leo since?
May. 24th, 2006 10:32 pm (UTC)
I don't think Leo knew homeboy, because I kind of brought it up outside in a joking manner, and Leo was like...WTF? It was cute. Sadly, I haven't spoken to Leo since a few days after, but we were supposed to see X-Men together. I think. Men send such mixed signals.
May. 24th, 2006 10:42 pm (UTC)
Noooooooo!!!! Can I call Leo and see what his prollem is? *lol* Men do send mixed signals! I can attest to that...as you know...

stay beautiful regardless!
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