GEMINI
Reppin':
BOLIVIA
Label:
My Funny Valentine
Era:
Summer 21 of the Sith
thru Spring 22 of the Sith
Grade/GPA:
B (3.12)
The True Biopic (To Make A Long Story Short):
One of my pet peeves is when a chick takes your number
and then waits months to call.
In most cases, I wouldn't even give my number to a chick....
I'd rather take hers instead and then call whenever I'm ready.
But, in this particular instance, I broke my standard protocol
bcuz the chick flipped the script by insisting on taking my digits
while refusing to gimme hers. She came outta the mouth like,
"Sorry, but I don't give my phone number to guys that I dunno.
Just gimme yours and I'll call you."
Immediately, I thought, "Yeah fuckin' right---she's bullshitting"
bcuz women usually say this to guys they're not interested in....
but, sumthin' told me that I should make an exception this time.
So, I honored her request and decided to just have faith.
I dunno exactly how long it took for this Latina to finally call me,
but it damn sure wasn't Summer anymore (it was early Winter).
During the 1st phone call, she actually had to refresh my memory
bcuz I'd completely forgotten that this honey even existed...
the 2 of us ended up having
a nice, long conversation that
culminated with the honey
asking me to be her date for
a high society fashion show
that she'd been invited to
at the Watergate Hotel.
Figuring this was a sign that she didn't have a boyfriend,
I reluctantly agreed to be her date for the fashion show
despite my hangups about being around snooty rich folks.
Initially, I considered the possibility that she'd stand me up....
but, my insecurities disappeared upon her calling to confirm
roughly an hour before our scheduled meeting time
to lemmie know that she was running just a little bit late.
That conversation was cool within itself bcuz she was like,
"Yo, don't be afraid to put me in my place----I like that shit.
If I'm ever running late like this, then tell me to get the fuck.
Let's do a little test run----go ahead and say it to me. It's OK.
Yo man, I'm running behind."
So, I said, "We're gonnabe late. You need to get the fuck"!!!
Then, she goes, "Yeah man, that's what I'm talkin' about!!!
OK, I'll see you in an hour" and hung up the phone.
While waiting for her at our agreed upon meeting place,
I ran into one of my niggaz who gets a shitload of females.
In the midst of talking to him, the Bolivian honey showed up
looking uber cute in a sophisticated, all-white, wintry outfit.
My nigga took one look at her and his jaw hit the fuckin' floor.
She gave me a big hug that made my nigga get all wide-eyed....
then, my nigga dicreetly pulled me to the side and whispered,
"Yo man, is that your girl?? That's a bad ass bitch, right there."
But, I was like, "Nah man, I'm tryna see wussup with this chick";
after which, my nigga gave me the pound and then parted ways.
It's funny though bcuz all of my friends who saw her thereafter
had the exact same reaction that my nigga did....
dudes were constantly fallin' in love at first sight with this hun.
a very nice and chill 1st date.
After the fashion show was done,
she was all about getting some 40s,
taking a long walk through Georgetown,
and getting drunk on The Exorcist Stairs.
So, that's exactly what we got into.
I just wanted to go with the flow anyway
and show her that I'm a gentleman
(not an asshole just looking to score).
By then, I'd dated enough Gemini chicks to know that they're
free-spirited, cerebral, independent, slow to attach labels,
and hate being rushed into anything before they're ready.
The fact that she had called to ask me out on a date at all
legitimized my candidacy----so, that was good enough for me.
We spent the next few months seeing each other non-exclusively,
developed a great rapport, and were pretty much inseparable
(even spending Valentine's Day together and exchanging gifts).
and nice piece of arm candy
that loved to drink, party,
and hit the hottest D.C. clubs
with me any day of the week.
We were rippin' up the town.
As soon as we'd get inside the club, she'd grab my hand and
would be like, "Yo, let's show these muthafuckaz how we do it."
Then, she'd pick outta platform in the middle of the dance floor,
bogard that shit by charming whoever had been occupying it,
make enough room for me to jump up there with her, and
would spend the whole night shaking her ass on me.
being the prissy type of honey
if you judged by the surface;
but, this Latina was really
a down ass chick with attitude.
She didn't mind heading to the
ghetto ass weed spots in D.C.
with me n' my niggaz and
she blew the best shotguns.
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