CANCER
Reppin':
ETHIOPIA and ITALY
Label:
Power Play Valentine
Circa:
Winter 20
of the Jedi
Grade/GPA:
C+ (2.69)
The True Biopic (To Make A Long Story Short):
I'd always heard tales of deejays gettin' play in the booth.
But, I'd never seen any evidence
even though I've known plenty of deejays that got mad females.
However, this night in particular kinda changed my perspective.
It was one where I decided to roll with my resident deejay to the
college Girls Gone Wild bar that he was spinning at on Saturdays.
I'd chilled at this spot many times, but it wasn't my kinda crowd.
You'd see hot chicks, but they were mostly sorority girl lushes.
Given the nature of the locale, I never thought that I'd ever meet
any chicks that were more along the lines of my type here....
But, on this night, I finally ended up being pleasantly surprised
when these 2 bad ass chicks showed up at the deejay booth;
one was there for my boy and went inside to chill with him
while the other hun waited outside the booth, adjacent to me.
I locked eyes with the honey and was really diggin' her style....
so, I decided to leave everything out there on the battlefield
bcuz, in that bar, I'd never seen a chick like her come in there.
She was dressed in an all black outfit, "Fuck me" heels, and
looked more like a young professional than a college student.
Suddenly, we were staring at each other with mutual desire;
the look in her eye made it clear that she was attracted to me too.
So, I figured that this would be my golden opportunity to
lean over and whisper some truth in her ear----I was like,
"I hope that you don't mind my being so straight-forward,
but I've been coming to this place for about 2 years and
until now, nobody had ever caught my eye in here before!!
The whole time, I've been waiting for a woman as sexy as you
to walk in here so that I could finally have someone to talk to."
Apparently, the honey must've liked what I said bcuz
she slyly raised her eyebrows, cracked the typical devilish grin,
and then shot me an unmistakeable "That's wussup" kinda look.
We proceeded to make small talk, but didn't get very far with it
bcuz her friend came outta the deejay booth shortly thereafter.
But, before they left, the honey slipped me her phone number
and was like, "Sooooooo, cutie, when are you gonna call me?"
I told her, "Whenever you want me to, sexy.
I can call you tomorrow if you'd like."
Then, she goes, "Do you promise?"
So, I said, "Yeah, I promise, I'll call you tomorrow."
Then, she responded with, "OK, I'm gonna hold you to that.
We'll see if you're a man of your word"
before turning to walk away.
But, before she could leave, I asked her in a sly voice,
"Aren't you gonna gimme sumthin' to remember you by"?
She laughed and said, "Oh, you need sumthin' to remember me"?!
Then, she grabbed the back of my head, pulled me close, and
shoved her tongue down my throat like whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!
If Anita's kiss was a 9.0 on The Richter Scale Of French Kisses,
then this honey's kiss would surely measure out to a 9.5 quake.
After she was done kissing me, she licked her lips and said,
"Call me" again.
But, this time, I responded with, "No doubt. I'll remember."
This sexy sista knew what she wanted and I later discovered that
she was the rare great catch who truly appreciates chivalry.
Within a few days, I'd proven myself worthy enough to earn
a Valentine's Day invitation to her place on some Poetic Justice.
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