GEMINI
Reppin':
DC
Label:
Eye Tester
Era:
Fall 24
of the Sith
Grade/GPA:
C+ (2.63)
The True Biopic (To Make A Long Story Short):
Just bcuz I was picky about the women I dated
doesn't mean that I'm the type who's never messed with any hood chicks.
I don't discriminate on that kinda level.
Honestly, I love me some ghetto bunnies as long as they look sexy,
have pretty feet, aren't ashy, know how to act in public places,
don't sport grillz, and ain't gotta team of deadbeat baby daddies.
Hood chicks are one of the best kept secrets in the dating world
bcuz the right ones truly appreciate the finer things in life;
especially when you're cute but not a punk, laying the pipe,
treating her like a queen, aren't fucking around behind her back,
can actually keep a muthafuckin' job, and will say what you feel.
This particular honey wasn't ratchet or a chicken head....
she was just the typical hood chick who'd been dealing with
lames that knew how to run game, but weren't about shit at all.
I spotted her when my friend and I were on our way to a
Halloween party somewhere in rich ass Georgetown.
At the time, she was sitting down with some other dude who had
laid himself across her lap while she was stroking his hair.
Naturally, I assumed that he was her BF and she was his GF.
But, I couldn't stop myself from staring at the sexy sista;
especially since dude was asleep in her lap and wouldn't notice.
I wasn't trying to disrespect her relationship or anything like that.
My M.O. was simply to check her out whenever she wasn't looking
and then turn away anytime it felt like she'd notice me staring.
But, a few times, the sexy sista actually caught me looking at her
and it seemed like she was enjoying it whenever she did.
Never once did she roll her eyes, suck her teeth, or sigh....
I'd see her smiling in my peripheral vision when she'd bust me.
So, at this point, I'm thinking to myself, "OK, this is kinda weird.
She clearly has a boyfriend, she knows that I'm checking her out,
and she's not acting the least bit bothered by my staring at all.
Hmmm, things might not be what they seem in this relationship."
But, I decided to leave it alone and focus on the night ahead
because I wasn't gonna holla at the sexy sista in front of her man.
When I finally arrived at my subway transfer point, I noticed that
the sexy sista said "Bye" to the dude without giving him any PDA.
Then, she approached me on the platform as soon as he was gone.
The sexy sista walked up to me and said with a seductive tone,
"Why do you keep staring at me"?
At first, I tried to throw the blame on her by responding with,
"That's funny bcuz I was just about to ask you the same thing."
But, the honey wasn't going for it. She cameback at me with,
"No, you were the one staring at me."
So, I said, "Maybe I'm staring because I see something that I like."
Well, the sexy sista must've really been diggin' my response
bcuz she then asked me what I'm about to get into;
which, in turn, kicked off a conversation where I found out that
she's a stripper and the dude was her baby daddy----not her man.
When it was all said n' done, we exchanged phone numbers and
made plans to hit up The Redskins game that weekend.
At the game, the sexy sista and I didn't even make it to our seats
because we got so fucked up from drinking like fish at the bar.
We were seriously gettin' stupid with it----pounding tequila shots,
downing Long Islands, dancing with The Redskinettes, and
sucking face with each other every few minutes anytime that
she wasn't hugging n' kissing on this random blonde we met.
Eventually, we stumbled back to my place after the game and,
though it was entirely unplanned, the sexy sista ended up being
stranded in my bedroom that night.
Special thanks to Imani Rose for letting me feature her in my blog
and a Happy 27th Birthday to her as well.
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