August 27, 2004
Any body up?
Meet Gwenda. our heroine. 29 years old. She's cute, charming, manipulative, smokin' bod-but she's a little naive when it comes to relations between the opposite sex.
Here's an episode of her latest encounter...
Mr Lumpy
When I first met him last night, he wasn't much to write home about, except for the fact that he kept staring at me, even though he saw me in engaged in conversation with someone else. I thought that was kinda sexy. Besides, the dude I was talking to wasn't that interesting.
I caught his eye, and gave him one of my seductive side-ways glances. Then I got up from where I was sitting and made my way over to his side of the bar to order a drink. He smiled at me, and dropped a flyer down on the bar. He told me his name was Dj___ and he djed at the bar on weekends. He spun reggae, soul classics and hip hop.
My favorite kinds of music. I told him maybe I'd come check it out. I waited for the bartender to come over and take my order. I noticed him eyeing me, which I enjoyed, so I decided to stick around and let him enjoy the view. I forgot all about Mr. Nice Guy, who was waiting for me at the other end of the bar.
Mr. Nice Guy noticed me talking to Mr Dj and decided to step up. He asked me if he could talk to me outside. I didn't want to go-why didn't he just leave me alone? Couldn't he make this simple and take a hint? I excused myself from my Mr. DJ's delightful diatribe about himself, ( the more I talked to him-or was it the more I drank?, He became cuter to me)and met Mr. Nice Guy outside. He stood staring at me with eyes as big as saucers, looking at me like he just lost his best friend. I felt a twinge of guilt. Not enough to make me stay though. He told me he thought we had something going, and he really wanted to get to know me better. I was annoyed. He didnt' even know me. "Im sorry if i gave you the wrong impression..." I said, I had no idea what to say. "So long pretty lady he said, kissing my hand, and disappearing into the night. I never saw Mr. Nice Guy again.
I walk back into the bar Mr. DJ's feeling cocky cuz he stole me from Mr. Nice Guy. He says he's ready to go. So am I. I don't remember how we got to his place, but the next thing I know, we're doin' the do. After one minute of unbridled passion, he was through. I thought I should give him a condolence hug,but when I did, he snapped; "I cannot hold you right now", and shooed me away like a flea.
The Next Morning:
I'm feeling a little hung-over from the night before. I look over at the body sleeping soundly beside me-His body heaves slightly as he breathes. I survey my surrondings: nice place. Big backyard, which is rare in Brooklyn. Spacious. The sunlight is beaming in through the window and I feel the heat on my arm. It feels good. I like it here. I could get used to this. It was nice to be able to sleep withouth the rumbling of trucks rumbling across the brooklyn queens expressway for a change. I imagined future mornings like this. I'd wake up, put on his robe, bring him breakfast in bed. Then we'd make love all over again. It's a funny thought, considering I'm thinking of our future, and I can't even remember his name. Just then he wakes up. He wants to cuddle. Nice...he's not picky about morning breath, we begin to finish what we started...
"What are you doing today?" He asked me after another two minutes of unbridled passion.
"Why?" I'm getting excited, thinking maybe he wants to have breakfast or something.
"I got a lot of shit to do today, I got to go to Jersey, pick up my mom, do laundry..., do you mind if i drop you home now?"
"Sure," I say, picking my clothes off the floor. I can't find my underwear. "That's really sweet of you."
Mr. Dj hands me my underwear. He's already dressed and standing at the doorway. "Don't forget your sunglasses", he advised. It's bright out here.
It was. The day was gorgeous. I was hoping that Mr. Dj and I could spend the day getting to know each other. He seemed pretty cool. I suppose-it's not in the cards. We walk out to his car, and he apologizes again for not feeding me. It's fine, I tell him. It's not like I expected it.
"We hop into his Hundai and he pops in a cd. "This is Mos Def", he tells me matter of factly, as though I don't live in Brooklyn.
"I know who MOs Def is" I say through gritted teeth. I hope he doesn't speak anymore. I get my wish-he doesn't say a word for the rest of the trip.
Finally we're in front of my house. It's time to part. A very awkward moment.
"Thanks," Mr. DJ says, without making eye contact. "I had fun." He leans over and cautiously pecks me on the lips. I gather my belongings and open the car door to let myself out. We avoid eye-contact.
"Thanks for the ride," I say and slam the door behind me.
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August 24, 2004
Sorry It's Taken Me A While,
It's been a wierd few couple of days for me. Life is buzzing, surrounding, moving all around me. Right, Left, Up and Down. People in-out, pushing and shoving, all up in my face. I need space to BREATHE- I wish the world would leave me a lone for a while. So today I've decided to stay in side, and leave the world outside. I'm listening to world radio, pms'ing and feeling sorry for myself. It's quite fun if you do it properly!
Well, the reason for today's scribe is to alert you all to an article I wrote a while back about a video I had some beef with. The "Beautiful" video by Pharell and Snoop Dog. Don't get me wrong, I love Pharrell, but this video left a bad taste in my mouth and I had to speak on it. If you're interested in hearing my thoughts, check out my article and other cool stuff on Africa's Gateway. It's a South African on-line mag, that is similar to the Source (when it was a good magazine) I'm honored that they posted my piece. Here's a link to the site...Enjoy!
my article about beauty on Africa's Gateway.
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