As the Mind Flexes

Yes, Chris, I stole the title of your blog for the title of this post because your blog title is the dopeness.

This is going to be my verbal vomitting.Here's a montage of mini-posts I've written but haven't sent.

So, here we go.

Silence is Golden

I think life would be a lot simpler, if people learned to shut the eff up. I work a lot with complaints, people wanting to get things from me, yada yada ya..Half of the time, I do not need convincing. If you ask me, I will give it to you if I can. If you ask correctly the first time or if I'm feeling kind that time.I'm stoic that way. If the answer was 'no' on question 1. On question #201, the answer will still be 'no.' That's me. I don't do sweet talk. If I don't see a way I can benefit, unless I'm feeling kind, it will be 'no.'

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It's a Thin Line

Why is it that the men who I want to be in my face, I am invisible to and the men from whom I want to be far away are always smiling and profiling. I always feel like I should go hard and approach someone. When I do, they end up being gay, crazy, non-commital, or offer me coke. Yes, offer me coke.

It was a brisk night. LP and I were having Popeye's, when he automatically caught my attention. He was tall, brown-skinned, wearing a seersucker suit with a v-neck white tee, and a tan fedora. It was cute and quirky.

I walked past him to walk out the door, when he said, "Wow, you're really beautiful."

I'm a sucker for compliments and interestingly dressed men.

"Do you want to go with me and my friend to a party?"

"No thanks, I have to work early in the morning."

"Are you scared?"

"Of course not," I laughed and continue to walk out the door.

"If you ever want to, let me know."

LP and I walked outside and started talking, all the while the thoughts were swirling around me.

I kept thinking, "Maybe I should."

So, as he walked out, he said something I didn't hear.

I said, "Hey! Where's this party at again?"

He said, "Well, I'm really late. Me and my buddy Leo are musicians and we're playing tonight. If you want to come, first, we're going to my house to do a few lines."

I said, "Lines as in coke?"

He said, "Yes," I'm guessing he mistook my surprise for excitement.

"You coming," he asked, placing his arm around my waist.

"Watch your hands." He stopped smiling. I felt like I slapped him.

"Well, I'm going to Pinkberry to get a smoothie."

"It was nice to meet you, Don"

I shook my head as I headed to the train station. I knew what he wanted. I knew what he represented, and frankly, I'm not that type of girl.

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Support + What Do You Think, Baby?

There is not enough time in the day for anything anymore. As soon as I walk in the door and look up, it's 5pm. Man...I just don't know.

I bought new bras on Saturday. I feel lifted and sexy.


Snapshot from a conversation on Saturday night:
So, Nina, we all already know you're bi-sexual, so why don't you tell us about it."

My mouth dropped to the floor.

"What do you mean Hershey?"

"Just what I said. Don't be shy. Dish."

We all sat along the table eating a pot luck dinner, laughing and joking when someone said we should play dirty hearts - an all out kiss and tell fest.

That question started it all. Hershey always thought there was something special about me. He always thought I had some type of deviance to me. He was searching for something.

"I've never slept with a woman, before."

"I don't believe you."

"Wow."


Amazing what people think about you.