Saturday, I felt like mold but I had an interview for an internship at a plus-size boutique. I aced the interview, picked up some lashes and planned to go out that night. I did my laundry, got a hair cut and rushed to get dressed
My hair is now low low low....like you see scalp. It was an accident but I'm kind of happy it happened.
I went out with BFF and Wynsters the Tigress.
We went to Target First Saturdays at the Brooklyn Museum where its free entrance, you can visit all the exhibits and they have a dance party where a DJ spins some tunes and everyone all ages gets to dance and have fun. It happens first Saturday of the month.
Let me tell you...we boogied! It made up for the calamity that was Friday!
Two instances though:
1. Saw dude as we were walking by.
"Hey sexy," he said.
"Hello," I responded and kept walking.
He saw me again on the dance floor. He pinched my arm. I pinched him back.
"You're just the way I like 'em, he said."
*blank stare* from me.
As he left, I told my friends..."All he had to do was say something classy."
2. Dude kept making comments to Wynsters, I thought.
He saw us outside ands asked to take a picture of me.
"Where is this picture going?"
"Just my personal collection."
I obliged. He tried to put his arm around my waist to take a picture with me.
"Whoa, too close," I said. It felt weird. Wynsters said I was being too harsh.
He tried to hug me...I stepped back.
"You trying to play me," he said. He grabbed me by my waist and tried to lift me up. As he tried I was like stop! I hit him with my clutch. His grip was so tight around my body. His head was on my chest. Stop! Stop!
It took the dudes next to me to rip his hands off to get him to quit.
I was so embarrassed. I just had to leave. As we were leaving this shady ass lady hands me a piece of paper...
"If you're not into this, give it to someone who is.."
I looked at the paper...it was a flyer from "Get Money Productions" saying that by "Shakin Yo Big Tits and Ass you can make $$$$$"
I was floored. BFF and Wynsters were roooolllling! I was like...wtf, is it my outfit?
As we were walking to the car, Wynsters told me to put the flyer on some random minivan's windshield. I did.
We laughed hard. Sang along to the Blueprint 3 album.
Great way to forget your blues for a night.
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