As soon as I got back, within 4 hrs, I learned of everyone's problems. It was like being weightless in space to come back home and have a ton of bricks dropped on me.
I don't wanna talk about that right now.
Tonight, I wore my famous blue pencil skirt, tank top, frilly hat and 5 inch heels, Russian Red lipstick- no other makeup...ready to party.
At the first after work event, this dude grabs me so hard and starts dancing on me.
I said no.
He says in a thick accent..."Me feel for a win(e)"
I said no.
He says..."I'm from Grenada. Where you from?"
I say, "Bermuda."
He just walks away.
I left to go to this gay club in Harlem for my friend's birthday. The club is on 128th and Amsterdam. Whyyyyyyy was it so random tucked away on a sketchy ass street. Its midnite and I'm walking in Harlem by myself like...ummm....ok.
The party was great though. My new drink is Coconut Ciroc w/pineapple and a dash of cherry syrup. Tastes like juice.
I left the party with these girls who dropped me off at the train station. After forever, the train came. As we get to 59th St...who do I see but AUSSIE!
There was this FINE specimen I was staring a hole into. He looked as though he were chiseled out of marble...nice suit...he spoke Spanish to his friend. GORGEOUS and then I see this dark-skinned dude sit opposite him. I knew immediately it was Aussie.
My whole body felt flush. He was rubbing his eyes...he looked tired. I looked great so I walked over to him and sat down.
It took him a minute to realize I was staring at him. He gave me a hug and we started talking. He moved out of his grandmother's, works 2 jobs now and seems to be a lot more focused. He apologized for how things went with us. He said he was still reeling from how I broke up with him but he understood. I told him I thought he was playing games and was cheating on me. He explained that he broke up with a girl a month before we hooked up and he hadn't yet healed from that situation. His grandma had him on lock and key. He was just stressed. He took it out on me.
He asked for my number. I gave it to him. He told me I look great like every other sentence. (YES!)
He wants to hang out. So do I (didn't tell him that).
Trying not to let my hormones get the best of me. On June 19th, I will have been celibate for a year and a half. Precisely, the last time Aussie and I had sex. Today, I was telling myself I need a boo thang for the summer and boom...Aussie reappears.
NYC is funny. The Devil is always busy...lol.
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