Wednesday, April 20, 2011


We approached as he exited the porn shop complete with peep show booths, a visible look of embarrassment on his face.

"You are so pretty," he said to me, the only girl in the group consisting of 3 other gay men.

"Thank you," I said pulling out my phone to tweet, text or blast off to the moon-  literally anything to avoild further communication between us. He didn't take the hint.

"I mean...damn! You're like really pretty," he began seeming to be completely miiffed. "Do you have to wear that much makeup? Its not like its a ball. You ain't gotta look so good. Its just Thursday night girl, come on!"

My enterage giggled. J stepped to my aid, standing closer to me just in case. We parted ways.

"Damn Ni, you really upset him with your face."

"It happens," I said as blythe as I could be. I pouted my Barbie pink lips and squinted my cat eyes. "This is my face. Deal with it."

They all laughed.

"Yeeeeeesssss Nina bitch!"

Yes indeed.

1 comment:

Gorgeous Puddin said...

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