Scattered Thoughts, Nothing Important...

... So don't get excited.

Whats up guys?

How is everyone? Good, yeah, that's nice.

I actually have nothing to blog about so I am blog free styling. I felt I hadn't blogged in a week, and you guys might be worried. I just wanted to let you guys know that I am alive and well, for the most part.

It is my cousins birthday today- she knows who she is- HAPPY BIRTHDAY COUSIN!

My birthday is in two days and I am very excited about seeing every one at my birthday dinner on Tuesday and partying with them on Saturday.

I know I said I wouldn't blog about my relationship with the ex-fiance, and I really haven't been. I just wanted to update everyone though (since most who read this will be at the dinner on Tuesday)......

I've been enjoying the company of other men- non sexual as of yet (no the ex fiance and I STILL haven't had sex... please, spare me the comments- I KNOW). I've had a good time with the guys but there is something the ex fiance and I have that I adore. I love him.

We are not officially together yet. He hasn't asked. It's coming soon though, I feel it lol. When it does happen I will def be letting you guys know.

Out of respect for my relationship with him I WILL LEAVE THAT AT THAT.

Moving on. You guys have to read Simply T's blog. That girl CRACKS ME UP!

I have a lot to write about but everything I want to say is other people's business... lol... I'll let them post THEIR OWN business.

I have decided in March to start doing temp work in hopes to start the saving process so that in 2 years I can have enough to buy a place since I live rent free. The NYPD better effin call me in July. I am seriously running out of patience with these people (I don't really have a choice though do I?)

My sister Pang just bought a condo. I will miss living with her, and borrowing her belts. As she moves out, the little one will be moving in. She can be a handful though lol. She is a sassy little one. I wonder where she gets it from? ::slowly looking away::

GOOD NEWS: I am buying tickets to go see Chelsea Handler perform at Radio City in May. WOO HOO!

Good Bye Oh Nine

I just read StarGazr's last post and oh shit did my heart go out to her. She had a boyfriend (who she also referred to as boo!) who found out about her blog and that was that (I am assuming, I don't know any details). I found myself nostalgic, and not in a good way. I got this flood of emotions, the heart ache, feeling of desperation when you are in love and it isn't going your way.

I remember my heartache with El Difunto is what drove me to therapy (and it worked). By the time I had my falling out with the Ex Fiance I had experienced heartache and just applied my therapy to that situation. It was still hard (and as you can see still am struggling).

I look forward to reading her future posts, whenever she is ready to return! (Everyone needs their time to heal).
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New Years Eve is upon us. Ahhh yes!

• Little slutty dress ::check::
• Manolo's ::check::
• Homies in tow ::check::
  

12 bad girls have confirmed, a few more might surprise us. The little sis is legal now, this New Years will be a good one. The Ex Fiance might come to the club with us, if not, Pang offered her services for the New Years kiss (she was my New Years kiss last year... It was a pleasant surprise lol, she caught me off guard).

In 2009 I:
-broke off my engagement
-celebrated my 25th birthday in Ireland
-got Lasik
-dated Fitness (remember him?)
-fell in love with salsa
-went to the beach almost every other day this summer
-didn't get into the academy TWICE
-haven't worked all year. Thank you unemployment.
-moved back to my parents house
-had to give away my dog because I^
-had a weird relationship (not sexual) with a 40 year old man (Scarf)
-went on a cross country road trip
-went to the Bahamas
-for the first time experienced sex against my will
-swam with dolphins and sea lions
-sky dived
-learned how much I really love the Ex Fiance
-hosted a fundraiser
-drank a lot more then I've wanted to (I don't usually drink this much, and honestly think I have a bad reaction to alcohol. My heart beats weird the day after)
-build a tolerance for Merlot
-dressed up for Halloween
-was the first girl a gay guy has ever been with

Here is to a better 2010! See you next year bloggers :)

Womp Womp POMP!

OH JESUS where do I begin with this one...

If you ever want to get to know someone, spend two weeks in a car with them.
Scarf and I literally spent 24 hours of the day together. No, we didn't have sex- he had a conversation with me about this before we even went on the road trip (whew). This is how the conversation came about and it should have been my first clue to what I would have to be dealing with.

He sends me a text (remember, this is before the trip) while I was sleeping to please give him a call when I have the time. I call him as soon as I see that message. He goes on to tell me that a friend of his called him to ask him if he was still going on this trip with me because she had seen me with a guy earlier that week at a salsa party and the guy was kissing on my neck. (This did NOT happen, I am a very private person when it comes to salsa). If this would have been true then I would have fessed up but who the hell is going around making shit up about me? ARE WE IN THE FIFTH GRADE???

I thought about not even catering to this, which is what I should have done... But he kept talking about it and said if I had something with someone else to just tell him. I told him it is no ones business if I am having someone kiss on my neck... no one in Salsa knows I was hanging out with him like that and I did that for a reason. I asked him to do the same to avoid shit like this but apparently he couldn't. He said he never told her but she just put two and two together when he told her I was going on this trip alone with him. THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TELL HER THAT?

1. He then goes on to speak about what is going on with him and I. I tell him I am not ready for anything serious with him and I refuse to deal with this kind of elementary bull, so it's best if we just remain friends.
   This is the very short version of what happened. During the road trip he brings it up AGAIN. Sweet Jesus, give me patience.
   He likes to twist things around to make himself look alright. He noticed I kept getting bothered by the bull shit of having a girl call him with this "he said she said" shit. I told him he is a 40 year old man, I don't know why am I dealing with this kind of stuff with a man twice my age, after I said this he changes his story a little bit that the phone call wasn't a big deal, he was using it as a bridge to ask me about us. I began to even wonder if that phone call even happened.
   He is POMPOUS. Brags about money to other people, talks about how he has money to me all the time. I was kind of tired hearing him talk about money. He will twist the truth so that he comes out looking okay, Ex:
   
   We were in a car with another guy in the passenger seat. I was sitting in the back seat. The passenger was giving him directions and he points to the left and says "turn left". Scarf turns right. We all ask him what is he doing and he says "you said turn right", we all correct him and say he said left. Scarf then goes "oh, I meant he said left and pointed right so I followed his hand." We all had this confused look on our faces, and I KNOW he pointed left but the little man cannot admit he made a mistake in this case so we let it go.
   
2. A guy from a tattoo shop had wanted to hang out but did not want to go out clubbing. So he told me to invite everyone over to his house, he has a hot tub and a pool table with a bar in his basement. I told everyone but we did not end up going. The night I was in the hotel room throwing up my In-n-Out french fries he makes a comment to my sister about how I give out my number to anyone and mocks me wanting to hang out with the guy from the shop and that the guy probably did not even invite us all. He said that I probably said we all have to come.I called him out on this the next day and he then says he is offended because he thought him and Pang were friends. That he meant it as a joke and there was no need for her to bring that up. OH REALLY?



3. We were in a cab in Denver, the total was 6 bucks. He hands he guy a 5o dollar bill but the cabbie does not have change for that, he had just started his shift. Scarf asks him what kind of cab is he that carries no change. The cab responds that business isn't good and that he JUST STARTED HIS SHIFT. He asks Scarf if he has anything smaller, Scarf says no, he is from NY and people from New York and with money don't carry anything smaller then a 50. PFFFT. They get into it and the cab tells him there is no need to argue, they will find a solution. I had enough of hearing this so I tell the cab I am a poor New Yorker so I have a $10. I gave it to him, apologized and got out of the cab.



4. Another time he was checking in and I waited in the car , the valet guy had to move it to make way for other cars and we had a brief conversation. He asked me where I am from, I told him NY. He asked what were we in town for and if it was my first time, I told him it was my second and I was there with my friend for dancing- he responds "oh I thought that was your boyfriend". I tell him no, he is just a friend... he says bye and that was that.Once we are in our room Scarf says "the valet guy was giving me props, asking me where did I get such a pretty girlfriend" (he is saying this in a very Scarf way, Pang knows what I am talking about) and I tell him, without even looking at him "he knows I am not your girlfriend". I turn around and he is just looking caught. Then he says "he asked you?! he isn't suppose to be asking you things like that."



5. When that whole thing with Pang and the tattoo artist happened he woke me up to ask me if he should cancel the Cirque tickets because one thing he does not mess around with is money. Those tickets were expensive (they were alright, he bragged about them like they were the best seats in the house) and if we aren't going to be his friend that he doesn't need to spend his money. Or something along those lines. ARE YOU SERIOUS... AGAIN?!

He wasn't all bad all the time... but I saw a side of him that I know I could NOT live with. I am glad Pang got to see it as well because I started to think I was crazy for seeing this ALL THE TIME.

Besides that- I had a great time, there was never an awkward moment. He was a great host, he knew where he was going and I just had to sit back and relax :)

Viva Las Wegas

Its Friday Morning in Vegas as I write this...
Thursday is little Friday and we treated it as such.
Let me begin...

We went salsa dancing at this hole in the wall spot (there is a big Rodeo something in town and all the big salsa places were closed so we had to find the local places). It was cool, no one there really knew how to dance. Let the drinking begin there. I only had one shot of Cuervo. I was too full from dinner to drink again.

On our way back to the hotel we stop by a Walgreens and buy necessities for the drinks- club soda, and juices. Next door is a liquour store that looks closed. When I am done at Walgreens I get in the car with Scarf and tell him we need to go to the liqour store. He responds in a dry tone and looking at me "its closed". I asked if he checked and he said yes. I go back into Walgreens to get my sister Pang and the other salsa dancer that came with us (we will call him Mr. Rican because he is Puerto Rican).

We go back to the hotel and I decide that before we head upstairs I'm going to ask if there is a liqour store walking distance. The man directs me and Pang and I go on our way. It was chilly so I had to lend Pang my jacket. We walk up to the same effin liqour store, GOOD JOB SCARF! I get the cherry flavored Vodka and walk back.

When I arrive to the room Scarf is standing there looking dumbfounded at the fact that we found liqour. He asks where I get it and I told him the truth, at the exact same liqour store he told me was closed. He notices I'm bothered and says sorry, he didn't know. (Pls remember he told me he checked).

Mr. Rican comes in, Pang and I are getting ready in the bathroom and I hear Scarf telling Jim how I came in pissed that I had to walk to the liqour store. NO, that's not the reason I was bothered... I was bothered because I know he didn't check and told me he did. Mr. Rican says how nice it was for us to have gone and asks Scarf if he thanked us. He tells him yes (which he didn't), then walks in the bathroom 10 mins later while I am putting on my make up and says thank you. I decided to brush the situation off- I'm in Vegas and with other people.
Off we go to Tao. Long story short... Mr. Rican and Pang end up kissing a few times, I had red panties with a purple dress on and I was dancing so carelessly I think a few ppl saw my underwear (talk about classy), I was sippin on Vodka on the rocks, we lost Scarf a few times... AND

I ended up making friends with this security guard who tells me that my sister and I could go to VIP. I tell him we are salsa dancers from New York and we had a show at the Tropicana the day before and are guest instructors for a few classes on Saturday. I explained the two guys we were with were our salsa partners and we couldn't go in without them because that would be rude and thanked him for the offer. I need to stop reading Chelsea Handler's book. I kept telling people my sisters name was Ana (those of you who know me personally know her name is NOT Ana...)

Our friend Mr. Rican, being the salsa dancer that he is, is spinning to music and knocks down the phone of a passing security guard (who happened to be the boss) and he immediately gives the sign to escort him. A few guards come and tell us we can stay but he has to go. They know it was an honest mistake and no one was being hostile- none of us were being sloppy drunks, but the power hungry little asian had to feel important... We didn't fight it (it was already 3:30 am and were literally planning on leaving like 10 mins later) and so we walked out.

I looked at the pictures this morning and couldn't stop cracking up, especially since I don't remember posing for half of them. GOOD TIMES!

I AM ALREADY IN NY AS I WRITE THIS NEXT PART

The next day we decide to go to In-n-Out because Mr. Rican just couldn't get enough. I am a vegeterian but I decide to take one for the team and order a side of French Fries.

I spent the rest of the night throwing up greasy french fries. I literally saw the grease bubbles in the toilet water. It was disgusting. They all went to the hotel club TRYST where Scarf's company apparently had a hard time standing up lol. (A blog about Scarf coming soon)

Saturday night we went to see the show Mystere (cirque du soliel). It was great. We were so tired though we ended up staying in that night.

So Vegas wasn't too crazy- one of us got kicked out the club, and one of us threw up so I guess we did what people do in Vegas lol.

Drop & Flush? Maybe Not

I've been doing some free lance work at my older sister Pang's job.

It is a small office and the work area I have been assigned to is literally right IN FRONT of the bathroom door.

After a few hours of being there I needed to take a crap... But I couldn't in the office because some genius decided putting the restroom in the middle of the office was a good idea.

I tried to wait until I got home but I was beginning to loose concentration, that's how bad it was getting. Pang suggest I do what she does, GO TO LORD & TAYLOR.

Fuck it.

I go.

They have really nice bathroom lounges.

I go to the 2nd floor, there is a lady just hanging out in the lounge area ALONE.

Time to go to the 4th floor.The cleaning lady is cleaning... Great. She tells me I can use one anyway, I decline.

8th floor it is.

I lay my toilet paper down and in my head I'm thinking do the drop and flush like Sassy Daisy.

I sit and get ready to go when I hear ass explosions from like 3 different directions.

NO SHAME.

Pang, I guess you aren't the only one with this master plan.

Cafe con Leche

Do you all remember Mexico from cheap date? Read here in my FLIP THE BILL post if you need a refresher.

I have hung out with Mexico a few times, we went to the movies once... he paid. The other time we walked the Brooklyn Bridge and then just chit chat looking at Manhattan and then I had to go so we didn't get to eat.

I had brought up in conversation my new beverage of choice for the few times I do drink...

Presenting...

Mr. Coffee Patron

He mentioned he has never had any. I express my like for this beverage and explain it is best when on the rocks, or with some skim milk... for some cafe con leche- still on the rocks for me, I like it cold. I'm going to guess it is because he wants to get in my panties that he said this but he recommended we have a night in of coffee patron and a quality movie.

He hasn't crossed any lines, he has been very respectful and besides the face that he was cheap on the first date... we have had a good time. He said "you bring the Patron and I get the milk and the movie."

We never spoke of this again until a week and a half later he reserves a day for us to have patron and a movie. I am on my way to the train to head down to his place and it is pouring. I walk back home because my socks and pants are drenched and one thing I cannot stand is having wet clothes on. It URKS me.

I text him and let him know that I will not be making it. I was already running late and had to be somewhere later that night- and it was pouring, I was going to get wet any time I tried to walk to the train. He calls me back and tries to talk me into going, I tell him maybe later on in the week.

The conversation goes like this:

Mexico: I was really looking forward to having some Patron.

IMWIR: You can still have some.

Mexico: I don't have any in my house.

IMWIR: Well good thing I turned back, I didn't bring any with me.

Mexico: You can still go buy some and come.

IMWIR in silence.

Sorry but this is going to cost you more then just a movie!! This is where I stop making an effort. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and no, I am not trying to be cheap by not bringing it myself but I didn't even want to drink, this was all his idea. At least put up the front and let me offer to buy it. Goodness.

Moving on to better times...

I was at a friends birthday party. He rented out a lounge- it was okay. A lot of people there but the music was not all that. I have my sister Pang, Cousin Mother Theresa, La Prima Fina (a 37 yr old divorced cousin of mine), and another cousin. We were excited because La Prima Fina never comes out and we were trying to get her some. So we stand there and bop to the music to at least front like we are having a good time.

Behind me is a guy in a scarf standing alone. I see him eye me a few times but in my head I am thinking look at this guy with his scarf and his drink thinking he is cool... In reality, I thought he was kind of cool but I couldn't let him know that. I pay him no mind, and try to make my cousin have a good time.

They put on some salsa... We all get very excited. I know the birthday boy from dance school so there were a few dancers there. I see Scarf bustin a good move on the dance floor. Oh, now it's on. I must get a dance with him, or my sister- someone from my crew needs to get him on the dance floor. I DON'T CARE WHO.

Later, he is standing across from where we are. We make eye contact. My sister is on the other side as well trying to get a good angle for a picture, I go to help her (FYI, I got the good shot... I should work for the paparazzi). While I am doing this he asks me to dance. I explain to him that I saw him bust a move and that I just began dancing- so my shines aren't that existent yet lol.

He tells me it is okay and we dance.

The man can hold it down on the dance floor.

After our dance we talk about ourselves a little (I found out he is 3/4 Italian and 1/4 Cuban) and I invite him to hang out with me and my girls.

He chills with us for a little and in conversation we find out we are both going to the same salsa lounge after the birthday party.

We meet there, dance a song, he buys me water, and I go on my merry way.

After dancing a few songs I decide to take a bathroom break and on my way out of the restroom he sees me and stops me. He hands me something and tells me "please excuse it, I like to doodle."

(my thumb is covering his number)

Fast forward to tonight. We met up at a salsa party. He arrived at 8:30 and I at 10:30. We danced a few songs but we weren't hanging out together the entire time. I danced with a lot of people and him with a few.

He left an hour after I arrived. I text him apologizing for arriving so late (I arrived at the time I told him I would), thanked him for the dances, apologized for my appearance (compared to what I looked like when he met me I looked like shit) and told him to get home safe and have a good night.

Scarf's response: Hi. Are you joking, IMWIR, you are absolutely stunning. I can understand why you may say that about yourself, but to ME, I get goose bumps looking at you. I was very glad to see you walk in the club. It put a smile on my face. Your hustle dancing is very good. I really hope we can meet for cafe con leche. I think it would be great to get to know you more. Thanks for texting me. That was very nice. Have a great day tomorrow and feel free to call me anytime.

Zouk in the living room...

When my cousin That Girl gets fed up- she goes through a "delete my blog" phase read here.

I on the other hand just DON'T WRITE for a month.

Hello my loyal 8 readers lol. I am back.

Latest book I read MY HORIZONTAL LIFE by Chelsea Handler. Oh man does that woman remind me of ME. If I could remember the amount of men I have been with I would be able to write a book as well.

So I have decided to write about my most recent sex adventure.

The New York International Salsa Congress was happening so there were many out of towners around. At one of the many salsa socials I saw this tall white guy with a physique to die for, blonde long dreads and a smile that will make a woman drop her panties right then and there... well I almost did.

We made eye contact and we danced one salsa. During this dance I found out he was here for the congress, and he was from Holland. That was that.

I started taking Zouk classes, which is a very sensual lambadaish dance- like my sister Pang calls it Foreplay on the dance floor.

My very first Zouk class I am waiting outside the room for the instructor to open the door when I see my mystery man. He happened to be the instructor.

The class goes well, they had a Zouk party after where the class was held. He kept throwing comments at me like I would say "Man, I am hot" while fanning myself and he would say "yes, you are hot" with a wink. It doesn't take me more then that to catch on.

They were having a performance at a club after at around 2 a.m. I promised I would go and see.

I met up with my girls Sassy Daisy and Mother Theresa at a bar on 35th and 6th to meet with a friend (who I was suppose to be staying with) that came to visit from D.C. I drink two ciders and feel myself getting buzzed. At 2 a.m. I tell them I have to go and we all leave. My friend went back to his hotel because he was tired and the ladies went their way- I went to go see the Zouk instructor.

By the time I get there they had already left. I didn't stay one minute longer. I left.

When I was home I got on Facebook (in my drunken state) and start chatting with the Zouk instructor. He asks me how do I know the Samba dancer (which I had already slept with)... I change the subject immediately. Somehow we tell each other how attractive we think each other are and he says "this might seem a little forward but do you want to come over?"

UMMMMM YES! I didn't answer like that but I grabbed my purse and left. On my way over I guess I started to sober up because I realized WTF am I doing. I started to text That Girl and Sassy Daisy and their response was USE A CONDOM lol. Love my girls.

I arrive and we start chit chatting- good chit chat too. He is funny and smart- he has his PhD and stopped working as a scientist to pursue his real passion... Dancing. I had to stop looking at him because every time he smiled I felt myself blush, he was just so fucking cute.

We drink a little something and he puts on some music and we start dancing Zouk in the living room. One thing lead to another and he carried me upstairs to the bedroom and threw me on the air mattress (there was no furniture, it was his friends place and she hadn't moved in yet).

He also does Capoeira so his body was rippppppped and his skin was as soft as a babies tooshy. Needless to say I did a lot of touching, and riding. It was some good sex. After I go clean myself and go grab my underwear, I put on my panties and go for my bra and he asks me what am I doing. I tell him I am putting my clothes on, and he asks me where am I going. I tell him I have to wake up early tomorrow so I am going home. He insist that I stay and that he make me breakfast in the morning. I giggle at this and lay down.

He cuddled me alllllllllll night until my alarm went off at 9 a.m. I had to meet my friend from DC at 11. He tells me he doesn't want me to get up yet. I text my friend letting him know I will be there at around 1 instead. Zouk instructor and I get straight to business- some good old morning sex.

The best morning sex I have ever had.

He asks me what I want for breakfast and I tell him not to worry about it.

We lay down a little while longer and he gets up and insist that he make me breakfast... in his underwear.

I am very comfortable in my body so I wear my sheer shirt and my panties to breakfast.

He made me oatmeal and eggs with vegetables. We sat on the bar stool and ate right out of the pots because there were no plates lol. We spoke about each others relationship history, he was with a girl for 10 years and broke up last year. She moved on but it was his fault. I explained to him my situation with the ex fiance. We spoke about politics and war with a few jokes in between. It was a great morning. We then showered together and he told me I look like an elf.

I wasn't impressed with this and he told me its a good thing, it means I am cute. UMMM NO!

None the less we get dressed and go our separate ways. He left to Holland that night.

Flip the Bill

Last week I was out celebrating my friends birthday. 10 Bad girls looking hot.

A friend of mine had my keys that I had left in his car the night before. He hands me my keys and introduces me to his friend- introduce Mexico (he is Mexican but doesn't look it).

I guess my friend had noticed his friend had some interest and had asked me to keep an eye on him while he went to go get more drinks. I found it kind of odd that a 25 year old man who wasn't tipping over drunk needed to be watched, I played along.

Mexico and I ended up talking for the majority of the night, and dancing, and tap kissed a few times towards the end. I know, I didn't even know the dude. Not very lady like of me and I can't even blame it on the alcohol... I was VERY SOBER.

We exchange numbers- and text a good amount the entire week. He tells me about this vegan restaurant (I am a vegeterian)... I'M DOWN. We make plans to go later in the week.

This happened yesterday.

The conversation was good...

The food was alright...

The bill came...

We both reached for it...

The fucker let me pay.

NOW please don't get me wrong... I don't mind paying every once in a while. BUT

1. It was our first time out. Do a little something to impress a girl.


2. HE invited me out...

I usually don't drink but we had time to kill until I had to leave and after what had just happened, I didn't have my girls to laugh about this with at the moment. I would go laugh in my head over a drink.

We went to a small restaurant in the Lower East Side called Oliva. We sat at the bar and each had 3 sangrias.

Time to pay the bill...

He says he has to go to the ATM...

The bartender tells me it is 29 dollars...

I'm thinking "ATM for 29 bucks and you didn't even pay for dinner?" Maybe he just needs tip money, I can give him tip money... I pull out my wallet and hand him a 20.

I ended up paying for half the drinks.

My older sister Pang says CUT HIM OFF.

I say he is taking me out on another date, and he will pay... and then I will cut him off.

He kissed my Greek Salad Breath

Pang (OS) and I have been going to a lot of salsa events lately. We are associates of the promoter, through Pangs sorority sister.

One night, at one of these events, I notice this bald short guy with a suit and a nice smile standing and having a conversation with the promoter. I noticed him because I caught him looking at me with a smile.

Pang and I were walking out and Omega came on. I walked right back in and Pang followed.

I started to dance with the promoter and the guy who we will call Salsero made a comment about my dancing. The promoter knew what was going on and spun me into Salseros arms. We had a blast dancing, we exchanged a few words and that was that.

I saw him at a few other events where we began to dance with each other a little more each time.

At one of these events we exchanged numbers.

He is from Curacao. He speaks 4 languages. Spanish (which he speaks very well and learned it from watching TV and decided to take some courses), English, whatever the name of the language in Curacao is (he told me but I forgot), Dutch, and he just took some French courses so he wouldn't count that as a language he speaks just yet. I must say, pretty impressive.

He has been trying to make plans for a while now and I just never let it happen because there is an attraction there. I know this from the flirtation on the dance floor.

Finally I cave but decide that we will go to dance just him and I. We went to a Salsa social. We danced just about every song together, I sweated any water weight off. When it was time for me to go, he stopped my cab and gave me a very sensual closed mouth kiss on the lips.

This happened about two weeks ago.

Today I went to lunch with him to Chocolate by the Bald Man MAX BRENNER.

Conversation at the table was very interesting. We spoke about our work history. We are both currently unemployed. Go figure. He said he has worked the past 4 yrs at a job where he had no life. He worked 7 days a week until 10 at night. He made good money but he had no time for himself. The company he worked for was in financial trouble. He stayed mainly because his best friend worked there and they shared a responsibility. Once they let his friend go he put in his resignation. They didn't want him to leave so they made him a deal where he would stay for a few extra months. He said after that he wasn't going to work for 5 months and was going to enjoy himself, take all sorts of classes he's been wanting to take (salsa and french).

We spoke about our family history. His dad is a magician. He is an only child from that marriage. His dads family is Dutch and his moms side is from Curacao.

We flirted a little.

He paid me many compliments.

Held my hand.

We spoke about the rarity of him dating someone he meets at these Salsa parties because that's his haven, and in case something goes bad he doesn't want negative energy at these events because the same people go to these all the time.

We then walked over to Barnes & Noble where we made out like teenagers with my breath smelling like onions from the Greek Salad I had (he said he didn't mind, I chewed half a pack of stride after). Ok maybe not like teenagers but we made out a few times in public, which is something I usually DON'T DO!

Needless to say... I'm being bad. This will probably not be the last blog you will read about him.

Semi Nude Photo Shoots and God in one blog

That's right bitchessss (and I mean that with love)...

This girl right here is taking her semi nude photos on Wednesday.

It's something I've always wanted to do but never found the courage, the money, or the body wasn't right.

I am 25 and my body is as good as it is going to get unless I start to starve myself. I am 5'2 average weight 102 pounds. After a weekend of dancing I am 99 lol.

I've been letting my bush grow so I can get a Brazilian wax the day before the shoot. I can't stand hair on my body so this has been a tough one for me. I went to the beach twice this weekend and had to try to pull off a string bikini with a bush.

I went in the water and after every wave I would stand hunched over holding my crotch like a little kid that had to pee.

If the pictures come out good maybe I will block out my face and put one up. BIG MAYBE.

Love life update: Fitness and I had our first real fight this weekend... over my way of handling the possibility of wanting to move to Florida if I don't get into the NYPD academy... and this is when I realized, I care for this doof more then I thought I did.

I had been training for an agility test I HAD to pass if I wanted to even be considered for the JULY NYPD class... I had taken this test and failed it before because I hadn't been working out as hard... the people there remembered me and were so supportive. I think a few of them were trying to flirt but FUCK IT- I was too nervous to care.

As I began the test I thought I was going to take a shit in my sweats. I paced myself to make sure I didn't exhaust myself for the next stage (it was 6 stations- a 6 foot fence climb, a stairs section, pulling and pushing 80 pounds of force, a short jog, a 180 pound dummy pull, and a trigger test- shoot 16 times each hand... sounds easier then it is).

I PASSED.

I really want this. I feel cheated out of this experience, I was suppose to get in January and the mayor decided to make cuts. I have my feelings about this but I will not bad mouth political figures on my blog. I know a few people who are on the job just for the benefits, this is what I want to do, I love criminal justice. I swear, it is my calling.

Fitness tells me he prays for me everyday because he can tell- it is affecting me, the possibility of not getting in. I've cried alone at the thought. I've literally put my life on hold in hopes of getting in this class.

Pang's sorority sister tells me she is praying for me. I am flattered so many people are praying for me to get what I want. She recommends I go to church and pray too.

I haven't been to church since Sept 12, 2001.

I decide, I'M GOING TO CHURCH.

So I make my way. There are 3 big entrances.
I try one, it is locked.
I try the second one, it is locked.
I try the third one, it is locked.
I stand on the stoop of the church and stare these doors down for about one minute.
I suck my teeth, I AM GOING TO PRAY AND NO LOCKED DOORS ARE GOING TO STOP ME. I sat down on the stoop of the church, bowed my head and spoke to God... I hope he heard me over the noise of New York streets.

. sex

There are many kinds I can blog about:

• Birthday sex
• First date sex
• Break up sex (I had it with el Difunto)
• Make up sex
• Casual sex
• Oral sex
• Anal sex
• Lack of sex

This list can go on and on.

Today ladies and gentlemen I will talk about the kind of sex that can be gross to some and not a big deal to others: (DISCLAIMER, this might be too much to handle for some)

PERIOD SEX

Oh yes. I went there. Per request of os (older sister Pang).

I had never had Period Sex until I met Fitness. The guy is just too hot without clothes and honestly, the man knows how to touch me. I LOVE IT. I'm side tracking aren't I?
Ok, so obviously the day was going to come where he was going to hang and I am on my period. It had happened twice and here I am with a bloody and now wet tampon, it was frustrating.

Ofcoarse I brought this up with my girls. The first one I spoke to was Mother Theresa. Mother Theresa tells me she does it all the time... so I did it.

A little detail on how it happened: we started to get hot n' heavy. I said "give me a minute, let me check myself". I went to the bathroom, my tampon slid riggggght out since I was wet. My method was, if I wasn't bleeding heavy it's a go! It was a go. He knew already, plus I was extremely nervous I would get some on his sheets. Everything went off without a hitch, until he got out, there was a slight red ring around his penis. I dug my face in my hands and laughed, he laughed with me... kissed me and told me it was okay.

When I went to clean myself that's when the blood decided to flow a little. GOOD TIMING! Whew.

The next day, I had an itch.

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I HAVE NEVER HAD A VAGINAL PROBLEM... I felt like I should be rubbing my vagina against a tree. IT WAS BAD. SO I approach Sassy Daisy about this. She tells me I probably have a vaginal infection, it's normal- most women get it at least once, and I should go to a doctor if it's my first time. We get into what might have caused it and I tell her I had sex on my period. She says that might have been the cause.

I laugh because I should have known better then to listen to Mother Theresa, she (along with my neighbor) are what I like to call closet nymphos (they both have boyfriends to be nymphos with).

Everything is okay now but I will remain sex free during period season.
Ladies and one man who reads this, any experiences with this?

The Kiss

I've gotten a few requests about this kiss I mentioned in the last blog. I honestly was not going to write about it because then I would be giving this guy importance and I am trying not to....

... But my loyal readers... All 5 of them lol... Have requested DETAILS so here we go!

I am a LOVER of Merengue Tipico.

I find out Geovanny Polanco is in town. Pang and I get investigating quick and find out that on this same night he was performing at a spanish club in Queens (El Gran Rancho Jubilee).

Its 7:45 p.m. when we find this out. By midnight we are at the club.

Pang and I are standing on the side of the dancefloor looking at some people making fools of themselves (one of the many reasons why I love sobriety). We are bopping to the music when this guy comes up to me. He says hello and asks me when did I convert from rasta to hick (for those of you who didn't know, I was a big fan of reggae). Obviously he knows me and he looks familiar but honestly I couldn't remember who he was.

He notices that I am not recognizing him and reminds me that he knows me through (mutual friends name). Aha! Now I remember. We gets-a-talking. He asks me if I'm drinking anything, I tell him no. He asks me if I want something to drink, and I tell him no. He is shocked and tells me he isn't going to roofie my drink (lol... THE HANGOVER, go check it out). I explain to him that I don't really drink... Usually I get Red Bull and Cranberry. He grabs my hand and takes me to his table and makes me a Red Bull and Cranberry.

We start dancing, Pang is also dancing with his friend... And that's how the night was spent. Those boys all could dance! This means we must chill again.

The entire night he didn't let me leave his side. Anytime I moved too far for him to reach me he would go get me and bring me back. I knew something was going to be up, he kept kissing my cheek while we danced and anytime we made eye contact and I smile he would have this look on his face (ladies, we just know this right?).

Side note: Geovanny Polanco's performance was not disappointing as usual.

We exchange numbers, Pang and I call it an early night (3:30 a.m.) because she works the next morning.

Fast forward to Saturday night. I'm out with the girls. I was suppose to hang out with Fitness but Sassy Daisy was having some boy trouble and what are girls for if we can't be there to make sure you don't stay home crying? I rearrange plans with Fitness and off to the spanish parties we go!

He hits me up and asks me what am I up to, he wants to see me. I told him what our plans were and he shows up to the place but couldn't get in because the friend he was with didn't have the appropriate shoes.

We leave and go to another place, a restaurant that plays good music. Everything is on them, drinks for the 3 girls (because I didn't get anything to drink), food, and the money for the valet parking.

We are sitting at the table and he is being super friendly with the waitress, actually with all of them. It didn't bother me but I mention this because the moment a guy took me out to dance he got upset and he let me know it when I sat back down.

I told him this is 2009. You don't bring me here and flirt with other women and expect me to sit here looking at the floor. Either pay attention to me or someone else will.

Anyway, we kissed on the dance floor. The man can dance and I my friends can fall in love on the dance floor. Plus I think he is a little cutie :x , him and his friends are funny as heck too.

We still talk bull shit on a daily basis, but he isn't a threat to Fitness. I know, its wrong of me... But whatever, I'll work on it.