Showing posts with label sassy daisy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sassy daisy. Show all posts
Monday, June 20, 2011
Don't get used to this, I just want to bitch about work...
This summary is not available. Please
click here to view the post.
Friday, September 25, 2009
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.
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.
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.
Monday, June 15, 2009
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.
... 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.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
All Men Cheat?
SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME I AM NOT CRAZY!
Fitness (surprise surprise, another blog about Fitness lol) and I were talking on the phone about his work. He is telling me about this situation at work and here are they key points that lead to my discomfort:
- He met his manager at work for the first time who is an older female. Doesn't bother me.
- She seems a little friendlier with him then with the rest of the trainers. Still doesn't bother me.
- He thinks she has a crush on him. Nope, doesn't bother me...
- She jokes with him in a flirtatious way. Doesn't bother me.
- He jokes back with her. WHOA WHOA WHOA.
WHEN YOU "JOKE" BACK ITS A PROBLEM.
I mean fine, I do believe in innocent flirting if you guys are not attracted to each other but if you know the old hag is crushing then why do it?
I spoke to him about this and everything is fine now. The woman is not a threat anyway, and I don't think, at this point atleast, that he would be doing something like that. It is very out of character for him. This happened a few weeks ago but I figured it was worth mentioning on a blog.
On another note... We were having wine night (the girls get together at a friends house, drink and talk shit till 5 in the morning) and obviously we were talking about men.
In attendance were:
- Sassy Daisy (one of my GIRLS)
- Big Bootay (a friend I met through Sassy)
- NOT Eye Candy (a girl I met through Big Bootay, she is not that pretty but worth hanging out with because she is FUNNNNNAAAYYY)
- Myself (IMWIR)
I disagree with this statement and her response to me is...
NOT Eye Candy: You are naive and this is why you will get cheated on.
IMWIR: What does it matter if all men cheat anyway?
Personally, she must be bitter about something but I wasn't going to take it there. I just let it go. She says it doesn't have to be physical, it can be by just looking. Jesus, doesn't everyone look? Fuck, I look at girls too if they are really hot, does that mean I am a lesbian and a cheater?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
![](http://<a href="http://www.20SB.net/profile/YOURPROFILE '><img src="http://api.ning.com/files/G4pCztZsSY9bLt-kDupAv-8S1LK6vIz*9xuYLXH4Tk*LdzRMLr*Yw33c5VjwSS0VCuYOK9c1JmfZzGoVijVWpqmthv9GaFLt/20sb_member.png" alt="" /></a>)