Baseball Managing: COME TO MY TEAM

There are many things I've done that I thought I never would do...

There are many things I haven't done that I want to do...

Let me explain

My neighbor has this gay co-worker whom through out the years has become a good friend of hers. Let's call him Confused.

I got the chance to really see Confused at my neighbors birthday party in May. I know that one does not have to fit the stereo type but this guy does not look or act gay... and on top of that I think he is pretty good looking. Not usually what I am attracted to but he is a good looking guy.

I tell my neighbor this and she tells me that he has had one girlfriend when he was younger and I guess she scared him out of liking girls, so he was into guys BUT that he was attracted to my neighbor once and has never been with a girl so she says he is just confused. She says he shouldn't shut girls out completely until he has been with one. On top of that he is a real shy guy so for him to get to know a girl is difficult.

Halloween night comes along and my girls and I are looking better and sexy as ever. Confused comes in his Robin costume (I was dressed as a ballerina) and it all started in the car ride. We didn't have enough space so someone had to sit on top of someone else. Being that I am the smallest, I sat on top of Confused. My neighbor is winking at me the entire ride...

We get to the club and I was already into my third double shot of Vodka (I had been there 20 minutes) when I come back from the bathroom my neighbor says "IMWIR kiss Confused!".

I turn around and plant one on him. His lips were so soft that we just tapped... tapped... TONGUE. Yes, we were making out in the club. I spent my entire Halloween night making out with a gay guy. Most of the time I went to kiss him, that's how shy he was... or maybe it's that's how drunk I was???

We talked a lot. I can't remember half the shit we spoke about but at one point he is talking to me about his family and acceptance from his father. Good conversation to have at a Halloween party held in a strip club while drunk. I go on to tell him my story about the last time I tried with my father and that "I am still angry but he can pass away and I have no regrets, because I told him why". Mind you, now him and I are tearing in the club talking about this shit.

He says "give me your phone, I need to make a phone call". (He had lost his at this point at night)... We step outside and he is calling all his family members to try to get his dads phone number at 2 o clock in the morning crying. I was in utter shock at what was going on. I kept asking him "are you sure you want to do this?" He told me if he didn't do it at that moment, he was never going to do it.

I decided to back off, take a few steps back and just watch. He finally got his dads number and left him a voicemail that broke my heart. I started to cry watching him. It was basically telling him he knows he doesn't accept his life style and that's why he treats him different then the others but that he still loves him, and told him the reasons he was angry- mostly for things that he has done to his mother. That's all I will put up here out of respect for the situation.

When we left the club I got dropped off at his house, I told him I wanted to cuddle (he had to be up for work an hr and a half later). We lay down in bed and cuddle... and we started to fall asleep when I turned to face him and my hand landed on his inner thigh.

I got to business.

I wasn't too aggressive with anything, I kinda wanted to let him do what he wanted with me since he "had never been with a girl."

I'm calling bull shit when I see it.

Although he was very gentle (per my request) he knew what he was doing.

We ended up waking up LATE. He had to be at work at 7 and we woke up at 7:45.

I woke up with my thong and pantyhose hanging from one leg. I slipped it back on, threw on my leotard and tutu and walked out. This walk of shame reminded of something out of My Horizontal Life by Chelsea Handler.

He paid for my cab to go home and I stood outside of my building in my tutu hoping someone was awake to open the door. I had no keys or no cell phone on me. My mom was awake. I made up some bull shit excuse as to why was I coming home at 8 in the morning still in my costume and went to bed.

I am about to go talk to my neighbor now so I'll have his side of it later. He did tell her he wants more of me.

I had sex with a gay guy and I was the first girl he had ever been with. I might have just turned him straight.

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.