Well whenever I say "i'll tell you tomorrow"... just know that tomorrow = the next time I can write.
I told myself that I'd never step foot into a club again. A few of the reasons are already expressed in young females' blogs everywhere. I HATE the smokey atmosphere...inhaling all that garbage...ugh! It makes me sick to my stomach. Then to top it off, a few jealous females have burned my arms with the butt of their cigarette on a few occassions. I hate the brotha who buys you a drink and think ya'll should be together for the rest of the night. I hate being grabbed and called "lil Shawty" and blah blah blah...
But the biggest reason I hate going to clubs is this....I've realized that I have an "Attention all crazy, psycho, stalker guys: I really want you to come over and talk to me because I feel you're my soulmate" sign tattoo'ed on my forehead! I KNOW I do. It's just too much for it to be a coincidence that this crazy stuff ALWAYS happens to me. No matter when, what club, who i'm with, what i'm wearing, how i look, I am ALWAYS approached within 3 minutes of my stepping that first toe into the club by a guy who "saw me and the world stopped for him". I mean this isn't a new phenomenon for me... this has been happening my entire life!! I'm talking about even when I was rocking the not-so-fresh glasses and braces.
A guy will see me, approach me, wanna talk all night... buy me a million drinks (and my friends drinks), try to keep me on the dance floor with him all night, won't let me out of his sight, tell me how he wants me to meet his mamma... wanna hug and kiss on me, wanna tell me his life story and everything else on his mind,wanna hold my hand, want me to meet all his friends he came to the club with, wanna fight any dude that comes up to me.. (even if that's the dude I came with), wanna follow my scared behind all the way to the ladies room door and wait for me to come back out, wanna give me his number(s) and email adress and business card and home address, wanna take pictures with me, wanna follow me to my car, wanna make me get out of my car and get in his, and even wanna stand in front of my car so i won't leave the club..I'm talking bout they be crazy in love and don't even KNOW me.... just craziness. One time a guy even got up and sung a song in the middle of a doggone private party my friend was having at the club and had the nerve to dedicate it to me. ugh. Why me. WHY ME. My friends even start betting on how long it will take for that one "i'm looking for a wifey" guy to come up to ME once we step in the club. The longest was 3 minutes and 36 seconds.
Having said this, guess what happens when AM convinced me to go to the "happy hour" with him and Omar at Club Chaos 2 thursdays ago??? Yup that's right.. some craziness.
So after 30 minutes of AM begging me to come to the club cause he wanted to finish talking to me, I said alright. He knows I don't drink so my only reason for going WAS to be in his company for a while. Well... we get there and of course it's about 16 people total up in there b/c we got there at like 10 on a thursday. (omar wanted to get his drank on early) So AM, Omar and I walked in together and we all go to the bar. They order something, I don't. There were about 4 other girls there and the rest were guys who had the same idea Omar had. So, I'm standing with my back to the bar looking around, waiting for AM and Omar to do what they do, so AM and I can chat for a while and I could go home. There was this guy standing to my right whom I didn't even notice was there until he whispered in my ear, "dang u cute." So I look at him and casually say thanks. He looked like he was waiting for more... but I didn't give it to him. He was one of those guys that seem like he never has to do any work to get women b/c THEY hit on HIM all the time. He didn't respond to well to the fact that I was completely ignoring him.
AM sipped on something clear and walked off into the dark. I asked Omar where AM was going and he just shrugged. So I just leaned back on the bar and looked at the empty dance floor wondering how long I'd have to be there. I made a mistake. A BIG MISTAKE. I... I.... I glanced at him. Yeah... i glanced to my right just to see what was going on over there... and ole boy was still there just staring at me. Of course he glanced off as soon as I turned my head his way which is what really shifted my eyes to him. Anyway, I kinda smirked b/c he looked so funny staring at absolutely nothing in my direction...and he thought my smirk was an opportunity to say something else to me. He asked me to dance about 15 times before I finally decided to do it. I am a sucker for persistence. I give in way too fast if I'm tired of someone asking me the same thing over and over. It's one of my many flaws.
So we're dancing.... well he's dancing and I'm half laughing, half looking for AM, and half enjoying this IDIOT dancing around me like he's a stripper and I'm the bride-to-be. You can tell he DEFINITELY loved the spotlight. The one time I did look at him before the "Drama", he was actually kinda cute. Nice light eyes, strong jaw bone, full lips... a little slender for my taste but who cares... I sure didn't. I tried to dance as little as possible so he'd get bored and stop wanting and asking to dance with me . But just my luck, my lack of interest in dancing and him seemed to turn him on more. He start talking while we were on the floor and before I know it, he's pretty much giving me that, "i think we have a really deep connection" line. I tried to completely stop dancing but, the less I moved the closer he got so he could move me himself. At one point, I was standing still looking at Omar hoping he'd see my face and rescue me, while ole dancing dude just kept on swirling around me dancing like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. and that's when it happened....
AM came back...with a new drink and a weird look on his face. He watched me and "John Travolta" for about a good 8 minutes before whispering something to Omar and walking to the VIP section. About 3 minutes later, I told ole dude that I was tired and that I was gonna check on my friends. Sadly he said okay and FOLLOWED me to Omar and stood there while I talked to Omar. The crowd was still scarce, heck.. he and I were the ONLY ones on the floor...lol. But more ppl had filled in since we first got there. I asked Omar where AM was, he nodded to the couches in the VIP section..and I (with john travolta trailing me) went to AM. I sat down beside him and told him I was sleepy. That's when I noticed his eyes half closed.
Me: Are you drunk?
AM: hahahahhaa
Me: o...k... you're drunk. *plopping back in my seat w/my arms folded* Great!
AM: you know what sway... i'm so drunk right now. hahaha. the room is spinning. you should try this. *holding his glass out to me*
Me: That's aight. I'm good.
John Travolta: *leans over from behind the couch on the other side of me and whispers* You rested yet?
Me: *shaking my head no* Naw, I'm through for tonight. Imma stay over here with my friend.
John Travolta: *looking disappointed and kinda mad* Alright I'll be back later.
AM: Who is that duck a$$ dude you was dancing with?
Me: What does it matter?
AM: *after taking a sip and a letting out a loud sigh* Sway, I gotta tell you something.
Me: Yeah
AM: I'm gonna start sellin. I can't take this bullsh** job anymore. I used to make in a month what I make in a year....
Me: whoa, whoa... hold up. You jokin right.. I mean...
AM: Naw I'm fo real. Man, I tried to do the right thing. I was going to church and errthang.. but it just aint workin fo me. Sellin is in my blood. I dream about that sh**. Man, I calclualted how much I'd make when I get my PhD and it's depressin. I can't live like this. I need...
Me: But what if you get caught? A... you not thinking straight. This is crazy. *getting all worked up*
AM: I aint gone get caught, I got folks to sell fo me. I'm just gone make some calls...and i'm out the game baby. Simple as.....Sway are you crying?
Me: *with tears in my eyes cuz I'm sooo mad at him* NO
So he gives me this big hug and tells me he's so sorry for making me cry. He's not gonna sell, he just said that to see what I'd do and if I cared. He kept hugging me and telling me he loved me and he's sorry for testing me. He claims the reason he got so distant earlier this year was b/c he was really falling for me and was scared and needed to sort out his feelings. But he loves me and he just wanted to know if I loved him and he wants to get back together and blah blah blah (i charge this entire conversation to the alcohol). All while he's doing that, I'm letting the few tears fall and I am getting more and more upset at him for taking me through this and I'm trying to get away from his grip...but he's way too strong for me. About this time, John Travolta comes back around and taps me (in mid hug with AM) on the shoulder for the 4th time since me and AM had been sitting there...
AM gets up and pushes John Travolta talking about "Can't you see I'm with my woman. She said she don't wanna dance with you." AM was completely wasted and you could tell b/c he was so loud with it and he could hardly keep his balance. I dunno if John Travolta grew some Kahunas to save face since everyone in the VIP section was looking or what but he stepped right up to AM...and this dude was way smaller than AM. So they go to pushing each other and saying some crazy remarks and the guy was like, "nigg@ she don't want you, she want me" and AM punches him square in the jaw. The ppl in VIP all scream and gasp and a bigger crowd draws near while Omar comes pushing through. AM and John Travolta are on the ground and AM is drunkingly tussling with this lil guy. The security come about 3 punches into it and throws us all out the club and all AM does is laugh. I was soooo HOT. I went off on him and got in my car and left him and Omar there. Omar said he ended up driving back because AM was too gone to even open his own door. That was such a turn off for me. You probably won't be hearing me talk much about him anymore. I haven't talked to him since then even though he's called a few times. I'm still upset about that. I'll let you know what happens if I ever do accept his call.
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