Heather Heather Heather.
*sigh*
Ok y'all. This shit done got crazy. Heather is still fine...fine as HELL *oops forgot to say she's fine*...but i'm really confused about what i should do about her.
Me: OOooooh Toni Morrison has a new book out!
Heather: I on't be reading that shit...she too confusing..hey boo, can we stop and get a 40 and a couple of loosies?
Honestly, when she's around, all i can think about is how and when i'm gonna get her into bed..she's definitely not shaping up to be relationship material. Not that just getting some sex is bad because i would be real about that with her. But i was hoping it coulda been more than that...she's just not ready.
But when i call her on the phone, she acts like she's my girl. Talkin bout "yeah baby i been thinking about you can't wait to see you again you know i'm saving this for you i wanna move up there so we can be closer together". Mind you, we don't be talking for like weeks at a time LOL. But tis cool. What will probably end up happening is, she'll just call me when she comes into town, we hook up if we have time, then keep it movin...
One time i went to pick her up from the tanning salon so we could hang out. It was some seedy looking joint upstairs on 23rd St. I walk in and a Fonzie dude greets me at the door. I ask for Heather... "oh she's in the booth in the back...just open that door"...i walk down the hall and see tanning beds peeking out of several wooden doors. I can't believe people actually pay money for this...
I get all the way to the back and there's a cylindrical vertical booth with Reggae music oozing out of it...i open the door and am greeted with the lovely vision of Heather in a black thong, a big smile and nothing else. "Hey baby!" she says..."put this lotion on for me..." Of course i obey...careful not to accidently remove the two playboy decals perched so delicately on the rise of her perfect breasts. So perfect that they look fake but i know they're not. This is the first time i've ever touched her body and i couldn't speak for a bit...lol
We hung out alot that day and even went to Fonzie's house to chill and order Chinese food...i tried to make my move but alas....foiled by the "visiting friend". DAMMIT.
On an unrelated note:
Its sooooo wonderful to have guy friends who introduce you to girls. Not just any girl, but girls who are "down". My close friend, T, simply has my back. I don't even know how else to describe it. He's a DJ so naturally he meets girls all the time on some "Oh T, I looooove the way you spin!" Damn maybe i should have him teach me how to DJ...hmmmm
So anyway we were at the spot one night chilling and T calls me over...he says he wants me to meet somebody. That's kinda our signal cuz he ain't gonna call me from across the room to meet a girl unless she's licking...lol.
T: Damali this is Candy...Candy this is Damali, the one i was telling you about.. (ooh! he told her about me!! Yeah bwoy!)
T walks away and smiles at me...that's my baby!
Me: So your name is Candy, huh?
Candy: Yeah
Me: So do you taste like candy too? (yes i know that was corny but at the moment i did not know what else to say)
She just laughed, gave me her two-way number and told me to call her sometime...
Now Sonya had a cute face...very cute and sexy actually. There was just one problem.
Her Breasts. They were HUGE. Not that that's a bad thing and she wasn't fat or anything but they were just so big they scared me. Like i wouldn't know what to do with that...i feel like they're gonna get in the way..or one will come alive and punch me in the face suddenly.... Maybe i'm being a nut but i've been avoiding her calls and emails ever since. Like i write back, but i just keep saying i'm too busy to meet her. She really wants me too.
It figures that when i finally get a girl chasing after me, I'm running like she's Pepe Le Pew.
I think i've reached new levels of idoicy. Somebody help me.