Tee hee!
So I thought today was gonna suck, it certainly started off slow - but now I think it's going to be fabulous! I was going home around 3:00, and I stopped to talk with Mickey the trumpet player at Union Station. He played Swing for me, and I danced. I did the mashed potato and the Charleston. When he finished I applauded him and he applauded me! He told me "lot's of people try to dance to that, shuffling their feet and so on, but you really know how to do it!" Damn skippy!
So I went down to the Metro to wait, just exuding joy, and checked out this decent black guy sitting on the other side of the bench. He pays no attention so I let it go and hum and whistle the song Mickey played for me. And a cute young man walks over and sits next to me. I beam at him, he smiles back. Says he, "You look happy." Says I, "I am! Because Mickey the trumpet player played swing for me and I danced!" He smiles. We spent the rest of the Metro ride talking. He lives in Takoma Park like me! Yay. So we talked and talked and talked. I was a shameless flirt (I know, I know, you're thinking, no way, who? SAM? - but it's true . . .), and had lots of fun. When we got back to the station, I offered him a ride home. He accepted, but voiced his worry that I was gonna tie him up and lock him in my trunk. He likes Motown. YES! He's smart (I think - well, he's a hell of a lot smarter than Dathan). He's from Charleston, but he likes it here better. He's cute, did I mention that already?
Okay, friends, get ready to be disgusted. I have no idea why I'm sharing this. Yes, I do. It's because it made me happy. Tee hee. So we were in the car.
ME: I'm hungry. I just thought I'd share that with the group.
RAHIM: What are you hungry for? *slight undertone, meant to be noticed if I felt like noticing it, or ignored if I wasn't interested*
ME: *la lala lala - er? begin blushing furiously* um . . . *shoot him a look of confusion and mock cuteness* Um . . . I don't know.
RAHIM: Do you want to eat chocolate? [sorry, did I mention that he's black - I mean, you probably knew that without me saying, but, if you didn't think of that already, that last reference made NO sense]
ME: *blushing outrageously* Um . . . Awww, you shouldn't have said that, now I can't think of anything else.
Yum. He asked if he was going to see me again. I said maybe. What the FUCK is wrong with me? I didn't even get his number! And there I was complaining, JUST THIS MORNING, about how I wanted to start dating someone and how no one cute and interesting and yummy was in my life right now. DAMN!
Okay. Samantha's bitterness is done now. I'm feeling oh-so-bubbly and happy that I can barely contain myself. April is going to be annoyed, I am almost unbearably bubbly. I'm sorry. Heehee!!!
So I went down to the Metro to wait, just exuding joy, and checked out this decent black guy sitting on the other side of the bench. He pays no attention so I let it go and hum and whistle the song Mickey played for me. And a cute young man walks over and sits next to me. I beam at him, he smiles back. Says he, "You look happy." Says I, "I am! Because Mickey the trumpet player played swing for me and I danced!" He smiles. We spent the rest of the Metro ride talking. He lives in Takoma Park like me! Yay. So we talked and talked and talked. I was a shameless flirt (I know, I know, you're thinking, no way, who? SAM? - but it's true . . .), and had lots of fun. When we got back to the station, I offered him a ride home. He accepted, but voiced his worry that I was gonna tie him up and lock him in my trunk. He likes Motown. YES! He's smart (I think - well, he's a hell of a lot smarter than Dathan). He's from Charleston, but he likes it here better. He's cute, did I mention that already?
Okay, friends, get ready to be disgusted. I have no idea why I'm sharing this. Yes, I do. It's because it made me happy. Tee hee. So we were in the car.
ME: I'm hungry. I just thought I'd share that with the group.
RAHIM: What are you hungry for? *slight undertone, meant to be noticed if I felt like noticing it, or ignored if I wasn't interested*
ME: *la lala lala - er? begin blushing furiously* um . . . *shoot him a look of confusion and mock cuteness* Um . . . I don't know.
RAHIM: Do you want to eat chocolate? [sorry, did I mention that he's black - I mean, you probably knew that without me saying, but, if you didn't think of that already, that last reference made NO sense]
ME: *blushing outrageously* Um . . . Awww, you shouldn't have said that, now I can't think of anything else.
Yum. He asked if he was going to see me again. I said maybe. What the FUCK is wrong with me? I didn't even get his number! And there I was complaining, JUST THIS MORNING, about how I wanted to start dating someone and how no one cute and interesting and yummy was in my life right now. DAMN!
Okay. Samantha's bitterness is done now. I'm feeling oh-so-bubbly and happy that I can barely contain myself. April is going to be annoyed, I am almost unbearably bubbly. I'm sorry. Heehee!!!