Man handled

I now wonder why I ever liked going to the club. Here I was in this cute black pants I got, the low cut kind that zip in the back.. and a black tank top, and my new baby blue jacket. Rather sexy was the outfit, and I had my ass touched more times than I liked last night. Not only that but the guys would come up to me with the lamest f’ing lines in the world. One guy who was black, said I was unique, with out even like talking to me long enough to figure out my name.

“You’re unique and Im interested in talking to you.’

“Im unique? Why because Im white?”

“Honestly yes, Ive never been with a white girl before.”

I get offended and lean away and look away.

“Whats wrong?”

“That was offending, Im a novelty to you.”

He then proceeds to try and convince me there is a difference with white girls and black girls when it comes to sex. I try to point out every girl no matter what her race is different in bed. Then I tell him he’s not getting sex from me. The guy still proceed’s to pursue me. I dont know why when I finally told him Im a good girl he lost interest in me.

Yes, lame pick up lines… I must say as I get older Im truely learning the game, and how not to play into these guy’s words. I cant believe some of them really thought I was dumb enought to be interested. Dont dance all over me, dont put your hands where they dont belong and do not call me your baby. Flirting is appreciated, man handling me is not. When I ask a simply logical question like what do you do? Dont just answer I work, and leave it at that. Im interested in you as a person, not a sex object. Talk to me be human with me.

Now I must confess, there was this guy, who was mixed, black and white maybe, but had the most bluest eyes ever. I started the conversation based on that, and it wasnt planned out. I just kinda blurted out in suprise that he had the most beautiful eyes. We talked he works, and I forgot where but that’s because he told me he wanted to be a teacher, Kindergarten teacher, ohh I think he works as a teacher’s aide. Now I asked him if he had a girl friend and he said no. I dont believe him because well he likes kids, he dances, and I mean really dances, he sculpts, and writes…. Ok so either he threw me some really good lines or he’s lying about the gf. Either way if I was not with Ethan, this guy really would have been someone I would have pursued. Probably blind to the fact something seemed amiss about him.. too good to be true type of thing.

Anyways, I got a digital camera and took pics before the club last night. Ethan has been getting at me about wanting current pics so I splurged and got the camera. When I got home from the club I spent an hour figuring out how to get the pics to be well not HUGE on the puter so I could upload them and let Ethan see. I hate them, he loves them. Heh… figures, but he’s already nagging, I want more! ::giggles:: So by the time I got them all figured out it was like 5 am in the morning, way past time when I said I’d call him. So I figure I can call him and wake him up after all it was 8am for him. He answered pretty quickly, I didnt think the cell would be able to wake him but alas it did, or rather he was already half awake alarm had gone of moments before that. Talked to him for about an hour and I had to go. Sleep was desperately needed.

All in all, even with the man handling the club was nice, and my second venture into the Hollywood night scene was fun. Ohh yeah I should mention Cleveland, my friend Kristine’s friend, who got us on the guest list for the club to begin with… ahh later…