It has been a while and I have been so busy and have had so much going on. So many times during the past months I’ve wanted to put my thoughts down but I have officially been band from writing about myself (don’t ask me why or by who). I have tried writing other peoples happenings using second person perspective but it’s not working for me; therefore I have decided to write their thoughts from a first person perspective.
Last year Christmas eve I was invited to a shin dig and being single, searching and ready to mingle I decided to go out, as the say, place myself out there and have fun. So I decided to go and have fun, I told a guy friend of mine that was also going to the party to pick me up, because I assume the person having the do is someone I thought can never go wrong throwing a party, but I was in for a surprise. To sum it up I was the most outstanding babe at the party (apart from the host, seriously I am not blowing my ego here). The gathering was a sham, anyway, I settled down to feed my eyes on the girls that were making a show of themselves. Then came the host trying to drag me away from my entertainment, she wanted me to join the parry, well since I was there I might as well join in. I got on the dance floor and there was this dude standing there, he stepped infront of me like his order for margarita just arrived. We started dancing, and he definitely was a charmer. He has the looks, the swag and talks the talk. Within minutes, I was giggling away like a 16 years old school girl, and I forgot every other person around me, in short, I had fun. Then came the time to go home, by this time my guy friend that I came with had left me, because my new found charmer promised he would get me home. The cab we called for was taking like forever to come because it was a busy night, and so I hinted we could walk to his house since according to him he leaves a few blocks away and then book for a cab to take me home from there. Its either Mr charmer did not hear me or he just decided to pretend not to, instead he decided we should take a black cab. On the way to mine, I was snuggled close to him because it was so damn cold, and guess what? we kissed (yeah kissed, I was in my senses but I still kissed him). Ok, the kiss didn’t cause the kind of sparks as I had thought it would, but well its the first. We got to mine and he said he would call me later in the day.
Later that day I met up with my guy friend that we went to the party together, and he dropped the bomb shell, My adorable Mr. Charmer is actually a kept man, who leaves with an older Caucasian woman and has been doing so for the past 3years. Oh my, I thought, what a waste.
