Night Clubs

Ok, so I was on vacation for a little while and you guys probably thought I went MIA . I had fun, got a tan, played in the sand, got drunk everynight with my man, come back to the states and we both get sick and took off work for a few days. Well in the process of feeling better my bestfriend since 6th grade wants to chill(two saturday’s ago). So I drive my ass all the way to her house which is about 35-40 mins away from my house. I get there and she wants to get some food from Mongolian BBQ which is my favorite resturant. Luckily her “man” worked there so we got our food for free and our drinks we just need to leave a tip.

We head back to her house and then she eventually convinces me to go to the club with her. See I havent been to a club in so long its sickning considering Im still a youngin’. So she throws me a “club” shirt we bump some music while doing our hair and make-up and then wait for her friend to come pick us up. For the record it is just lovely to know friends that bought out the VIP section for the night. The guy that was picking us up was having a birthday party along with his bestfriends who have a birthday around the same time.

He picks us up around 10:30-10:45. There was this chick in the front seat, she was cute but she had a stank ass attitude. I swear ever since me and my homegirl where teenagers, women almost always thought we wanted their man. I hate that shit with a passion especially if you didnt even come across as if you were atractted to him in the first place. Anywho so we all get in the car and roll down to D.C. I love going to D.C. at night, you see the funniest shit ever.

1. Nasty ass homeless men trying to hit on the girls walking to the clubs

2. Drunk ass white boys making fools out of themselves

3. Drunk asian j-walkers

4. Women who try to work some hella cute heels but can’t, and everytime she steps she looks like she’s going to break her ankle.

So we get to the parking lot and then we walk maybe 3 or four blocks to Fur. So we get to the gate and the place is packed like a damn Pento with mexicans in it. Since we were going in the VIP we didnt have to wait in the long ass lines nor have to pay for anything all night . So my new found homeboy is introducing me to his bestfriends and these guys were fly ass hell. They were top A Grade Beef! From Dijimon chocolate to Shermar Moore yella. They werent the typical, thugged out type with the du-rags and fresh white tees. They were grown and all way to sexy. Rocking fresh dress shoes, slacks, dress shirts and ties.

Ok no one take this the wrong way, I love my man I really do and nothing or no one will change that. But there was one of his friends that caught my eye big time. He was gorgeous, 6′5 caramel skin, brown eyes, sexy smile, muscualr but not crazy body builder type more like football player,nice car, awesome job ect. So he was telling me his name and I swear everything around me went on mute and I was acting like a silly school girl around him. After that it was like dude wouldnt stop talking to me, which was cool because he was hot!

As the night progressed people got drunk, shoes were stepped on, people started leaning, lauhging loud, talking loud, wanting to fight. Black people crack me up at the club because before you even walking in the door you know theres going to be a fight. Me and my girl are on the stairs dancing and sipping on our drinks until i feel this heavy weight come down on me. I turn around it was dude with his arm around me drunk like a skunk.

Our Convo:

Him: Hey sweetheart you and your girl having a good time?

Me: Yea…we’re good man…how bout you?

Him: Getting my drink on

*he raises the empty bottle of Patron*

Me: hmmm I see…you’re feeling nice off the juice!

Him: naw girl im just feeling you.. you are way to cute..

Me: Aww your sweet.. you aint to bad looking yourself..

Him: You wanna dance…i cant just keep leaning on you to get next to you

* slick right??? *

Me: Sure

 So we start dancing and grinding on each other having a good ol’ time and at one point he picks me up while dancing, that shit caught me off guard.  So after a few songs my friend grabs my arm and tells him that he cant hog me all night, which by the way I was glad she scooped me away from him, for a second I forgot I had a man at home waiting for me . So she pulls me to the danced floor where we continue to dance with her homeboy, he takes off his tie and puts it around my neck all seductive. He turns around and starts dancing on me, I swear dude should be a stripper because he was working it. I actually took out a few dollars and put it in his belt.

So we are still dancing sweating hard and decided to go back to the VIP room and dance on the stairs. So Mr. Hottie I will call him from now on is still on the stairs and automaticlly grabs me and puts his arm around me, by this time I had a few drinks in me and felt the urge to grab ass. So the whole time we were talking I was squeezing dude’s ass like it was a stress ball. I couldnt help it, he had the sexiest ass next to my hubby. So my friend is laughing at me for squeezing his butt and him not noticing because he’s wasted and she starts danicng on me. By this time I bet people thought me and her were a couple.

The song switches and we chill for a second since we had been dancing non-stop. I’m looking in the crowd, looking at the people seeing if I would know anyone, until this guy caught my eye. He was standing next to the VIP stairs and I wasnt sure if he was looking at me or one of the girls behind me. He looked like he was waiting for someone. I was freaking out because he looked exactly like my ex-boyfriend from Florida. I couldnt stop staring at this guy it was a truly awkward moment and it made me kind of nervous for some odd reason. I looked away and could feel his eyes still on me until this chick came from out the room and went down the stairs and he walked away with her. I looked over at my friend and before I could say anything she started laughing.

Our Convo:

Her: OMG he looked just like such and such

Me: Fuck man.. he sure did.. like a slightly taller, cuter, younger version of him.

http://skatehardretard.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/whiteboy.jpeg * what my ex looks like but he’s african and european*

Her: That’s fucking hilarious though, you should have seen your face, you looked freaked out like you saw a ghost.

Me: Girl I was seriously about to duck thats how similar they looked.

After the little flashback episode me and Mr. Hottie start talking again, and this guy is still drinking, he was done, over cooked on the “juice”. It got to the point where he was leaning on me so hard I thought I was going to fall over the railing. Me and my girl go back down to the floor and dance with homeboy for a while. I turn around and face the other part of the crowd and the ex look-a-like is right there danicng with some chick. I eyeball my girl and she starts laughing. I turn back towards homeboy and start danicng with him again still with his tie around my neck.

I turn back around and ex look-a-like is facing me now dancing with no one, just standing there looking strange and stalkerish at me dancing with my hommies. So next thing I know the ex-look-a-like moves in to dance with me and stuff and whispers in my ear”can i dance with you miss”, which was cool because it was like a huge “sammich”. So I turn around show him what I was working with. The creepy thing about it was he looked like my ex, smelled like my ex, and touched me like my ex did. It was like this dude was his younger twin which makes no sense of course. So we continue to dance since it was the last song of the night. Song goes off I roll out, and the ex-look-a-like grabbed my hand and said ” Your sexy girl, I should make you wifey”, I laugh and say “sorry sweetie, but I have a man waiting at home for me, have a good night though”. Im walking away and as we get to the exit Mr. Hottie comes up behind me and puts his arm around me and I put my arm around him.

Our Convo:

Him: So what you doing after this?

Me: Ah I see you sobbered up a little bit…im going back to my girls house then going to mine

Him: I see, so how about me, you, your friend and my homeboy grab some breakfast at ihop or something.

Me: Umm I’m kinda tired and i have a long drive ahead of me, plus my man is waiting for me.

Him: Oh damn your bunned up girl? that sucks, he’s a lucky dude.

Me: Thanks, your sweet.

Him: I guess I cant call you huh? not even just as your friend right?

Me: Yea I dont think that would be a good idea hun.

Him: Well atleast gimmie a bday kiss on the cheek

So I give him a kiss on the cheek and he slides me his card just in case I wanted to do lunch. He was smooth ya’ll real smooth. So smooth he had me dreaming about him that same night. But I wont get into that right now .

Moral of the story…going to the club having a boyfriend sucks ass, especially when the hottest guy in there wants your attention.