So, I'm on Year 1 of being "Sexy & Single" and trying to embrace
it; going on as many dates as I can, and talking to different men. One
of my good friends advised me that it's good to "talk to different
guys", because it "makes you witty". Dating aside, I'm a pretty witty
chick. I am quite verbose and very sarcastic; a sh*t talker, of sorts.
Hell, if I got paid for my mouth, I probably wouldn't have to work as
much! Speaking of talking, I talk a lot, in my business and I deal with
people often. I am a confidante, a "Keeper of Secrets", if you will. I'm
also a friend, and with that comes perks, and I love me some perks,
baby! One of my clients, who was a bartender, always hooked me up at the
lounge she worked at. I liked to frequent the lounge, "bar chat" a
little bit and also mingle.
Most of the time, when I was
approached, I didn't have mutual interest in the men there. My client
always introduced me to people also. There was one guy in particular, a
promoter is his twenties, "Cedrick" or "CK", that I thought was was
"kinda cute". I say "kinda" because unlike most women, I'm usually not
attracted to extremely tall men, however he had what I like to call that
"10:30pm black" skin and a low fade. (By the way, I have a chronic
addiction to dark skinned men; it is not life threatening, so please do
not recommend a cure, thank you! ) Dark skin, low haircut; 2 out of 3
ain't bad...;-) Anyway "CK" seemed really interested in me and eager to
take me out. I told him we could go to this Art Walk event the
following week. He said he wanted to see me sooner. It was a Saturday
night and I already had Sunday night plans, by myself. I suggested we go
together to this ahhh, er, ummm, Erotic Poetry event, and he agreed to
go. I'm joking around for blogging purposes, but I seriously suggested
this to him. Some people think that might be a little bit too much for a
first date, but I don't. Going to an erotic themed event does not
automatically mean that "erotic activities" are going to go down and I
don't need to go to an erotic themed event to be motivated.
Well
it looks like we had a plan. We were going to the Erotic Poetry event on
Sunday and the Art Walk on Wednesday, and who knows where else after
that... Sunday morning we chatted and he wanted to use his "promoter
super powers" (yes I just coined that term lol) before we went out. He
wanted to arrive early, so that he could network, and perhaps get us in
for free (with his "promoter super powers", bwahahaha). I'm very
business minded myself, however I could care less about whether or not
he could get us in for free, and I wasn't trying to throw shade on his
hustle, I just wanted to go to the event.
Fast forward to the event...I
arrived well before he did. I waited on him an hour, while sitting with a
couple I knew, chatting and being a nice little "Third Wheel". "CK"
finally texted me and I went outside to meet up. He had a very puzzled
look on his face and said he was looking for someone. Mind you, I had
already paid my admission, no problem and I wasn't going to wait around
for him to find this "mythical person". I told him that I would be
sitting, on the couch by the stage... and he can come join me when he
finds who he's looking for...30 more minutes passed by and I texted him
"Hey where are you?". He replied "I'm home now, but I will see you at
the Art Walk Wednesday". Say what?? Let me get this straight, you left
me high and dry and you didn't tell me that you were gone AND I had to
find out through a text? Ummmm, no the hell you will not be seeing me on
Wednesday!!
By the way, I had a great time at the Erotic Poetry
Event. I got "mad love" and compliments galore from both men and women
that night because I had my (*Kanye Voice*) swagga on 100 Thousand
Trillion (at the time the word "swag" was still cool to use, so don't
judge me! lol). I was looking and feeling Grrrreat, so "CK" was not even
on my radar anymore!
Needless to say, days later, he continued to
call me and I refused to answer his calls nor respond to his texts. I
returned to the lounge Saturday for a Comedy Show. He spoke and asked
"What happened to you?" I was like "Oh nothing, I'm good" and I paid my
own entry, AGAIN. This ol' magical promoter didn't even offer to "pay"
my admission, to make up for that stunt he pulled.. I found out later
that he and the promoter he rode with got into an argument, so they left
together. That's right, this fool rode to the Poetry Event, in the work
van, with another promoter...smdh. Oh, I thought WE were supposed to be
on a DATE...That's what I get for thinking! My Bad!!! Ohhh and I almost
forgot, another little tidbit, (he didn't go to the Poetry Event
because..."Dun-Da-Da-Dun"... He did not have the money for admission and
he could not find someone to let him in for FREE. Basically "CK" paying
for his own entry/cover, anywhere, is Mr. SuperPromoter's Kryptonite.
So instead of getting the VIP treatment I received the VBP (Very Broke
Person) treatment! Oh well, I guess Fergie's Daddy said it best; "If you
ain't got no money, take your broke ass home". Ahhh, the perils of
being a janky ass promoter...*False Sigh* ;-)
Oh wow! that's one for the books.
ReplyDelete@Nadia I know right! Someone should buy me a drink!!
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