It's been a long time and there has been much much drama!

So I have already broken my New Year's Resolutions. I have lost some weight. I still have a ways to go. But I stopped writing down what was going on in my life and I haven't been keeping up with new adventures. There has been numerous reasons for this lack of weekend journeys. The entire month of February was a loss. We had a massive snowstorm in DC. In less than a week, we had 4 ft of snow. The city was at a stand still. And this, Southern and Southwestern raised girl did not know what to do with herself. Suffice to say, I survived my first nasty snowstorm and blizzard with flying colors. My power bill is kicking my ass, but I was nice and warm on the inside.

My upstairs neighbors decided to have a party which is fine. The fact they decided to act like they were in a frat house and not in an apartment made things a little complicated. You know it's bad when it's 20 degrees outside and I run upstairs with no shoes, no bra, a tank top and some jeans on to tell them to shut the hell up. Now they are a little salty with me and have been trying to avoid me but I really don't care. These women are in the mid to late 20s, well educated. Can you act well educated instead of acting like trash? Rich kids kill me with their entitlement issues and catty ways. It's hilarious how they think I care for some reason.

Even with all the drama, there have been a few adventures.  I went to see Chrisette Michele and Laura Izibor at the 9:30 Club. It's a great musical venue.  It's a small club. Great sound and everyone really has a good view. You have to stand the entire concert, but it was well worth it. Laura Izibor is an amazing musician. She's very talented. Her music really moves you and makes you feel warm and wonderful at the same time. Chrisette Michele is a genius! Her voice is beautiful. She sings with passion and heart.  Truly this concert was some of the best money I ever spent. I met some really great people at the show. These three ladies kept me company cause I was at the concert alone.  I had a fantastic time. Corrinne Bailey Rae is coming to the 9:30 Club in May. I have to make sure I get my tickets for that show as well.

Valentines Days was very interesting. I went to Georgetown Cupcake with AT. Neither one of us had a date so we decided to grab some cupcakes, walk around Georgetown and get some dinner. The cupcakes are really good. They are very decadent and delicious. Then we decided to get some dinner at Pizzeria Paradiso. They have a fantastic menu at really good prices. Everything was fine until I think I caught my friend's long distance boy toy with another woman at dinner. Now, I guess I should clarify, they are not in a relationship. They have been keeping in contact with each other since she came to visit me in August of last year. It's nothing serious, but he has been telling her that he is on some special military assignment and out of the country. I am not good with names, but I am damn good with faces and I swear it was him. He was short like him. He had similar mannerisms. I could be completely wrong and I hope for her sake, especially since she is flying out here next month and staying with him for a weekend, he is where he says he is. I am always skeptical of any man who says he has to monitor his conversations because he's not speaking on a secure line. Supposedly he is a pilot. Unless they spitting orders to him through a cell phone which wouldn't work on a fighter plane, why would a secure line matter? I'm just saying. It's a little suspicious. She needs some sex and she is willing to fly out here to get it. More power to her.

Now here comes the drama.  I never go out for St. Patty's day. I'm not sure why I haven't done it in the past. I think it is because I lived in areas where you had to drive to get anywhere. Now that I live in a city where cabs and the metro are easily accessible, why not?  I go out with AT and man what a night we had. AT is desperately seeking Mr. Right. When I say desperately seeking, I really am not joking. She is on a mission to find a guy and is willing to do it by any means necessary. She has all these qualifications a guy has to meet. He has to be white which is understandable. She wants to date her own kind. He has to be successful, make more money than her, ambitious, considerate, funny, the right body type, the right height, shower her with attention. Basically if he is not as perfect as baby Jesus, he needs not apply. I don't think my qualifications are even that bad. I would love for him to be tall, good personality, decent job, driven, passionate about something, smart, funny, and no drama. The no drama is the most important. If he's got drama, his ass is being kicked to the curb.

Back to St. Patty's day and AT's man hunt. So we decide to go to Arlington. In my mind, Arlington is perfect for her. There are plenty of men between 35-40 who are white and successful. We should hit the jackpot there. We go to Liberty Tavern. I have been to Liberty Tavern a few times. It's a nice place. People are friendly. Would I go every week? No, it's not really my scene, but it's fun once in awhile. I decided to play wing man for her. We scope out to see what's in the house. It always cracks me up how some very ignorant white women assume that since I am a black woman, no white men are going to hit on me and I am only going to get attention from the black men. They always search out the black men at a predominantly white bar and tell me he's the one I should be checking out. Right now, I'm starting to question if I should even hang out with AT. A man is a man. Color doesn't matter to me. You can be an asshole in any race.

So we scope out some guys, I make an approach. All the men were really comfortable talking to me. She's a little socially awkward and when she drinks she gets much worse. And the more she drank throughout the night, the worse she got. Initially, she would hold conversation like a normal person. Asking them about their careers and what they like to do for fun. After an hour or so and she wasn't getting any bites, the normal probative questions turned more into the sayings of a desperate woman. We sit and order some dinner. The table behind us had some married men who were in town for a meeting. One of them went to University of Arizona. Since I went to Arizona State, the smack talk started. I was content to hang out with the married guys. I had nothing to worry about. They all loved their wives. I had no desire to hook up and she had been striking out all night. It was a nice safe table. She starts hitting on the married men until they tell her they are married. Then she decides to go hit on this other guy who is smoking outside. She admitted she didn't think this guy was attractive, but figured since he wasn't attractive, he should definitely want her. Not sure what happened there, but he eventually ran away from her.

She comes back inside and two nice looking late 20s white gentlemen sit down. She had found her Mr. Right. Or so she thought. He was about 6'2". Blond hair blue eyes. He looked successful. He was a very handsome man. She proceeds to set her sights on him and start to go to work. She needs my help to take care of the friend. So I start conversation with the friend. Very nice guy, not my cup of tea, but great guy. I would set him up with a friend. He tells me I smell good. He tells his friend to smell me. It happens frequently. My signature scent is quite magnificent.  As I am talking to the friend, she disappears. The guy she was talking to proceeds to tell me that he has pissed her off. He tells me that he told her that her breath was funky and she couldn't come back and talk to him until she smelled as good as me. He was a jackass. She was hurt, but do you think that stopped her? No!!! We got to another bar and she hits on every guy she sees. They all turned her down. She offended the cab driver that drove us back to my car. Let's just say. It was not my best night out.

Now, I try to be an understanding person, but I have serious issues with needy and desperate women. Yes, what he said was hurtful, but she needs to let it go and move on. She went between crying about it, to trying to get any guy, back to crying about it. I felt sorry for her until she said the only reason it hurt was because the guy was good looking. Like if an ugly guy had said it, it wouldn't make a difference. That's kind of her attitude though which is horrible. I had no problems attracting men all night. I didn't hook up with anyone nor was that my intent. I went out to have a good time. Men were running from her because she started throwing herself at them. They were so turned off.  I don't know how she usually gets guys but her devices were not working on St. Patty's day. If I ever get like that, please pop a cap in my ass and put me out of my misery.

Like I said, DRAMA!!!

On a side note, Big Sexy is still sexy as ever and I am still frightened to ask him out. Although, I think I figured out that he is actually interested in me. I screwed up the perfect opportunity to get some alone time with him, but I need to come up with a plan to overcome my mistake. He seems like geniunely is interested. He is extremely honest with me. He doesn't try to snow me with lines and game like most men do. He never looks at me disrespectfully or undresses with his eyes. He always conducts himself like a gentlemen around me. The only issue I have is he keeps playing with his necklace when I talk to him. One guy thinks he does it because I make him nervous. All I know is every time he plays with it, he has to open his shirt and I see man fur and man boob. Don't get me wrong. It's really nice fur and man boob, but unless he's going to let me touch it, he really needs to stop. It's driving me insane cause all I can think of is helping him out of his shirt. He is doing this not shaving thing which is really hot and he's letting his hair grow a bit. I didn't think he could get any hotter, but I guess I was wrong. Have mercy!! When he talking about his job, it's the most sexiest thing in the world!!!!! He knows his stuff which is such a turn on. He has no idea how much he gets to me. Let's just hope he will forgive me for my stupidity a couple of weeks ago.

Enough for today. I had two months to catch up on. I am taking my extensions out next weekend and going natural. I am going to get it pressed and curl. I just don't think I can go back to chemicals any time soon. So done with that.

Kiwi