The Return of Slim Shady

There're like what, about ten thousand bars, clubs and lounges in Brooklyn & Manhattan combined? So I should be able to go out on any given night and not see people that I know, right? Wrong!

A few weeks ago, I ended up at the same spot where Slim Shady and I met. It was the first time I'd been back there since we met in July. I figured enough time had elapsed since then, so the likelihood of meeting him was relatively small. I was mistaken. About half hour after I get to the spot, I see his "relative" in the crowd, tryna chat up a girl. I knew he was somewhere around, but surprisingly after the last awkward meeting, I was ok with seeing him. If anything, I felt like he should be the one who felt weird. After all, he's the one who'd given me shady behavior. Besides, I was over the whole thing.

My friend Leigh sometimes says that guys don't know how to react to me because I'm not a typical type of woman. A couple of other guys have told me that in the past as well. II guess Slim Shady got a good dose of what they were talking about that night. LOL.

So I'm standing by the door and he walks in. He's taken aback to see me standing there, and obviously doesn't know how to greet me since he's not sure if I'm gonna be the BBW (Bitter Black Woman) and create a scene, or just pretend not to see him (typical New York stylee). I give him a big smile, and beckon him over. We hug and catch up on pleasantries, all the while he's still unsure how to respond. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights. I actually felt bad for dude...

He's uncomfortable, I can tell. He says he's going into the back, he'll catch up with me later. I go back to dancing. I really didn't expect him to come back, but he did, right when the reggae music came on. It's funny how you don't notice stuff about a person until after the thrill is gone. (Or like I said in my previous post, you don't notice it because you don't want to.) I noticed that he had absolutely no rhythm - none. And his body was kinda whack...not no-muscle whack, but almost like he had a hunchback whack. I tried to remember what had piqued my interest in the first place....oh yeah, he was a nice guy, and I was trying not to be so...picky. LOL.

We stopped dancing and started chatting about real estate and random stuff. Then I had to leave - "Don't be a stranger," I said, "give a call sometimes".

What? It wasn't like I hated the guy or anything! He was a nice guy. LOL. That was Friday...well, Saturday morning. He called me that Saturday afternoon, we shot the breeze for a little while. He called me again on Sunday...turns out we were going to the same party that night. We saw each other at the party and exchanged pleasantries like old friends.

Now I see him all the time. We speak occasionally on the phone about random stuff. He even offered to stop by one day to "chill". I declined.

His "relative" tried to holla at one of my girls, and I saw him trying to chat up the bartender at the Sunday party. But I'm still not convinced that he's totally straight. Maybe bi-sexual.

One other thing: can a gay dude get a hardon when he's dancing with a woman? LOL. I just have to ask.

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