You Can't Find True Love on Halloween
I've never really been a fan of Halloween. We don't have it in Jamaica, and frankly, I've always kinda found the whole thing kinda weird. A night celebrating the souls of the dead? I mean, really. And then there's this whole bit about pretending to be someone else. Even for one night, it's a bit much for me...why would I want to be someone else when I'm fabulous as me? *pops collar*
But this year has been all about getting out of my comfort zone and trying new things, so I decided that I'd get "dressed up". I debated three costumes: mad cow's disease (which would've required exhaustive cursing throughout the night), a wet dream (which would've required too much baby oil and was a little too conceptual for most people to get) or Angela Davis (which meant I could just wear stuff from my closet). I decided on the latter, but since my dashiki ended up being too tight, I improvised and went as Foxy Brown (the 70's version, not--good God, perish the thought--the Ill Nana). I got a lot of attention.
Hot white guys who would've probably not spoken to me with my locks made me lewd propositions, one of which I seriously considered for about two minutes. LOL. Hot black guys gave me looks and smiles, but very few actually came over. Since I was wearing clothes from my closet which I'd worn before, I have to assume it was the afro.
Let's talk about the afro for a minute...I've often heard guys say that they'll hit on a girl with an afro because the wild hair usually means she has the personality to go along with it. I never put much stock into it until now. I got a lot more attention Halloween night. I don't know why. Maybe it was because I felt like a different person with that wig on. Or maybe dudes just felt more carefree than they normally would. Or maybe everyone was drunk and Halloween is a popular night for hook ups. Who knows?
But that's the thing about Halloween...you never really know if it's the true person, or someone putting on an act for the night. So while I dirty danced with Spongebob Squarepants (who was sporting quite the erection under his costume, I might add) and backed my thang up on a gorgeous gladiator, I knew it was only dancing and I wouldn't see either of them again.
Since it's all about the pretense, I might just outdo myself next year...any suggestions?


3 Comments:
HAHAHAHAHA Did the gladiator at least look like Russel Crowe? And was he the one that gave the almost do-able proposition? If not, why can't the one you'd think about taking up on a lewd offer ever be the one you want it to be...***sigh*** anywhooo
Next year, go as Pam Grier/Coffey...you'd have to get some fake boobs (no slight to you, cause I'd have to as well LOL), but the afro could be rocked again, and perhaps another lewd proposition, one you'd actually accept, will come your way.
Me..I don't do Helloween. LOL Can't stand to have all those little crumbsnatchers knocking on my door...or egging my car, whci ever the case may be. LOL This year, I was fortunate...no yolks to clean off.
search didn't Pam Grier play Foxy Brown as well as Coffey?
NE Way I'd love to see the "Wet Dream" concept come to life.
Mad Cow's Disease not so much, not sure if that could or would be sexy.
Ohh, and I forgot to ask about spongebob. did that erection freak you out or did it turn you on while doing the dirty dancing? Other ladies feel free to chime too as I have wondered about this since college. Went too a school that featured a lot of bootie music and had quite a few reggae and caribbean parties and some times this would happen but it was fine in college but if it were to happen now I might be embarrased.
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