Mrs_Goodbar28

Lyrics of a Soul
2003-07-23 07:50:27 (UTC)

It Seems I May Have Dropped the Bag!

I have been coping with the fact that I am no
longer a virgin and thus sexually inhibited and ya know
whut? It's startin' to piss me off! I haven't spoken to
Doc since Friday when I saw him at the movies, and in the
meantime and I have been goin out of my mind with raging
hormones! However, I remained strong and refrained from
callin' Doc, even after Saturday nite. At first, Saturday
sucked b/c the day dragged on for a bit. I left on time
though, got there early b/c Vee dropped me off before goin
out of town to go home. I walked home again, since the
bus would've taken forever to catch. So once I got back,
I went to hang out with Shorty til she got ready for her
shift at the niteclub we're promoting for. After she
left, I went home and waited til it was sure to be a lot
of people at the club. In the meantime, I call the
Cheerful One to let her know I "dropped the bag": a phrase
we use in reference to the scene in which the wife is
seduced by the foreign stranger in "Unfaithful" after he
snatches her bag from her hand, symbolic of her safeguard
and the only thing in the way of infidelity...deep...I
know. So anyway, I tell her everything that happened b/c
I still wasn't sure whether I'm still a virgin or not.
And she said welcome, and we just talked about the
weirdness and how I have to control my urge to just go
wild. After millions of laughs, I finally hung up with
her and got ready for the party. I was feelin' really
sexy and thought that I'd possibly run into Doc, so I
decided not to wear a bra under my shirt and hoped people
would notice.
Once I got there, I felt all accomplished and
cool, since we're practically employees there, we got in
for free and our names were on the list so I didn't have
to wait in line. I went straight upstairs and found
Shorty, gave my jacket and purse to the bartender (whom I
knew from the other day) to put under the bar, and chilled
out in the VIP section. I felt all honorary and important
b/c I got to party over everybody else's heads. It was
fun and I ended up strikin up a conversation with this
cool white kid who was a DJ there occasionally, tellin' me
about new music and debating about the battle of the
sexes, how both men and women can be whores. Throughout
the nite, I kept spottin' Cutie with the Eyez and the Chef
(remember them?).
When it was over, as Shorty was cleanin up with
the rest of the staff, the white kid said he'd get me
somethin to eat so we walked outside and were on our way
down the street. Well, the Chef spotted me and called me
over across the street and questioned me about the white
kid, since his last girlfriend left him for one. It was
funny b/c he was actually tryin' to spit game for a minute
when one of the Intellectual's frat brothers interrupted
and I was able to run off with the white kid. He was
cool, but he started gettin' cocky, so after we got the
food, I quickly lost him and found Shorty. We were
lookin' for a ride home when I saw DJ pull up with Sexy D
and Trick in the car. As Shorty was buyin' a sandwhich
from the street stand, I asked them if we could get a ride
as Trick subtly flirted with me from the back seat. DJ
said he'd give us a ride, but when I came back with
Shorty, they were gone. So we hopped in the car with the
Intellectual's frat brother and went to bed. And it's
late now, so this diary is to be continued...until next
time, live, love, life!




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