Wednesday, March 14, 2007

The past twenty four hours have been XXXciting.

Last night was a balmy fifteen degrees in Toronto. Girls broke out the skirts and sandals, smokers were wearing T Shirts.

To celebrate S and myself headed out to 6 degrees for some Spanish entertainment. It was wonderful. We shook our bon bons, drank candy apple martinis (my new most favorite drink in the world) and flirted with boys with/without accents.

I am particularly fond of the few odd ‘characters’ that show up to these events. Like last night there was the Japanese fellow, 50+ who asked me to dance. I said why not and headed out to the floor. I handed S my glass, at which time Dude took off his glasses and asked S to hold it. The look on S’s face was priceless, I almost died of laughter. The way I see it is, the few old cats who still don their tight black pants on a Tuesday night to dance the night away deserve some attention too. I hope I am having some fun at their age.

Another highlight of the night, (for the men at least), was a hot Latina chica who showed up dressed in a body fitted black dress that had teensy buttons up the side, with a huge slit. The dress barley covered her behind to begin with, so the slit was high. It was quite outfit and Latina knew she was there to get some attention (if not action.) The girl was beautiful and confident. The thing is when you dress like that your pretty much sending a very poignant message to men. Truth be known she made me feel old, because even though I enjoyed her confidence and can remember days when I used to don similar daring outfits, I couldn’t help but shake my head at her.

A dude got on my nerves last night too. S was off with her Cuban squeeze and I was standing by the bar doing my thing, when non attractive token Indian dude comes over. First he makes some corny comment about how I’m not smiling. Telling someone they are not smiling, will not make them want to smile. Then he asks me if I know the guy I was dancing with. I said yea he’s a friend. Then he says, “What’s his name?” Like it’s a test. For a minute I genuinely forgot so I said,….er…its….and Random Dude totally goes off, like I was pretending to know the guy just to get random dude off my case. (In retrospect, this probably happens to him a lot, given his Fugly attitude, so his concerns may have been warranted.) The rest of the night, every time Random found me alone, he would come up and say something sarcastic like, “Do you want to dance, OH I mean, not with me, because your too good for me.” At some point my good humor left me and I said, “Yeah dude I am too good for you, now F*^$ off.” (And I never swear!)

Today I made an offer on an itsy bitsy condo. I am so psyched about it, I can’t think of anytime else. Mainly I am wavering between utter panic and utter happiness at the thought of it.

15 comments:

Jdid said...

some guys just have no game

Lene said...

im coming over with some chili chicken and you can make me a candy apple martini

Leon said...

I agree with JDid. We Caribbean guys have got natural game. We don't have to struggle like those losers.

Miz JJ said...

Candy apple martini. I will definitely have to try that one out.

Ugh. That dude sounds like a complete loser. Why did he keep talking to you just to point out you are not interested? He's right you weren't interested. What a punk.

Crankyputz said...

I agree, the Caribs have so much more game, if only they could get over the "Pssst Cum Here gyal" bit they would climb the list faster....

Condo Update, the Damn thing sold two hours before I put my bid in....it was on the market for 2 months before, what are the odds??

GC (God's Child) said...

ewww at all those guys
except for
I love the Asian dude who asked you to dance--I mean, hey, everybody's there to dance. No need to be corny with the lines.

Honey-Libra said...

First time by...why did I bust out laughing when you clowned him LOL..ahhh I bet he wasn't lookin for that....did he smell indian..I'm not trying to be funny but some of them smell like curry or something

Crankyputz said...

lol, GC Exactly its a salsa club, we go there to dance.

Hey Honey-Libra welcome, welcome...

He didn't smell like anything bad, and since I'm Indian too, I would know.....have to say that I think that's more of a myth, cuz we love our ralph laurens as much as the next guy....

Kingston Girl said...

I like that about salsa clubs - that almost everyone will dance with almost anyone. Apart from this one man at the place i used to go to - all the girls used to avoid him as he got a hard-on frequently when dancing close!

Kingston Girl said...

I like that about salsa clubs - that almost everyone will dance with almost anyone. Apart from this one man at the place i used to go to - all the girls used to avoid him as he got a hard-on frequently when dancing close!

SimplEnigma said...

*stupse* Some of you Caribbean men are just as gameless as your american, indian and caucasian counterparts.

I hate when a dude comes up to me and asks me why I'm not smiling. And it's NEVER the gorgeous dude who does that. EVER.

I have a lil thing for Japanese men (funny how I've never told that story)...they're hot...well maybe not the 50+ ones.

jennifer starfall said...

dude, toronto's only a 13 hour drive from my house. you should come down for a weekend of beagles and wine.

i want to have a christmas in july party (because we didn't have our annual christmas party for the first time in 5 years), so i'll keep you posted. there's plenty of room in my yard for tents...

ms. complexity said...

Praise God babygirl on your condo offer! I will pray for ya! :o)

bitsandgiggles said...

Good luck with the condo!

And, nice way to handle that freakish man.

Crankyputz said...

Hey Jen,

That would be amazing wouldn't it, Xmas in July (Christmas is my season btw) However you should note that I think camping and tents =Regression...so i shall opt for a blow up mattress within the house.....

Thanks for the goodwishes on the condo girls, but the damn thing sold an hour before I put the bid in....it was on the market for two months...go figure..