Friday night, S got an invite to a reggae party at some random club downtown. Having nothing better to do, we decided to check it out. We get to the club, and the front of it is snazzy. They have a little red carpet thing going on, with two bouncers dressed in suits. We mention that we are there for the reggae fete and are immediately ushered to the side of the club. There we are met by a friendly girl, who hands us little coupons and tells us that the party is downstairs. So we descend into what can only be described as a basement jam. It’s a small place, with a ceiling decorated in white linen that looks a lot like a basement decorated with toilet paper by a seventeen year old whose parents are away for the weekend. The music is great, so we decide to stay a bit.
And then I spotted goddess boy.
I’ve noticed a trend in my dating patterns. I attract in twos; and usually within the same family. I am a ‘brother’ magnet. This observation was confirmed this Friday when I met Goddess Boy in the basement. Goddess boy is with his brother and three other very good looking boys. S begins to pat me on my back, muttering something about me ‘finally making a contribution’ to our lives. We lime with them, and the brother is all over me. Anyhoo after watching his brother promise to lick me from head to toe, in ways I would appreciate for a life time (his words verbatim,) goddess boy suddenly decides to sprint into action. The things it takes to get a good looking boy’s attention.
Now I’m a little weirded out, I mean the brother was obviously digging me, why would goddess boy only move into action now, after all these years??
I spent the rest of the weekend have delicious fantasies of the two; mostly against my will; mostly. The brother is more of my traditional type: aggressive, too good looking for his own good and a charmer. Goddess boy is hot, in the sizzling reserved way, and his ability to not hit on me for the past couple of years is mind bogglingly hot.