Mr. Big
So newly single,
fresh of the train, I was working at an event for one of my clients in. Hot
summer day, in Chicago heated yet slightly windy city. I had on my black
tights, comfy off the shoulder hoody shirt, black work boots, and my I didn’t
bother to comb my hair, because I was just hear to work and not date cap on my
head, pretty much my Janet Jackson “Pleasure Principle “outfit. It was the
usual, hi sexy, your cute, what do you do request from men who could care less
about me as a person and more about nailing me in the back of their cars and
that was all good for me, I mean who doesn’t like positive reinforcement
regardless where its coming from or their true intentions. Their tacky lines
got them a smile, a giggle, and O stop, which to me was an appropriate form of
payment for their efforts. Then I stumbled onto this guy. 6ft tall, black, big
guy, total not the kind of guy I would go for. He had dreads down to the middle
of his back. He wasn’t goggle eyeing me or even really looking my way so when
he called me over I immediately assumed he was interested in the show we were
filming and not me. But he wasn’t, instead he said the most inappropriate
uncomfortable statement ever. He whispered in my ear “is all that in your pants
your” I immediately looked down, then up, and then around. Was what was on
every guy mind out here, was everyone looking at my crotch, I felt naked.
Embarrassed!! Like I need to go home and change and then and there my comfy
outfit turned into a desperate call for all me to flirt with my buff crotch!!!
Awwww!! I just wanted to die, but in the mist of my freak out, I could help but
notice that he said such an obscene comment but managed not to be rude or
disgusting actually he smiled and said “I was just curious”? His smile was
quite charming. He asked me for my number and I gave it to him. And this was
the start of my now smitten love saga that has me head over heels and crazy
about Mr. Big.
Weeks followed we
phone chatted, text, and conversed on all sorts of random subjects. As our
conversations grow deeper so did my interest in this fascinating free spirited family guy. He was
close to his family just like I was. He had this sense of adventure and danger
that struck my usually very careful, well thought out, never wanting to do
anything that’s too out of the box self. As we talked I grow more and more
interested.
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