A night with the girls

Caegory: Friends
A couple of evenings ago I went to one of my favorite bars in town. It's called The Twisted Spoke. The reason why I enjoy this establishment is because of the cheap drinks. It's one particular cheap drink that this bar specializes in and that would be Jim Beam on tap. You heard me correctly. Beam on tap. This means that a Whiskey and Coke will only cost your $2.00. You can't beat that with a stick. The other thing that is lovely about this bar is how close it is to where my bed resides. Which I can tell you after an evening of Whiskey and Cokes is very nice indeed.

Anyways Saturday night I, my roommate and my heterosexual life partner were granting the bar with our presence when the subject of men came up. As I'm sure it would. I confessed my hesitation in getting too emotionally involved with S. And one of my girls made a really astute observation. She mentioned the fact that no matter what, I have always come out on top when it comes to relationships.

Now that doesn't mean that I haven't been hurt or disappointed, just that I haven't met the man yet that can break my spirit. In fact many of the guys that I've been involved with I've remained friends with. Or at least keep in touch with.

I realized that she's right. S may not be the guy for me. In fact I'm pretty sure he's not. We’ll probably have a good run together since he is a really good guy and I'm glad that he's in my life. But no matter what happens I know that in the end I'll come out alright.

It helps that I've got women in my life like the two I was out drinking with on Saturday. When I was in my teens I really didn't appreciate the company of women. Of course at that point they weren't women they were girls. But I felt that most females were petty and manipulative. I feel so blessed to have met the women that I know now. I don't think I'd be able to survive without them.

It's funny how a couple of drinks out with the girls can totally help you get perspective on things.    

Exhibitionist...sorta

Category: Just for fun
I'm supposed to be updating my cue sheets for the show I'm working on, but I'm really not interested in doing that right now. I'm sure I'll get up the interest to do it before I go to bed, but not right now. Instead I'm going to write a little something in my blog.

I've decided that maybe blogging isn't such a bad thing. It feels very therapeutic. Granted I don't think anyone is actually reading what I'm writing, but just the possibility is kinda exciting...almost like being an exhibitionist. Honestly it does take a lot of guts to actually put your thoughts and feelings out there for anyone to read.

Those of you that know me know that I am a bit of an exhibitionist. It all started when I went on vacation to New Orleans with a bunch of college friends. My excuse is that I wanted to earn some beads. Now in retrospect that does seem kinda silly to flash my "ta-ta's" for all to see. I have to admit that I did get a taste for it and now I don't mind so much flashing friends. They appreciate it too and we're all happy in the end. Of course "the girls" only come out in the warm weather. I'm not so much of an exhibitionist that I'd bring them out in the middle of a Chicago winter. That would just be crazy.

I do wonder though if maybe I give my neighbors a show though. I live on the third floor of an apartment building and have two windows in my bedroom. One facing south and the other facing west. For those of you that live in a big city you know that buildings can be set fairly close together. Luckily both of the buildings that are close to mine are across the street from each other, but there are windows on the same level as my bedroom. I like to keep the blinds open so that the sun shines in and I'm too lazy to close them when I get out of the shower. So inevitably there has to be some point in my day when someone is looking out of their window and sees me. I'm not terribly concerned though. I do think I'm a fairly attractive woman. I figure if they want a show then they're more than welcome. Hopefully it brightens their day a little. I also figure that if they're unhappy with me displaying my body then they'll make it known to me. I've lived here 8 months and haven't heard a complaint yet so I guess I'm okay.

All I ask is if there is someone out there who is incensed by a little black girl changing in her bedroom that they would let me know. I'll be more than happy to close the blinds when I change. I do try to be a good neighbor after all.    

Sitting by the phone

Category: Romance/Dating
It's sorta late and yet I'm reluctant to go to bed. Even though after the Fourth of July holiday weekend that I experienced I'm sure I can use all the sleep that I can get. In all honesty I'm keeping myself awake because I'm hoping for a phone call from Sean. I did call him as I left work this evening and left a message for him. That was several hours ago now. So I guess I can assume that I will not receive a phone call from him this evening which upsets me a little.

Normally I'm not a phone talker. I just don't have the inclination to sit on the phone for several hours and ramble on about things. I save that for my electronic diary, in which few, if any people will actually read. But for some reason I really look forward to his phone calls. I don't mind talking to him about my daily activities. It reminds me a little of middle school when with your first "boyfriend" (in my case it was high school, but that's neither here or there) when you would stay on the phone for hours talking about who knows what. And when your parents confronted you about the amount of time you spent on the phone you really have no idea why you were on the phone for so long. You just know that you enjoyed yourself and you felt good when it was over. And a little unhappy that it had to end. That's how I feel when I talk to him.

He's a really good guy. Over the last few weeks I've discovered that I actually do like him quite a bit. It's not just a physical attraction. He's a person that stimulates me mentally and emotionally as well as physically. I haven't come across that in a real long time. I like it a lot. It makes me realize that he's someone that I can truly trust with my emotions and what not. A little scary, but exciting as well.

So of course I'm a little unhappy that I don't get to talk to him tonight. Oh well. Knowing his propensity for super late night calls my phone just may ring after all. Of course I'll be half asleep and birds will be singing outside my window. That's the thing though I don't mind that. It actually puts a smile on my face. It makes me feel maybe I'm one of the last things he thinks about before his head hits the pillow. Or maybe he's just looking for a booty call. Either way it does put a smile on my face when I see that it's him that's calling me.

Oh well...My eyes are starting to droop. I think I'll wander off to the land of nod. I'm sure I'll hear from him eventually.