The networking diva...
Yo, my dating life has been pretty pitiful for the past few months. But during June 1st to June 9th, there seemed to be a ray of sunshine in my oh-so boring love life. I, Michelle, was getting some serious attention from the fellas. Yep, I was flattered, but something felt odd. I seriously felt like that guy, Jamie Kennedy (from the "Jamie Kennedy Experiment" - a hidden camera type of show), was going to jump out from some bushes and tell me that it was all a joke, and that no man would ever want me.
Luckily that didn't happen.
As I was saying, for eight days straight I was getting noticed, but it wasn't until June 6th that I began to feel like a contestant on that cheesy, soft-porn show, "Elimidate." (On my days off, I will watch the show.)
I went to a networking function with a friend, and we started to mingle with a few people. Unlike some, I was really trying to network, and not tryin' to get my freak on. I did, however, approach someone who I thought looked familiar. He told me that his name was Phil* and he informed me that he has never seen me before in his whole life. My friend and I chatted with him for a few minutes, and then we took off to try our luck with some other people. I wanted to network, but the crowd was seriously a little too boring for me.
My friend and I wandered back to Phil and he proceeded to joke around and make me laugh and laugh. I felt like I was hanging out with one of my boyz. Then, a very artsy, quiet, shy guy (I'll call him Poet Guy) walked by and shoved a few business cards in our faces. He attempted to walk away, but we questioned him on what he does for a living. He said he was a writer and that he specialized in poetry (hence the pseudo-name). Poet Guy then asked if he could recite one to us. I screamed yes, and he began his performance.
He hit us off with some seductive, sexy words that danced off his tongue. I started to swoon. Brothaman can write! He noticed my reaction and asked to recite another one to me. I said sure, but he took off to do something - I wish I knew what, but the man came back a few minutes later.
When he read his second poem, he looked right at me. I loved the attention. I wasn't necessarily feelin' the vibes, but I thought it was sweet.
So, Phil, Poet Guy, my friend and I decided to lounge on one of those big comfy couches. Phil was trying to win my heart with his jokes, and Poet Guy was trying to caress my soul with his conscious thoughts. I couldn't help but laugh. What the hell? What is up with these men?? Oh well, back to the story...
So, if you've seen "Elimidate," you know that the contestants always wind up getting sweaty on the dance floor. I told Phil and Poet Guy that I really wanted to dance. We went down to the first floor and proceeded to get our dance on. Well, Poet Guy wasn't really dancing as much as he was standing in the middle of the dance floor and "feeling" the music. I swear the man looked like he was channeling some spirits.
Phil and I danced. It was cool. He didn't get too close to me. I appreciated that. I hate it when complete strangers grind their nasty bodies on me.
Then it looked like Poet Guy got his second wind when he heard some old skool tracks. I couldn't help it either. We started dancing together, and Phil started to dance with my friend.
Towards the end of the night, Phil looked like he would be the victor. He was cool to talk to and was definitely a very funny brotha. Poet Guy just mumbled to himself and spouted things that just didn't make sense. So Phil and I danced some more until I looked over and realized that my friend was ready to go.
I told him that I had to leave. We said good-bye and then he pulled me over and gave me the world's biggest hug. It felt really nice.
Although that night was sooo much fun, I wasn't really getting those feelings that you get when you really want to get to know someone. Poet Guy was just too damn quiet, and being with Phil made me feel like I was hanging out with an old friend. There just were no sparks.
Well, don't get me wrong, the night was fun, and I found it amusing that these two men were competing for my affection. Maybe they were drunk? Maybe I was drunk? Maybe I was thinking about someone else? Oh well. ¤ Michelle
To be continued...