Salacious...sex...or imagination

I met this "adorable" guy on Saturday night. OK, wait a minute! Let me back up a second!!! I am mad as hell at myself for starting my first blog on Onsugar...talking about some dude!!!!
Necessary Note: In 2009, I will think about myself first...and any dude who gets into my space will remain in the "some dude" category until I think he is good enough to meet my mother!!!!!!! (yea...lets see how long that lasts)
Beginning Again:
So my girls and I had an all out LADIES night this weekend. We went to the First Saturdays party at the Brooklyn Museum. This has to be one of the hottest scenes I have found in a while. There were all kind of people at this spot. Hip hop heads, punk junkies, The MBA-stamped wall street walkers, wallflowers, flower-children, and all the other inhabitants of BK you can imagine. The guys were for the most part (I think I am allowed to mention them now...its been a few minutes...lol) were really good looking! That was an impressive fact all on its own. The females were steppin' out in true Brooklyn-style (flats and flirty tops) and everybody seemed ready to take in all of the hype! It was an interesting scene. You can walk around a view all of the exhibits, listen to a live jazz band downstairs or head up to the upper floor for beer and wine and a live DJ.
Of course, I had to take all of this in in the first 15 (and last 15) minutes because I was LATE. My homegirl came to pick me up and cart me off to what I was claiming was going to be the hottest party of the year (so far)..but when she got there I wasn't ready!!! It wasn't my fault either! How the hell are you supposed to dress for a party that caters to everyone???! Exclusivity makes things easier. The "no tims and jeans", or "no hats, or "only heels" rules in clubs...at least give us partyheads some guidance. Geez. LOL.

So anywayzzzz..we got there at about 10:45 pm, and at 11pm they shut the doors and in one foul swoop, got the enitre crowd out of the front door! So when we were takin gour leave and "catchng the sites"...well that was when I met the "Adorable guy" and his friend "the dred". They seemed cool and joined us on our quest to find the "real" after-party for this place (b/c there were like 29 after-parties for this party). We stopped at Abigail's (This bar is named Abigail..but I don't like the sound of it without the 's) on Classon Ave. We had a just-enough-to-get-u-toasted bottle of wine.

Necessary Note: this guy friend of mine told me that "Real Men don't drink wine"...and I don't know how I feel about that statement. I mean, am I supossed to only talk to guys who want to swallow liters of hennessey???

After Abigail's we headed to Fulton Street and hit Autour du Monde..for the after party. So "Adorable guy" finally takes his over-the-top-UsherRaymond-fitted-cap-and-shades off and I have a tipsy discovery.....WOW, he really is cute! And then we start dancing in the hot and sweaty basement-party-like atmoshpere...and the drinks start to flow. I forget all about "Adorable Guy" and my girls and I jump from guy to to guy (looking for that one good "grind-superstar" of the night) taking pictures halfway through. Then it happens, we all get our first prize dancers...exchange numbers (or just take the number) and hit the streets...leaving them behind. If we wake up and remember their names...they may get a call..but probably not!

As for the party and the after-party...4 Brownie points...we will see you there again in May!!!

And so...the search begins....I am looking for that ALIEN Boy...the one with manners, who walks on the right side of the sidewalk, 6' and up, a mini-potbelly, thunder between his thighs, lips you would kill-to-kiss, no baby-mama drama and a face thats cute without shades..or a hat...oh and yea, A JOB!

If I find him...and don't like him...I'll post him...maybe he's your type and not mine..I learned how to share in Kindergarten...and still sharin, ladies...they do it to us...let's turn the tables on these mofo's!