Saturday night, I decided to venture out with some homies to this little spot out near Midtown.  I knew it was more of a chill vibe, so I elected to go super casual.  No Polo, no plaid pants, no bowties, just straight sneakers, t-shirt, and fitted hat.  I looked nice of course, but still clearly not my usual get-up.
We're all chillin' and drinking having a great time.  There weren't a lot of bad chicks in there, but there was more than a handful.  I'm not much of a dancer, so I typically post at the bar or chill out on a couch or something.  My homeboy and I are just chillin' at the bar ordering drinks.  I yell out to the bartender to get me a Patron and pineapple juice.  Some grassy knoller dude overhears my drink order.  "I ain't never had that before.....how is it?"  I reply that it's good and that he should give it a shot.  Conversation over right? WRONG!  He gets his drink and comes over to tell me how much he likes it.  He clinks my glass and says cheers.  By now I realize that I am in the middle of a potential holla.  Oy vey.
We were near Midtown, so I thought okay maybe this kat is a little ghey.  I take my hat off to show my face just to show him I'm a chick.  Didn't matter, he's still talking to me.  I finally get a break when his liquor decides to run through him and he makes a dash to the restroom.  My homeboy and I move around.  By this time, this little young chick is dancing in front of me.  It was a small club, but she had more than enough room to not be backing it up all on me.  I chuckled because I thought it was cute.
"Why aren't you on the dance floor?" a voice rang out.  It was the bar guy......AGAIN!  He kept hinting around dancing.  I know he wants to dance with me but I kept playing dumb.  My homie and her girlfriend spotted my trapping from across the room.  My homie starts dancing with my homeboy and her girlfriend starts dancing near me.  I guess dude figured out what time it was and fell back.
I'm not one of those lesbians who get offended when a guy tries to  holla.  I was a bit perplexed on Saturday because usually when a guy  tries to get at me, I'm wearing something that could be "girly" e.g. a  Polo shirt and some jeans.  Au contraire that night.  Now I know a lot of dudes use the "poo at the wall" holla method.  Meaning a guy will holla at 20 chicks in one night and just by law of averages, at least one will go for it.  I just wish *cute* femmes were more like that.  Peace.
Worth mentioning bonus cut:  I saw C yesterday.  She's gone natural and looks amazing.  #lesigh Be cool, Ice Cold.
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