I called Time Out, but was I sure?
I hadn’t seen him. I was drowning in work. Day and night, no time for anything other than the money that was fueling me. But it had been awhile since I’d went out for leisure. So I went out with my girl in tow.
It was a dry night but one of The Bay’s best DJ’s was spinning so it was worth it. And for the first time in a long time we made it to the venue EARLY. Unbelieveable. I guess in my absence of clubbing chicks decided to stepped their clothing game up- I wasn’t impressed. Lol. There was a nice mix of ages and ethnicities, surprisingly. My girl and I stopped at the bar, another over look of the crowd and I knew I would be needing a drink or 2 … or 3. Amaretto!, Amaretto! And before I knew it I was there. My drinking isnt what it use to be, shout out to the light-weights. Lol.
The club is filling and the jams are playing, I look over and unexpectedly see Him. We embraced it was strong but not lust driven like they use to be. And of course he was with a slew of people, many who I knew. We all hugged and chatted for a bit before we dispersed. My girl & I stood on a small platform and looked over the crowd. Though a plethora of room, chicks always want to cuddle up on any box. Not a good look. Dirty looks exchanged we bounced to VIP, as does most of the club.
Junior Reed (Dylan Dylan, Dylan Dylan) showed face, though 98% didnt give him the time of day. Tipsy, dancing on the sofa I saw him. We caught eyes a few times but the spark wasnt there. We were situated in the same area around the same people, but he didn’t engage me. There was no sneaking off, no secret kisses, no accidental groping- NOTHING. It was fair to say I didn’t appreciate it.
Club ended and I have Junior Reed in my ear…
”I like the way ya dance gal. I wan you and ya friend come fa mi hotel afta dis”
Uh… *blank stare* I smile and say I’ll ask my friend. But what makes you think because you gave me hennessy all night that I’m going to the room with you? I’m trying to dodge the rasta and my girls is drunk talking to his ass. A few times in the VIP we ended up next to each other and as soon as he noticed he’d move somewhere else. Was he avoiding me ? Making our way to the front we hugged goodbye. He found me, and hugged me- no church pat. That was better, kinda. He turned around and grabbed the hand of a chick waiting. It all made sense. Lol. I catch one of my male bestfriends at the door and we stand outside and talk.
“Where’s He?”
Everybody is asking, where He is. And slightly salted I tell them he was with a chick. They ask who, I dsescribe her with no shade. They start to go in!!
Longer story short, the chicks a groupie! LMAO. Does what she needs to get in free. I guess one can only chase so long, especially if they feel they’re running in place. But it is a game, right? Don’t step onthe court if you’re notready to play.
If I told you once, I told you twice. QB throw the booty, like a groupie for mo’ ice.