My Onion

A summer day in Chicago at a convention sponsored by Essence Magazine,  I met my most memorable summer love.  I was wearing a fitted long summer dress speaking with a girl-friend, when I was suddenly approached by a guy who commented.... "Hey, I like your onion"....  "My onion?",  I replied...

And by 'onion' he was referring to my buttocks...
Yep! And with that comment, our beautiful summer love began.

TMI

I met this guy @ a traffic light of all places in College Park, GA. Totally my type…tall, dark chocalate, husky with an awesome smile; a great personality, and rugged. We had a great short conversation, which prompted me to go out with him.

Why did I invite him to pick me up at my house????

First of all, it’s January and quite cold outside. I’m dressed wearing black jeans, black boots, a turtle neck sweater, hat and leather coat. He shows up wearing a short-sleeved polo shirt and baggy jeans. And it was quite obviouss that he hit the ganga HARD before coming over to my place.

The very first thing that came out of his mouth once he arrived at the door was “May I use your bathroom, because I just had Taco Bell and it always fucks up my stomach” TMI

He then proceeded to relieve himself in my guest bathroom quite noisily. Next thing I know, I hear the shower turn on, then the bathroom door cracks open; he peers out of the door and asks for another roll of tissue, and matches.

Again TMI.

Timing

He arrived very late, and left very early.
(work related)....mmmmmhmmmmm...

Baby Baby Baby

Here I am, new to LA. Open and willing to try new things, including dating. Yep, dating. And my first date in LA was very wacky.

This guy, who will remain anonymous, proceeded to call me baby countless number of times on the phone and on the date. Whatever possesed me to give him my phone number, who knows? I did.

We decided to meet on a Tues evening for dinner. Being that I'm new to LA, I was open to any suggestions he had. He picked the place. A Mexican resturant, which he proceeded to tell me once I arrived, that he doesn't really like Mexican food. Hello....you picked the resturant?!?
Whatever! While we were eating, he was doing most of the talking. He spoke of the workout he had earlier and how is legs were killing him and why this Mexican resturant was the it place to be in LA all while he continuously called me "baby".

I noticed whenever I spoke about anything of relevance, he checked out...to where, who knows; however, when I made the conversation about him, he loved it. I said " you look familiar to me" he mentioned he was once on a reality television show (yipee). "No" I said, "That's not it".

Finally, the check arrived. He asked "Do you want to come over, I have all the movie channels?" to which I replied "So do I, so no thank you". As we were leaving the table he said "Let me hug you, I want to feel your body"... WHAT!!!?? Did I hear what I thought I heard?

He walked me to my car, and said "Are you just afraid to come over to my place because of what might happen?" to which I replied "Yea, that's it!!! goodnight".

My first date in LA....welcome to LA.