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Friday, September 05, 2003
Low Riding In Red Cars 

After the whole " Busta No Rhymes" incident I decide to dance with this Bastard who bums a cigarette off of me. We start to dance and who do I see, dancing by himself... none other than "El Diablo Bastard". I'm feeling confident or maybe I was just feeling the two Mandarin and Tonics and Red Stripe that I had. I'm also feeling like the fact that he didn't give me his number was a freak of nature (Hey I have been turned down before... but not when I knew that someone was digging me).

So I ditch the Bastard I'm dancing with and slide up to "El Diablo Bastard". We start dancing and we dance non-stop for an hour. I'm thinking "I've got this one wrapped up". And not just because we were definitely insync, but because that hard thing pressed against on my butt confirmed it. But I'm still reeling from the fact that he didn't even ask for my number.

I look at him and ask "Why are you messing with me?" He responds with a coy smile. I ask again and he says "Let's get out of here.". We head to his Red Truck (No gun rack included - this is Atlanta) and I tell him, "Look I know you're feeling me, there's no future in the fronting." (Ok... maybe I didn't say the " future in the fronting" part - I just always wanted to say that.) He flat out tells me that he is NOT feeling me.

We get in the truck and I tell him, I don't believe him. He reiterates again that he is not feeling me, and tells me that I'm a Prima Donna who once they get what they want, they don't want it anymore, that it's obvoius that I'm a softie even though I act hardcore. (He speaks the truth!)

He even tells me that he's gonna name me Soft Serve because of how much of a softie I am. (Nicknaming me already are we...) We chat in his truck for about two hours... funny with every half hour he keeps inching closer to me.. not feeling me huh! I don't believe him for a second. And I knew I was right when he kissed me good night.

I always get my Bastard

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