Wheeler is Coming to Baltimore....Let's see if this weekend can turn into everything I imagine it can be....
If I were a betting man, I would bet that 49's likely to happen this weekend. I'll see you guys on the other end of this blog, look to Monday.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
For Once, the Majority
"I want to tell you a secret I think about you"
"Oh really, whats that?"
"I think you're a Diva!"
If you haven't figured it out, my speech is in bold. The other comes from a girl I met last night while at a party in Annapolis. And to the post.
So I told you guys in my earlier post that I was heading to a party in Annapolis this weekend where I figured that there would be a chance for 49. Well there was no 49 involved but I still had a good time. You guys know that I don't really hang out with a lot of Black people. It wasn't always my choice, at a very young age my parents made sure that they sent us to predominately white school as to make sure we had as little "bad influence" from the kids we lived around as possible. I actually grew up in the City, but almost always went to school out in Baltimore County (The suburbs for people who don't know) because like I said my mom wanted nothing to do with kids who wore their pants around their ankles. Needless to say I grew up having very limited "Black tendencies" and people often referred to me (In the Black community of course) as an Oreo or many other names of that type. I mean I never really minded, I would always come up with some sly response that made them see how much better educated than them I was and they would eventually move on.
Around middle school my mom kinda abandoned this practice, or rather I guess they just let me make more decisions because I started hanging out with more neighborhood kids. And yes that means Black kids. I was still known as the smart guy of the group but they actually started to respect me because well I always found ways to keep us out of trouble and from getting caught from all sorts of various not totally legal behaviors.
That continued through highschool with me now being apart of two groups of friends, my smart white friends in school, and then a couple neighborhood black friends. Eventually I decided to go to school in Michigan, where once again I spent almost all my time with White friends and so forth. let's just put it this way, if I had joined a frat, it would not have been one of the black frats....as much as I like steppin and all I just don't think I would have.
So fast forward to last night. Tasha is a friend of a friend of a friend, and her dad was having this huge party at his ridiculously nice house. The only thing is that Tasha is Black, and so of course is her dad and then so were ALL his friends. This was cool for two reasons, 1 because I was finally in the majority of a party I was attending, and 2 because 2 of my friends were white and on many occasions said "so this is what it must feel like" referring to being the only ones of a certain race present. Ha it was pretty funny but also an amazing time because everyone was older than us. There must have been a handful of people in their 20s there, everyone else was greater than. At some point in the night two more of Tasha's friends came over and one of them was white. I dunno what it is about a white girl showing up at a black party but all the guys generally love them. So this was def the case last night, where this particular girl garnered the attention of every 20 something guy there.
This girl in question is the one who has that wonderful quote to start this blog. A long time ago I wrote about a dance called the "Wobble" It seems like my previous learning of the dance came into play here because the DJ chose this song as his final request of the night. (Yes there was a DJ, and a Live Band, and all sorts of "I'm rich" things going on). So of course being the phenomenal dancer I am, I decide to get in the middle of everyone and have a good time (Think Rick's stage ala Cupid Shuffle, or Walk it out, or Dougie). Well at no surprise to myself, I attract the attention of the white girl (I feel weird referring to her as that so let's call her M) and she comes up and starts dancing with me. Well actually she first asked me to teach her the dance, so I did and then she proceeded to do the dance while holding around my waste and pretty much touching me like she knew me. So naturally my normal thought pattern is "I got this in the bag," M is a really cute girl, in the face, which is what I really like. Her body was good but nothing terribly special, I guess if it had been I might have approached things differently. In any case We flirt it up and I start making my move in to say "hello." It was then that the totally unexpected happened. She leaned over, and whispered into my ear the beginning quote, I don't remember exactly the format but I remember as plain as day the resounding DIVA that came out of her mouth. Now Diva really has two connotations. BOTH of which refer to feminine characteristics. The negative DIVA is like a high maintenance I need attention doing too much kind of girl. This is not what she meant. The positive connotation is the Aretha Franklin, R-E-S-P-E-C-T you go get it girl kind of Diva, and this IS what she meant. I'll tell you what, it was at this point that my entire grasp on the whole situation came crashing down....
Finally my perception of all the earlier "flirting" events made sense, she wasn't flirting, she was just overly comfortable with me because she thought I was gay. The body rubbing, the butt dancing, I guess it wasn't too much of a surprise. You guys know How I dance, I like to challenge girls to a "How Low" contest, and booty shaking contest, and I finally realized that if you're meeting me for the first time, how could you not think that haha. I feel like Vince Vaughn in wedding crashers, I sabotaged myself on the dance floor. I've been hit on by many a gay guy before, no big deal, kinda a compliment depending on the guy, but never really have a had a girl think that about me, now I know what Wheeler must feel like sometimes haha.
Moral of the story, I just thought it was more funny than anything, and I suppose that I should make sure I don't bring out that kind of dance moves until i've already established my heterosexuality to a girl ha, because really it can swing either way. All in all a great night, my Wobble is on point, and I learned that you CAN teach uncoordinated people how to dance, its just that more enjoyable to watch them.
How about them Lions?
"Oh really, whats that?"
"I think you're a Diva!"
If you haven't figured it out, my speech is in bold. The other comes from a girl I met last night while at a party in Annapolis. And to the post.
So I told you guys in my earlier post that I was heading to a party in Annapolis this weekend where I figured that there would be a chance for 49. Well there was no 49 involved but I still had a good time. You guys know that I don't really hang out with a lot of Black people. It wasn't always my choice, at a very young age my parents made sure that they sent us to predominately white school as to make sure we had as little "bad influence" from the kids we lived around as possible. I actually grew up in the City, but almost always went to school out in Baltimore County (The suburbs for people who don't know) because like I said my mom wanted nothing to do with kids who wore their pants around their ankles. Needless to say I grew up having very limited "Black tendencies" and people often referred to me (In the Black community of course) as an Oreo or many other names of that type. I mean I never really minded, I would always come up with some sly response that made them see how much better educated than them I was and they would eventually move on.
Around middle school my mom kinda abandoned this practice, or rather I guess they just let me make more decisions because I started hanging out with more neighborhood kids. And yes that means Black kids. I was still known as the smart guy of the group but they actually started to respect me because well I always found ways to keep us out of trouble and from getting caught from all sorts of various not totally legal behaviors.
That continued through highschool with me now being apart of two groups of friends, my smart white friends in school, and then a couple neighborhood black friends. Eventually I decided to go to school in Michigan, where once again I spent almost all my time with White friends and so forth. let's just put it this way, if I had joined a frat, it would not have been one of the black frats....as much as I like steppin and all I just don't think I would have.
So fast forward to last night. Tasha is a friend of a friend of a friend, and her dad was having this huge party at his ridiculously nice house. The only thing is that Tasha is Black, and so of course is her dad and then so were ALL his friends. This was cool for two reasons, 1 because I was finally in the majority of a party I was attending, and 2 because 2 of my friends were white and on many occasions said "so this is what it must feel like" referring to being the only ones of a certain race present. Ha it was pretty funny but also an amazing time because everyone was older than us. There must have been a handful of people in their 20s there, everyone else was greater than. At some point in the night two more of Tasha's friends came over and one of them was white. I dunno what it is about a white girl showing up at a black party but all the guys generally love them. So this was def the case last night, where this particular girl garnered the attention of every 20 something guy there.
This girl in question is the one who has that wonderful quote to start this blog. A long time ago I wrote about a dance called the "Wobble" It seems like my previous learning of the dance came into play here because the DJ chose this song as his final request of the night. (Yes there was a DJ, and a Live Band, and all sorts of "I'm rich" things going on). So of course being the phenomenal dancer I am, I decide to get in the middle of everyone and have a good time (Think Rick's stage ala Cupid Shuffle, or Walk it out, or Dougie). Well at no surprise to myself, I attract the attention of the white girl (I feel weird referring to her as that so let's call her M) and she comes up and starts dancing with me. Well actually she first asked me to teach her the dance, so I did and then she proceeded to do the dance while holding around my waste and pretty much touching me like she knew me. So naturally my normal thought pattern is "I got this in the bag," M is a really cute girl, in the face, which is what I really like. Her body was good but nothing terribly special, I guess if it had been I might have approached things differently. In any case We flirt it up and I start making my move in to say "hello." It was then that the totally unexpected happened. She leaned over, and whispered into my ear the beginning quote, I don't remember exactly the format but I remember as plain as day the resounding DIVA that came out of her mouth. Now Diva really has two connotations. BOTH of which refer to feminine characteristics. The negative DIVA is like a high maintenance I need attention doing too much kind of girl. This is not what she meant. The positive connotation is the Aretha Franklin, R-E-S-P-E-C-T you go get it girl kind of Diva, and this IS what she meant. I'll tell you what, it was at this point that my entire grasp on the whole situation came crashing down....
Finally my perception of all the earlier "flirting" events made sense, she wasn't flirting, she was just overly comfortable with me because she thought I was gay. The body rubbing, the butt dancing, I guess it wasn't too much of a surprise. You guys know How I dance, I like to challenge girls to a "How Low" contest, and booty shaking contest, and I finally realized that if you're meeting me for the first time, how could you not think that haha. I feel like Vince Vaughn in wedding crashers, I sabotaged myself on the dance floor. I've been hit on by many a gay guy before, no big deal, kinda a compliment depending on the guy, but never really have a had a girl think that about me, now I know what Wheeler must feel like sometimes haha.
Moral of the story, I just thought it was more funny than anything, and I suppose that I should make sure I don't bring out that kind of dance moves until i've already established my heterosexuality to a girl ha, because really it can swing either way. All in all a great night, my Wobble is on point, and I learned that you CAN teach uncoordinated people how to dance, its just that more enjoyable to watch them.
How about them Lions?
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