Random Negro Stories File: No Paparazzi

Hey peoples! I'm back with yet another Random Negro Story. (When will these things end?) So Saturday night I went to this lounge to celebrate a friend's birthday. It was pretty cool. The party was in the VIP section so my friend and I kicked it up there drank a little, danced a lot and were having a really good time. All the guys there for the birthday party came with their gfs/wifeys so I went into the crowd in search of some unattached (or seemingly so) men and dragged my girl along with me.

So we're on the dance floor and I strike up a convo with this guy and start dancing with him when all of a sudden I see a flash. So I look around for the "club photographer" but he or she is not in the vicinity, but there is this guy, who we'll call The Cameraman, with a regular ass digital camera pointed in my direction. So I stop dancing with the guy for a moment and ask The Cameraman if he just took my picture. He said yes and shows me the picture. Thankfully I had turned my head and all he got was my hair.

I don't understand people who take random pictures of people at the club. I mean it would have been one thing if he talked to me or danced with me before trying to take my picture. But to just point and shoot without even having acknowledged my presence--that's crazy. And even after he showed me the picture he didn't attempt to strike up any conversation. He just wanted my picture. For what? I don't even want to think about it. Club photos are fine when you want to remember/realize what that guy/girl you were grinding all up on really looked like after the aaaa...aaa...aa....aaa....aaaaacohol--as Jamie would say has worn off.

But clearly that was not the case here. He was probably going to have my likeness plastered all over the Internet somewhere. Sure he probably thought I was attractive, but I am not a public figure or celebrity. (Although I'm on my way! Ya girl was on MSNBC last week doing the pundit thing about the Madoff ponzi scheme! Still can't find the clip though *sad face*) You don't get to just take pictures of me without my consent or at the very least my awareness. (Dang, at least give me a chance to flash my million dollar smile) There must be some rules on this. I need to check with my local Congressman about that.

But back to the story. I went back to dancing with other guy, and I look up and The Cameraman is again trying to take my picture. So I put my hand up to block my face. So I turn to the guy I was dancing and I'm like why is he trying to take my picture? He says to me, "That's what you call a fan." And I'm all like but I'm dancing with you. And he says well he likes what he sees and I can't say that I blame him. Way to sneak a compliment in. I did end up giving that guy my number and he sent me a text at 3 a.m. asking where I live. I didn't get the text until Sunday morning, but it matters not anyway. I'm done with the random hookups. 2009 is a new year! Yay me!

In other news, No Love in '08, sent me a text the other day so I ask him how his wedding plans are going and he said "They're not yet. she has some issues to work on before that happens." A minute later he adds "Minor adjustments." I write back "minor adjustments?" He says "yep" and doesn't elaborate. He asks me about my love life and I say I'm dating and weighing my options. Then I ask him how he decided to take the plunge, but that question got no response.

The whole thing sounds weird to me. First, why are you texting me? We are not friends. I never wanted to just be your friend, so I don't understand this out of the blue texting. When I get engaged, the last thing I'm gonna to be doing is texting some dude it didn't work out with. For what? I'm going to be too wrapped up in my boo to be worried about catching up with that whack guy--and I'm going to be even less concerned about the state of his love life.

Second, shouldn't the "minor adjustments" have been worked out before you decided to propose? I'm pretty sure whatever it was didn't just pop up after he showed up with a ring. The only minor adjustments I want to have to make after I get engaged are cosmetic. Like how much weight do I have to lose to get into the wedding dress of my dreams type stuff.

I do wonder why he decided not to answer my question about how he decided to take the plunge. I wonder if it means that he really doesn't have an answer. Or maybe he just feels like he doesn't have to explain himself to me. The world may never know.

Weekend in Review: Pity Party for One.

Okay. Okay. People don’t kill me. I know I was supposed to update you from Inauguration weekend, but I was having a pity party moment. Now that I’m up to sharing here we go:

NFL’s visit was less than stellar. Way less. Sunday night was the only time we had free to hang and I had planned to take him to my friend’s inauguration house party. The party was really great, featuring this bomb ass sangria and friends I haven’t seen in a hot minute! The plan (or so I thought) was to kick it there for an hour or so (since I had already been kicking it there for a while) and then go chill at my place. After we left the party I asked him what he wanted to do next and he said go home, so that’s where I took him—back to his brother’s house. The ride there was painstaking. He wasn’t really talking and it felt like there was some weird tension in the air. We’ve gmailed since then and he maintains that he was just tired. Thus far there aren’t any prospects for any future hangouts.

Then I find out on Myspace (and cross referenced on Facebook) that No Love in ’08 is engaged. Funny. Well not really. I’m like you didn’t even want to be in a relationship last year and now you’re engaged?!? It bothers me, but I really should have known all along that it was just me that he didn’t want to be in a relationship with. I really feel like no matter the circumstances in your life, if you really (and I do mean really) want to be with someone you’ll make it happen.

I went on this “date” on Thursday, in a piss poor attempt to get myself unhooked from NFL’s magical spell. It sooooo did not work. I ended up walking away wondering if dude was gay. Yea, yea I know that it’s probably an unfair assessment to make—because it’s based only on his fascination with baking and a moment in the date where he picked up his phone saying he was going to call his mother and blame her for his quirks—but hell that’s how I felt.

I had another lunch date with The Staffer on Friday. He’s cool peoples but I can’t tell what his deal is. I guess he just wants a lunch buddy, but he paid again. I’m so confused. There should be some rules on this like there are with Congressional lobbying. I’ll get my local Congressman on that ASAP.

This cop I was talking to a while back (Mr. Officer) hit me up on yahoo the other day. I broke things off with him because I was starting to like him and I couldn’t really accept the fact that he has three kids—two baby mamas. Anyway his IM is all about how he misses being around me. I tell him I’m not trying to lead him on and that we could only be friends. He, for whatever reason, agrees and says he wants to hang out. For some strange reason (cough cough loneliness cough cough) I agree. He ends up going MIA and snap out of my moment of weakness and realize why I had cut things off with him in the first place.

Y’all remember Friendship and Fun from my most recent “Take 'em Back Tuesday” post? Well he finally reached out to me to apologize for the situation with the mutual Internet friend-girl. He writes to me, and I quote: “i care for you and love you... and am thankful that you were so cool and we had good communication u know” He later adds, “i miss you.” Interesting.

In other news, I spent most of this weekend with family. Saturday night I took an impromptu mall trip with my sister and I spent 80 percent of today celebrating my niece’s christening. It was really nice, but it kinda made me sad. Had me thinking about when it would be my turn for all that. (Not that I’m in any way remotely ready to have a child. I just want a boyfriend.) But as you can see from my above Random Negro tales it’s not about to happen any time soon.

I pray next week is better.