Angelena's Forecast - Sunny Skies

Sunny%20Skies.jpg

Last week I met up with Tony Pierce and some of his friends at the best Downtown bar to catch up and have some drinks. After talk about pimps blogging in Compton and strippers getting fondled in Canada, Tony turned to me and asked, “So you been writing about any guys lately?”

“Nah man, I’m not dating anyone so there’s nothing to tell,” I answered. Tony replied, “I don’t believe it. You’re hot.” Well, even attractive girls have problems sometimes.

I told him about the last guy I had hooked up with, my girl friend’s best guy friend. I explained that nothing went past 3rd base because I didn’t want to screw up friendships and have anything end on bad terms. If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that you should absolutely not have casual sexual relationships with friends. No matter what, things always get fucked up.

“Was it at least any good?” Tony inquired. I shrugged my shoulders, “I’ve had better.”

Then, Tony began to go over reasons why I wasn’t getting any action. He suggested that perhaps I was hanging out in the wrong places, or with the wrong people and that I needed to open up my horizons. I told him it wasn’t a problem meeting men I was attracted to; it’s just that they weren’t asking me out. As discussed before, I’d give a guy the eye, but there would be no follow through. Tony’s friend, the out of towner with the Jack Spade bag, chimed in and began to explain how all guys are truly afraid of rejection. And "most of the time we just just think the girl has a boyfriend." It isn’t enough to make eye contact and stare. A girl must really put forth a sign, like flashing a smile, to make a guy go over and talk to her.

At this point I simultaneously realized that I don’t smile enough and I had developed a crush on Jack Spade. Weird, huh? Jack just looked so sweet as he talked while holding his glasses in his hands. The fact that he had an adorable face didn’t hurt either.

So after our talk and the eventual parting of ways, I resolved to have Tony hook me up with Jack. And like Chuck Woolery, Tony did. Seven emails later, Jack Spade and I have a date for later this week and I’m totally stoked. I hope we get along and everything goes well. More than anything, I hope we make-out for a long time…on the couch or in my bed. Either way, this is bound to be fun.

Stay tuned.

Photo by perfect_hexagon via Flickr