R E J E C T E D.
I know you must be wondering why I am posting a blog at damn near 5am in the morning.
No, I am not drunk or high.
I am not crying in my hands listening to Mary J Blige.
Well I should be…
Tonight a Fox got rejected by a football player…
… and I am kinda tite/not really/maybe I will be later…
So, Star Fox invited me to an event tonight that I could not turn down.
It was a low key/invite only chill type of event that was deep in the Concrete Forest.
I knew it was something that I needed to be at.
I put together a hot outfit and was well on my way.
When we arrived, we had to show the invite and was let in afterward.
The crowd was mixed and pretty different from other spots I have been.
White, Black, Spanish… everyone was having their own conversations with glass in hand.
You can tell that these were people that were of “importance”.
The “behind the gates” folks.
We were there for a good hour when I spotted him.
This dark skin Wolf with a nice ass body.
His arms were so muscular that they got my attention first.
He had on a semi tight grey T-shirt, rosary bead, grey jeans, red fitted, and some sneakers.
He was exactly my type and everyone knows what my type is.
I broke away from Star Fox,
who left me to speak to some Spanish exec looking dude,
and I did some maneuvering over to Big N Muscular Wolf.
I felt intimidated a little but “fuck it”, but he was staring at me so I said, “Here goes it…”
“You don’t look like you are having fun?” I asked, after tapping him on his shoulder.
“Why? Because I’m not bouncing around?” He replied, smiling.
“You aren’t smiling.”
“You aren’t either.”
I did not know what to say so I laughed it off.
“What do you do?”
“I play football.”
“God. Thank you.” I said a silent prayer to myself.
Now I never seen him before, but I’m guessing he is a bench warmer.
He wasn’t all over the place and was pretty low key hugging the wall, like he was new to this.
It was like everyone else in the room was intimidated to even speak to him.
I wasn’t going to act phased like Foxes before so I played it cool.
… and then my mind went blank.
I could not figure out anything else to say.
No clever flirting.
Did not want to hit him with some sexually charged comment.
Was not about to appear thirsty.
So, wtf to do next???
“I’ll be right back.” He said, as he walked out the door.
I decided in my head that I was going to ask for his number when he got back.
This way, I can bag him and keep this awkwardness short and sweet.
15 minutes later, he came back in and went to the back of the room, obviously to the bathroom.
He came back and stood by the door close to where I, and a small crowd of people decided to form, was.
I wanted him to come back and stand next to me but he wasn’t.
He looked annoyed and dis-interested.
5 minutes after, he got on his cell and he left.
I blamed myself for 2 minutes I won’t lie.
I went through a ton of insecure thoughts.
But, what is done is done and clearly, he wasn’t the Wolf for me.
No use in crying over the baller that split.
I am sure I will be in the same position again…
… this time I’ll put the proper plays to catch the balls.
I did notice, in my game play review, that I would not look at him too long in his eyes.
Maybe with that, I showed I was nervous in my eyes or not interested in his.
“Yo did you see that fine dude in the red fitted that was in here earlier?” Star Fox asked,
as I stood there with my tail between my legs.
I politely nodded my head and told him I was ready to bounce.
All I could think walking towards that cab was: