Hello, can you hear me now??

After a pretty crazy snowcation, I had the opportunity to have an evening out with one of my homegirls.  Right on time.  However, she just purchased a Droid.  I immediately told her it is the devil in disguise and she must dispose of it immeditately.  But, she loves it!  So now ladies night turns into "train my Droid" night.  Good thing I love her!

 

We walked into Cheesecake Factory, excited to split an entree built for three queens and some yummy over-priced martinis.  This is not the greatest idea on a Friday night, the first weekend in three weeks where snow is not keeping the population indoors, on Valentine's day weekend.  Of course, there is a fourty five minute wait.  So not worth it for mediocre chain restaurant food, in my humble opinion, but I guess many would disagree.

(On a side note, me and Ms.Beauty decide to skip the wait, get some food court crap cause its cheaper anyway and we would have more money for booze, buy new bluetooths, hit the Vicky's sale and hit the liquor store before headed back to the house. I love being such a classy bitch!)

The vestibule and cheesecake counter is packed to the brim with bubbly couples and first dates.  You could feel the Valentine's rush in the air. New hopeful couples and cute couples and singles ready to discuss their recent encounters and possibilities, or wallow in the pitiful hole of "IDon'tHaveAValentinesDayDateSyndrome."  

Let it snow, Let it snow.

C.O. has been on my mind ever since I explored that smooth chocolate body and rock hard cock.  Patience is a virtue, but I am not exactly a pinnacle of virtue. So last time we hooked up (misadventures and Mike and Ikes.)  we discussed enjoying the next snow-in together.  And we made it happen.  I invited him into my world, temporarily...

Booboo is on point.  He comes prepared.  Quarter of some yummy exotic buddz.  Fifth of the Hennesey.  Double Coronas. And Seven sevenths of chocolate dutchie rillos for twisting.  Hey, thats a lucky number.  (And of course, a whole big cock paired with two gold wrapper-magnums, which fit the him like they were eloquently tailored to do so by Ralph Lauren himself.)  Match to what I had cooking up for the evening I was expected to be spending on me...well its all good.

I got the kids settled and its time for chillaxin time.  His purpose...he just want me to relax.  Easier said then done in my world, but I'm diggin it...and then some.  Im trying so hard not to be rude...but I am in fact an icy hearted bitter bitch at this point.

Fact of the matter is, this is a fine specimen He's just perfectly laid back, with a gorgeous smile, well adjusted attitude, and a ridiculous amount of exuded sexiness.  Grown man status too, manages his own.  I like the possibilities.

Some how he reminds me of the good old back in the days.  Cruisin around with a fly azz nigga, sexy with his half shut eyelids.  Surrounded by sweet sess smoke and clouded vision on a sunny day.