Light Reading

I like, no love, a man in a suit. A well made suit that is, with beautiful accent colour shirt and tie, pants fitting his ass and hanging nicely in the front…(not the tailor's responsibility)….top that off with a nice pair of shoes and matching belt and I will walk up to him and tell him he is wearing the hell out of the suit. That aside, there's something about a thug too…wife-beater, jeans (hanging nicely in the front as well), timberlands and dew rag, possibly. There's something dangerously sexy about that, especially if he has that US "I've been to prison and decided to work out for the duration of my sentence" body.

Last Friday was a girlfriend's earthday and a few of us got together for a little celebration. It started at the house after work, we had wine, easy dinner and a whole lot of conversation. At about 10:00 p.m, we decided to "guh si weh deh pon di road" . We got dressed and I must say that we were a well blended set, the cute, the sophisticated and the chic, all touching on the various constructs of sexy, I think. We settled on a nice little dive close to home, cause some of us were already half drunk and didn't want to stray too far.

We toasted the birthday girl for her fifth go round at "Age-25" and settled in for a great night. We chatted and danced and refused drinks as we went along until I relaised that I was in the company of women who were married or in committed relationships and needed to represent for my single sisters...or those wishing to be free from captivity, whichever.

I flirted with a few, danced with one while eying another and invited him to join me and the other him, but then I grew bored. Some men are really weird (but that's another post).
Back in the fold, I ordered a Hieneken having grown tired of the water I was drinking to counteract the wine. Seems everyone was waiting for me to break loose so it was a round of liquor for all…I hate drinking alone. I encouraged them to drink, flirt, dance enjoy themselves, afterall, the spouses weren't around and when next would they get an opportunity like this to be fancy free. We work too hard for everyday indulgence in this stuff, so why not enjoy the night out. There was agreement and things really got interesting. Had I known that there would have been overindulgence in the clothed flesh, I wouldn't have given such a resolute charge. But I figured they were big girls and knew entirely what they were doing. In the midst of the party, we 'cheersed' and laughed and became the life of a section of the room. It was hard not to notice us.

It was in the throws of a standing toast that I spotted, Mr. Thug. Damn…he was nice. The small enough Tee was accentuating his chest and nipples, arms that you knew could deadlift your weight with ease as he positions you to accept a gift, and…he was wearing the hell out of the pair of jeans. Thighs, that made you wish to be under them, long legs which led to God only knows where, he was a specimen….and that swagger mmmmmm. I was snapped back to reality, by laughter at my reaction to the passerby. "A girl can't help looking" I apologized, and continued with the business of partying.

Its amazing how you can know when someone is watching. So as I danced with a youngish suitor, I put on a Broadway befitting show. I glimpsed him from time to time but he seemed comfortable with just watching so I stopped performing. There's nothing quite like a 'Thuggy' Player, who seemingly had been exposed to this game before and was therefore very unaffected by my actions. I caught his eye for a bit and as we played 'who could look away first', he raised his glass for a sip of something blue and nodded in my direction, for my purposes I assumed it was Hypnotic….not a bad drink, very refreshing…. . I returned the compliment and averted my gaze.

He was something to look at, but he was getting too cocky with my obvious interest, so I put him behind me. It was a good night, we left at 4 in the morning after chatting and drinking in the car park for an hour, dissecting the night's events. As we chatted, I noticed a green Landcruiser with a lone driver moving slowly in our direction. Given the upsurge of criminality in the country I suggested to the group that we pile into our cars quickly. Being women, this was an exercise, so before we could all pile into the two vehicles, the man and his beast of a vehicle were upon us. We decided to play it tough…enough, and acted as though there was protection and strength in numbers. With lights on and moving at 2 miles per hour it approached. Shit. You always should buss a little prayer in these situations, if you believe, help will come…..we believed.

As it came closer I was able to distinguish through the heavy tint, a familiar body….it was the Thug. He stopped and greeted us with a wonderful "Good morning", with eyes trained on me. As is customary therefore, one has to pretend at the end of a wild night, that "It wasn't you" so I organized a group recited thank you and similar wish (you know, like when you were in primary school and the teacher comes into the class) it was a chorus of voices and he smiled, winked at me, and drove away.

As I reflect today on the matter, I can't help liking a Big man's approach to these things, he knew it was just flirting and left it at that. There was no expectation of numbers passing, no pressure at all. Nice.