Things ARE bigger in Texas (First Online Writing Submission)

Good evening!

I’m enjoying writing and blogging much more than I expected. I did an online submission tonight, where I had to write an article using Peterbilt Trucks as the subject, and of course you know it has “Randy’s Touch”. I hope you enjoy it!

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One day, while driving down to Miami for a party, I experienced car trouble. Unfortunately, I didn’t have Roadside Assistance, so I stood outside my 97′ Mustang, hoping someone would come over to “rescue me”. It wasn’t long before man driving a Peterbilt Truck, pulled over to help. He seemed very knowledgeable about Mustangs, of all things. We even discussed what color I should paint my Mustang; I considered a deep, burgundy red, he preferred the “standard factory red”. His energy was so comforting, that I almost forgot about the issue at hand: fixing the damn car! We laughed about our differences in opinion and addressed the car problem. He said “There’s two theories to arguin’ with a woman. Neither one works.” I laughed and agreed. I explained that I was having trouble steering. Turns out my belt needed to be tightened. He was able to quickly work under the hood and fix the belt. His charm was absolutely infectious. He was quite the character: Tall, handsome, very “Southern” and funny.

We chatted for quite a while. He said he was from Texas. I gazed up at his tall, statuesque physique, and for a moment, I thought, “Wow, they DO, make things bigger in Texas, I see”. I said, “You better get going before I make you late and get you in trouble with the boss”. He said, “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart, my great grandaddy was Mr. T.A. Peterman, so they don’t bother me that much. I drive, because I like it, not because I have to”. He gave me a light kiss on the hand, tipped his hat and bid me adieu. I thought, “Well knock me over with a feather!”

I took his number and we parted ways. I look forward speaking with him again. You know what they say, “Peterbilt’s red oval is a familiar symbol of quality, performance, reliability and pride.” And honey, from the looks of it, they weren’t lying!

Chocolate Thai: The Addiction

Chocolate Thai; noun; A highly addictive strain of cannabis sativa, popular in the [past] 1960’s and 70’s,  however today [present] regarded as “commercial”, or not as potent…

Where do I began? This one was (is) so addictive!

I’m the beginning of Year 2 of my “Sexy-Single Phase” ( formerly “Dating Hell Phase”).. Not speaking it into existence, however, if things continue in the same direction, I will be on Year 3… It’s sort of a Double Edge Sword, although I don’t like it,  it gives you the reader more to, er, enjoy…;-)

It was Saint Patrick’s Day and I was hanging out with a good friend. Although I’m not even close to being Irish, I love to partake in the “festivities”. We went to a very eccentric part of town,  for a street party. We had a nice time and left to go to a club.. Why oh why do I keep going to these “dayum” clubs? Maybe it’s the hot guys, music and the drinks? Maybe it’s because I like to dress my best and show off my assets? I don’t know… Surprisingly I was very casual, simple hair and light makeup, a shirt-dress, fishnet hose and flat shoes. **Ladies I’m going to let you in on a little something-something that I’ve learned from other men, in case you don’t already know: Most of the time we dress up for each other. 9 times out 10, heterosexual men don’t give a crap about what we’re dressed like, they want to know what it looks like, OFF of our bodies. They respond better to us when we’re very casual. If you’re casual they think you’re the cool chick, the wifey chick actually, (unless he desires a “trophy wife” which means he prefers High Maintenance )…If you look High Maintenance, he’s going to size you up and see if you can afford you. If you dress too sexy then you’re deemed as the club chick or club slut…Hey, it is what it is….

We weren’t there that long before I was approached by a tall, dark chocolate, and handsome young man…with a beautiful smile…And you know my Kryptonite is chocolate skin and a nice smile! He was very friendly. He made sure to introduce himself to me and my friend and he also introduced us to a friend of his. He was talking a little bit about his business too and he gave me his card…Reggie Thompson. Hmmm… I can’t remember majority of our conversation due to his “fine-ness” and the potent drinks. Hey, it’s “Irish” in me…lol I can’t remember who called who first, but I definitely put that business card to use. I was definitely thinking about was “giving him the business”, but of course I wanted to get to know him first. We never “officially” went out on dates, however we did hang out a bit. Our chemistry was so great. As much as I wanted him, I would usually push away his advances because I actually liked him. You know how we have to do, ladies.. It’s great for him to want you sexually but you don’t want to look like a l’il hoe…(or heaux in French) 😉

Reggie and I  we were supposed to do a park picnic. He had a small fruit container with an assortment of strawberries, pineapples, cantaloupes, grapes and honeydew. There wa no, uh, “grape juice”, no cheese, no crackers, but we did have bottled water. He’d  never done a picnic before and didn’t know what to bring. I acknowledged his effort. He was too cute! I brought my whole picnic cooler, packed with plates trays and cups, a blanket. We found a nice secluded spot by the water where we talked, nibbled on fruit, and kissed. Between eating from the same pieces of fruit, there was a whole lot of PDA going on. I know disgusting right? LOL We didn’t want the day to end however, he had to leave to go do something with his church. And all I could think about was sinnin’…

I saw him a couple more times. Let me tell you, it was sooo hard trying to be “good” with this one. Once, there was almost a “Club Parking Lot Incident” and I ain’t talking about a club fight either! We met up again at a party, on his birthday. It wasn’t his but he was trying to celebrate early. We introduced me to his sister (and he also wanted me to meet his mom, eventually…I was like “whoa, horsey”) We briefly hung out, then we went to a restaurant to celebrate more. We decided to go to the beach. I kept a blanket in my car just for the spontaneous beach/park moments… Not like that, I know what you’re thinking…Tsk Tsk! And yes to answer your question, IT did go down that night!! *In my Rick James Voice* “Chocolate Thai is a helluva drug!!”

I enjoyed his company as much as I enjoyed him.  Although I’m not into drug use, I think Chocolate Thai is the appropriate name for him because, I just couldn’t  (can’t) seem to get enough and at times he does seem to have an “older soul” aura about himself. Our relationship was weird. We were not together like that but sometimes he acted clingy. One night, unexpectedly, he gave me “The French” (as in French kiss) in the club. Another night he went off when he saw me talking to another dude I knew at the club and accused me of having sex with the guy and I was not. At times he said he wants me to be his girl or his wife. We never officially talked about “kickin’ it” (my term for “sex & friendship” situation”, “Friends with Benefits, maybe?)  but I thought we had an “understanding” that we would just be cool, as is. I’m not sure if he just wants a “Girlfriend Experience” on occasion or what. We talked about all kinds of shit, but this is the one thing we missed thoroughly communicating in. He’s going through this phase now of “Feeling Himself”, meaning the attention he’s getting from others, is now going to his head. I liked the guy, however I don’t like his new arrogance. I’d like to see the same humble guy that I met in the club last year… Well you know what they say “Money & Fame doesn’t change people only reveals who they really are…”

Oh well, one day I’ll learn about trying to find my husband in the “dayum” Club! SMH! Pretty soon it’ll be Saint Patrick’s Day again. Maybe I’ll find a local pub, where I’ll run into a nice Irishman, or any man at this point because skin tone doesn’t matter so much. I’m at a place n my life where I’m very open, and willing to receive who The Universe sends me…Welp, Chocolate Thai withdrawals are The Pits!!!…To be continued…

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