Thursday, August 29, 2013

Operation: Infiltrate the Clique

Parker is this one guy around my age who goes to a sister church of ours in town.

He's  about 5'11, 215lbs, dark skinned, cute smile, STUPID PHAT ass, and on top of that, he's a fem guy that can totally pass for masculine when he wants to.

Plus he can sing. No, actually, Parker can SANG!!! 

Just my type of guy.

But I've only ever thought of Parker as a brother; he's hot, but I'm not sexually attracted to him. Like how I wasn't attracted to Matt.

We get along well; never had any fall-outs or anything; he's a real nice person.

While other dudes would strike up conversations about last night's football game, Parker and I would dish on the goings-on of America's Next Top Model, who had the best dress on Project Runway, etc. We'd grin at each other when a fine brother walked in the room, we'd catch each other checking niggas out as they walked past, stuff like that.

It was this unspoken "thing" we've always had.

Recently, a female friend and I were at a club doing Karaoke.

When we first walked in, Parker was on stage singing "Weak" by SWV (click here) with two of the 5 dudes in his clique I saw sitting in one of the booths.

Now mind you, I had peeped one of his friends the moment I first walked in there but he was standing up at the bar alone so I didn't know who he was there with until I saw him come sit with us.

He kinda looked like Corbin Bleu, but thicker. Nice complexion, but up close, he had a few acne scars or whatever. But who doesn't? (I'll refer to him as Corbin, k?)

It had been a while since we'd last seen each other so Parker and I had a lot to catch up on. And the conversation just flowed.

After about 10 minutes or so of us catching up, I realized two things:

1. The only two people at this table talking are Parker and I. Everyone else is having trouble minding their damn  beeswax. Not that we were discussing anything top secret. But damn.

2. This rude ass nigga who I'm guessing is Parker's boo, came over there and started running his fingers up and down the buttons on Parker's shirt. Parker didn't introduce us, so I acted like the nigga wasn't even there.

Destiny was on my side that night.
Corbin went on stage to sing "The Closer I Get To You" by Beyonce and Luther Vandross (click here). The dude who was supposed to sing with Corbin wasn't familiar with the lyrics. They were gonna just cut the song about halfway through but me, in true Super Save-A-Hoe fashion, hopped my happy ass on stage.

After that, the night was set. Everyone buddied up and did duets all night. It was a lot of fun and we all made plans to meet up and do it more often. Exchanging Facebooks and such, the bar closed down.

Parker gave me his new number and we've been texting since then.

Me: "Next time all of ya'll go out, let me know. I'm always looking to hang".

Parker: "Okay, lol. We're supposed to be going to Rumors next Thursday night. They're having a Pride party, I think you'd like it there".

Me: "I like it anywhere where Corbin is wink wink... You need to put in a word for me or something..."

Parker: "Boy u a fool! I'll see what he say tho. He usually has a stank attitude towards newbies but ya'll seemed to hit it off real good. I never pegged you for the Fem type".

Me: "Yeah nigga, I'm a rare breed. Fems are like my kryptonite. Don't judge me. -__-".

Parker: "Lmao. Ok well I'll hit you up n let u know".

Operation: Infiltrate the Clique is in full effect!
Music, you say?

De' Ja' Vu' -- Teena Marie  (this is my new SHIT!!!)

Gold Digger -- Kanye West ft.Jaime Foxx

A couple of Forevers -- Chrisette Michelle

Dance Apocalyptic -- Janelle Monae
Enjoy the pics! That first one got me on brick!!



  1. By the time I was able to hang out with the "cool" "kids," I wondered why I cared. Indifference is the greatest aphrodisiac there is regarding the one you got your eye on, for my 2 cents.

    Always good to read your writing, see the pics, and hear about what you are up to.

  2. I love it! You gone fuck the shit outta Corbin and I can't wait to hear all about it. LMAO! Get blog entry man.

  3. Hum du beau schibre bien dur et veineux pour se les enfiler en fond de gorge.