Business and Pleasure

So today was another day at my new job. It's been okay. I mean I'm pretty much doing the same thing I was doing before but now I'm doing it surrounded by urbanista's, diva's and more black folk I can shake a stick at! My head is spinning. Going from as I dubbed myself "one black girl" in a sea of white, to a multihued blend of a never ending chocolate river is...a bit overwhelming. At the same time I couldn't be loving it more. I love to see "us" in all our array and splender. We are some of the most amazing LOOKING people, not to mention just our entire being is the business. Badabababaaaa, I'm sooo loving it!

But lemme jump to what's really on my mind. I've given you a little background on Chocolate City aka ATL so you can imagine, there's some chocolicious men as well. So here's the thing...when I applied for the job there was a bartender there...let's call him Joe. And no...Joe aint his name, work with me here. So I lock eyes with Joe and I get all tingly inside. Now he's no Adonis, but his aura resonates sexy...or more specifically...just sex. It's like an ever beating drum coming from his core. He has that playa thing down to a science. Now in a resteraunt made of 90% black women that aura has GOT to win him some points. And it shows. So, speeding up the story...I'm in training, thusly, I have to follow somebody. And looky looky here who it is...Joe.
*sigh* As I realized I'd be in his presence all day long, with not a moment that we weren't attached at the hip all sorts of naughty things came to mind. This man gives me sexy, on a platter with a slice of lime. He just owns it...it's what one would call "swagga"(i hate that word though). smh. He's everything I like, and everything I DONT need.

If ya didn't know, which Im sure you dont since I haven't updated this bad boy in ages...Im celebate. And yes the real kinda celebate. Cold turkey and cold showers celebate. I made that decision once me and old flame began to burn up so high that all that was left of me was ashes. And then I spread those ashes all around Greenville,SC. I was hot and I was broken. I was damaging an already damaged vessel. And so now that I'm on my way to healing...I had to stop the things that were making me sick. Makes sense? Ok well now that you know THAT, you have to understand how *Joe* is kickin my ass with this energy he's giving out. Part of me, the lustful, snarling creature in me wants him to beat it out the frame. Serve it up hot and ready like $5 dollar pizza from Pizza Hut! My body is not listening to my spirit and my mind when I say that I don't like, need or want any. My cootchie tells me I'm lying!

But alas, feelings fade, and I realize that I can withstand temptation...it's just when temptation is inches from your face and you can see it and smell it...and it smells just like sex...its hard to stay focused. But I shall overcome! Im strong and Im serious about my stance. Sleeping with someone is like letting them brand you with an iron on the inside. Even if it's protected sex, your essences join together. You and said person, on a spiritual and metaphysical level, ya'll are joined forever. And Joe the bartender really aint someone I'm trying to join with FOREVER. I think I'd have alot of company on that train, you know what I mean. So I'll try to stay clear of him and his energy. Now let's see if I can say the same for Young Boi. Oh, who's he...you'll here more about him later. There's more to that story. Til then, signing off. I need to go take another shower.