Shoes, shoes, shoes...oh how I love shoes. I spent over an hour at Shoe Carnival. My mom had showed me their ad yesterday, which included a $5 coupon. We always try to use coupons whenever possible. We're savers and smart shoppers.
I had a ball looking at all those wonderful shoes, which lay before my very eyes. I don't really have a huge shoe collection but like collecting nice, unique shoes every once in a blue moon. Have to stay with the current trend, especially if I want to keep my goddess-looking stature. I must stay looking beautiful, gorgeous looking, and fashionable for all those guys out there, especially the ones I date.
While perusing the sports shoes aisle, I looked up and 15 feet from me stood an image that bemused me. I must say it was disturbing not the least. A crack stood before my very eyes. Now, when I say crack, it was a butt crack (a huge butt crack) from a chubby black woman bending over. I stood where I was, completely frozen and in dis-awe. Yeeks. I think her crack hypnotized me, for I could not take my eyes off this very image. At last, she stood up, and I snapped out of my daze. I think she scarred my mind for that moment in time. If it had been a really hot guy's crack displayed, I probably would've inched my way up and gotten a closer look. hahaha.
I tried on several running shoes and had a hard time deciding which one to get. I even had two different shoes on - a different one on each foot, just to side-by-side compare. I finally settled on a bad-ass looking Nike running shoe. I walked and even ran down the aisle in them. I tried to treat it like a business deal. Don't fall in love with the looks, like so many women out there do. I prefer going for comfort, but I must say the shoe has to be somewhat good looking, at least to my eyes. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Since Shoe Carnival was having a buy one, get one half off deal, I decided to look a little bit longer. I hit the boots aisle, just to see what they had in store for me. Woo, I felt like I was in shoe gallore heaven. I love cute looking boots. I even asked this one black woman for her opinion on the color of the boots I was eyeing. Beige or dark brown I asked her. She said beige looks better, and I told her I felt the same way. So, the beige Fubu boots it was. It'll definitely make me look like a fashion goddess. The sexy mama is making her way downtown. Guys, watch out, here I come...
I'm at Barnes and Noble bookstore now. I love this store, especially the atmosphere. I love sitting here at the coffee lounge area. The sounds of blenders going, the smells of coffee, the quiche aroma...mmmm...I can't get enough of this place. The fact they have wireless internet access is very appealing and quite convenient.
I just saw a cute guy with his mother sit nearby me. Wow, he’s super, sizzling hot. I wonder if he caught me glancing at him. Mmmm...well dressed, nicely groomed, kinda reminds me of one of those metro sexual guys. (He wore a nice long-sleeved buttoned blue shirt with nice black pants. Yes, I'm very observant, especially when it comes to very attractive men like him). I find metro-sexual guys very appealing. I like men that are well-groomed and take care of themselves. He makes me think of my ex-guy Rich. Oh no, could that cute guy be gay? Thanks to Rich, I'm more cautious when I approach very good looking guys, as they're probably either married or gay.
Rich, the super brilliant PhD scientist, was a metro-sexual. Little did I know he’d be more than that. I should've picked up his gaydar. And my snobby aunt still thinks I'm dating him. What a joke. She's super jealous of me. She had showed my other aunt his and my picture. She mentioned to her that he's super handsome and super smart and that I didn't deserve him. She also told my mom I'm no virgin, due to our closeness (holding hands and our glances of each other) when she had dinner with us. Screw her and her snobby self. She looks down at everyone, doesn't matter who it is.
She'd rather have Rich over her attorney husband. Oh, she can have him. Be my guest bitch. If you knew what he really was auntie, you wouldn't want him. Or maybe she wouldn't care, 'cause he's super-hot and super-smart and super-hot.
Oh my gosh, the cute guy just approached me and spoke to me. He asked if the table next to me is occupied. I said it wasn't and with a smile on my face, exclaimed "be my guest". He thanked me and came over with his laptop. When he bent over, I inhaled deeply so I could smell his scent. When there's a really attractive guy that I'm next to, I like to smell the guy's scent. I like a man's scent, natural or cologne-nized.
He’s packing up. No, don’t go away cute guy. What do I say, what do I say? (It's now or never). I thought of something clever to ask him -"leaving so soon?" He said he had forgotten his charger. I'm like, too bad. We got to talking and I found out he's visiting relatives and that his mom flew in from up North. It's a small world after all, because he actually lives in the town next to mine and doesn't work too far from me. I said that's really neat.
We got to talking some more. I loved how Alex kept saying my name. I gave Alex my business card and asked if he'd like to hang out sometime. I told him I'm always looking to make new friends, since some of my friends have moved out the area. He's like, yeah. I'm like, cool. I was going to write down his e-mail address or type into my yahoo contacts, but the internet stalled, and I couldn’t find my pen. He decided to give me his business card.
All this time, while we were talking, I got the impression he was gay just because he was super good looking (no thanks to ex-guy Rich). Boy, was I wrong. BIG TIME. Turns out, he's straight, because he mentioned an ex-girlfriend. My bad. My big-time bad. hahaha. My sincerest apologies to Alex. Please forgive me Alex.
I watched over Alex' laptop bag while he went to look for his mother. A short while later, Alex came back over. He asked me if I was done blogging. I was like, “uhhh, no...” and tried to lower my page where he couldn’t see my title “Diary of a Not-So-Innocent Virgin”. (I don’t want him to know I’m a virgin). He joked how he would contact me before I contact him. When we shook hands, we looked each other in the eyes for what seemed like eternity and our handshake was neverending. Shortly after, his mom came over our way. He introduced me to her. She seemed very nice, just like him.
We joked a bit. I remember when Alex' mom asked me "are you flying Continental Airlines?" To which I responded, "I'm driving, courtesy of Toyota". We all laughed. Turns out she's leaving the same day I am. We high-fisted each other. Alex is driving back in a few days. He joked about me behaving, especially with the military guys in town. I joked back with "I'll try to behave...but it'll be hard to resist".
I did not expect to meet a person like Alex during the holidays, especially in a bookstore of all places. And the best thing was - he saw me as my non-glamorous, natural, real self, dressed in my jogging suit outfit, my hair pulled back in a pony tail, no makeup, and with my glasses on. I wonder if some arrogant guys in his shoes would've turned me away, thinking who is this plain jane and what the hell does she want? But then, if I was dressed as my glamorous self, they've would've been wanting to get in my pants.
I'm so glad to have met Alex. He and I got along really well. Our conversation was natural and flowing. He seemed genuine and clean cut. It was very easy talking to him, unlike some guys I've come across this year. I think it's going to be fun hanging out with my new friend Alex. I can't wait to see his cute-as-a-fox self. Till next year Alex...
I know I'm really sitting at a hot table, for uh oh, a very attractive, beautiful brunette-haired woman just sat next to me about 15 minutes ago (where Alex had sat earlier). She asked if the table next to me is taken, to which I responded it's not. She's a very hot woman, with a Goddess-like appearance. What made her stand out is her very, very fashionable clothes -one of the best-dressed/attractive women I've seen in my life. She was wearing a cutesy black sweater under a sophisticated grey coat, paired with a sleek, gray trouser and black heeled boots. (I pay attention to what people wear, whether it's a man or woman).
If I were gay, I would've talked to her. Oh no, I should've told her I like her fashion, as I'm accustomed to telling people. Unlike Alex, I didn't think about inhaling her scent, which goes to show, I'm not gay. I'm straight as can be. I love my men. But it's still nice to look. My eye candy comes in all genders, races, and ages, but preferably hot guys with hot bodies, just like Alex'.
I just talked to the hot woman. She sneezed, and I said "bless you". With a nice smile on her face, she said "thank you". She seems like a nice woman. I replied back with a smile and a "you're welcome".
Oh my goddess, I love this bookstore. They've got hotter people here than where I live up North. I saw plenty of hot, young guys in the bookstore earlier. I had to do double, no, triple takes. I even saw a woman with cute braids. I used to wear braids. Once my hair gets longer, I'm going to wear the cute Pippy Longstocking look again. I used to be called Pippy when I wore braids a few years back. hahaha.
Mmmm...I just saw a good looking Asian guy walk by me...my eyes followed him. He's so nicely dressed, in a preppy blue sweater with jeans. I love men that dress preppy. Give me some of that good stuff. I saw another cute guy with a chick sit down next to me. I'm trying not to be too obvious when checking out guys with chicks. Gosh, he's got a sexy voice. Okay...I'm leaving now. I'll never want to leave this place if I don't go now...get thee to the lingerie store...
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