I'm Not A Stalker- I Swear!!!
Well, tonight was very interesting. I went to Opium, one of my favorite hangouts. The vibe was off, and I wasn't really in a party mood, but I tried to make the most of it. My girl and I met a few nice guys (I'm not looking for anyone to date, but that doesn't stop me from being friendly). Some were from Seattle, in town for a bachelor party. Then we met this guy named Chris, an older man, who's a diamond broker in Virginia. He was really nice, and bought us a bottle of Veuve Cliquot Champagne.
He invited us back to his hotel, the Delano, so we had to make sure he understood that we weren't hookers or anything, and there was gonna be no monkey business. He said he just wanted to talk by their gorgeous pool. So we went and sat by the pool, and talked about everything from racism to the scene on the beach to his kids.
I also shared with him these weird dreams I had been having about P. Diddy, the artist formerly known as Puffy. I dreamt of him 3 nights in a row. The first dream, he bought me racks and racks of designer clothes that I shared with my friends. The second I don't remember that well, but the third we were kinda kicking it. He said he wanted someone to talk to, so we went to his place, which had no furniture, sat in some sleeping bags, and drank some Moet. He asked me to just hold him. Your basic junior high, PG-13 kind of stuff.
All night my girl had been teasing me about P. Diddy. You know, going "there's your boy", and of course my neck snapped at 50mph. Well, when we got to the Delano I was clowning like my usual self, saying "Bad Boy, come out to play..." and "Sean, I'm here for you baby". The guy Chris said, I saw him tonight, I think he's staying here. Well, I had seen P. Diddy like 5 times, and never spoke or anything, though I had met him before. I'm not a groupie or anything, and I honestly don't have a thing for him.
Well, it was about 4am, and my girl is ready to leave, so we start walking and she goes, there goes your boy" and I'm like "Yeah right". Well, lo and behold, it was him. I had to stop him, so I walked up and said excuse me, cuz he was with a girl and his security. The convo went like this:
me: Hey. Excuse me. I normally wouldn't even step to you like this. I'm not a groupie and I'm not crazy or anything, but I dreamed about you three days in a row. What's up with that? (yeah, I know it sounds hella corny)
him: Oh yeah. I guess I musta just been on your mind.
me: (stutter, stammer) Uh, yeah. It wasn't nasty or anything like that. The last one, you just wanted me to hold you.
him: So why don't you just hold me then.
So I gave him a big hug. Meanwhile, his date looked like she wanted to shoot me, and his security team must have been thinking STALKER!!!STALKER!!!
So now, I really do have a crush on him for some odd reason (could it be the $400 million? ;-))) I don't think he's that cute, but I swear he was looking at me like he wanted to sop me up with a biscuit, (or was it all in my mind!?) Go figure.
The morals of this adventure are:
1) Never underestimate the power of your own mind. If you get a hunch or a premonition, roll with it. You can make something happen from the sheer force of your will. (Maybe I oughta dream about a winning lotto ticket!)
2) Dreams do come true so follow yours!
He invited us back to his hotel, the Delano, so we had to make sure he understood that we weren't hookers or anything, and there was gonna be no monkey business. He said he just wanted to talk by their gorgeous pool. So we went and sat by the pool, and talked about everything from racism to the scene on the beach to his kids.
I also shared with him these weird dreams I had been having about P. Diddy, the artist formerly known as Puffy. I dreamt of him 3 nights in a row. The first dream, he bought me racks and racks of designer clothes that I shared with my friends. The second I don't remember that well, but the third we were kinda kicking it. He said he wanted someone to talk to, so we went to his place, which had no furniture, sat in some sleeping bags, and drank some Moet. He asked me to just hold him. Your basic junior high, PG-13 kind of stuff.
All night my girl had been teasing me about P. Diddy. You know, going "there's your boy", and of course my neck snapped at 50mph. Well, when we got to the Delano I was clowning like my usual self, saying "Bad Boy, come out to play..." and "Sean, I'm here for you baby". The guy Chris said, I saw him tonight, I think he's staying here. Well, I had seen P. Diddy like 5 times, and never spoke or anything, though I had met him before. I'm not a groupie or anything, and I honestly don't have a thing for him.
Well, it was about 4am, and my girl is ready to leave, so we start walking and she goes, there goes your boy" and I'm like "Yeah right". Well, lo and behold, it was him. I had to stop him, so I walked up and said excuse me, cuz he was with a girl and his security. The convo went like this:
me: Hey. Excuse me. I normally wouldn't even step to you like this. I'm not a groupie and I'm not crazy or anything, but I dreamed about you three days in a row. What's up with that? (yeah, I know it sounds hella corny)
him: Oh yeah. I guess I musta just been on your mind.
me: (stutter, stammer) Uh, yeah. It wasn't nasty or anything like that. The last one, you just wanted me to hold you.
him: So why don't you just hold me then.
So I gave him a big hug. Meanwhile, his date looked like she wanted to shoot me, and his security team must have been thinking STALKER!!!STALKER!!!
So now, I really do have a crush on him for some odd reason (could it be the $400 million? ;-))) I don't think he's that cute, but I swear he was looking at me like he wanted to sop me up with a biscuit, (or was it all in my mind!?) Go figure.
The morals of this adventure are:
1) Never underestimate the power of your own mind. If you get a hunch or a premonition, roll with it. You can make something happen from the sheer force of your will. (Maybe I oughta dream about a winning lotto ticket!)
2) Dreams do come true so follow yours!
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