aenemated

timing really is everything, you know. being in the right place at the right time. all great achievements likely would not have been met were it not for impeccable timing which is very often the result of stupid luck.

take tonight, for instance.

i went to the double down, per usual, knowing that i have assloads of work over the next week or two and very likely won't be able to stay out all night carousing and sleep my drunk off during the day. but it was slow. my edith was there, but she was occupied, so all i got was an extremely enthusiastic hug, followed by 'where have YOU been, motherfucker?' ah, my dear edith, so COLORFUL!! and i don't mean the green hair. so, yes, double down was double hurt this evening, so i dipped out early with my friend bad mike. bad mike likes to get not-as-bad trent into trouble, i've learned, as he enjoys frequenting cheetah's lounge. it's relatively on the cheap, so i'll likely never decline. we go there and he immediately disapears into the VIP room with some random stripper, leaving me to sit at the bar, staring at the tits, chatting with the waitress (who i learned is madonna in the 'legends in concert' performance ... and damned if she didn't look exactly like the 'erotica' era madonna.) and enjoying my beer. so, i'm sitting there ... and i swear, meadow soprano walks up. this chick looked like what jamie lynn sigler would look like if she were 3 or 4 times hotter ... and had an egyptian accent. read my tattoo list, people, i have two from egyptian mythology. immediately i was intrigued -- not only was she incredibly beautiful, she was eqyptian, had the accent, the features AND the eye makeup. girl was playin her culture nicely.

as i expected her to play me, as well. being an evid strip-club attendee, i'm all too familiar with their tactics and they no longer phase me. i love to see the guy bantering on about 'dude, i think she digs me' as the chick is walking away counting her money. i was there once, as well, so i can sympathize greatly. it sucks to have the attention of a beautiful woman only because she wants your money. knowing that, going to a strip club is much safer for me.

i digress -- she sits down, props her legs up on me and proceeds to go into great detail of how cute she thinks i am. i played it off, of course, expecting the same bullshit. after several minutes of NON-typical stripper/customer repartee, i finally say 'i know your game, sweetheart. i'll buy a dance when you offer it.'

her response?

'i don't want to dance for you. i want to take you to breakfast.'

'excuse me?'

'i want to take you to breakfast. i've been sitting here for 20 minutes -- wouldn't i have asked you for a dance long ago?'

'good point.'

she busts out the plan of how we'll meet up for breakfast, as clubs frown upon the girls picking up on clientele. basically, i'm to follow her silver eclipse. which i do. she pulls into a texaco and we have a brief exchange and decide to go to some place called 'blueberry hill.'

we enjoy our breakfast, chat it up for an hour, hour and a half ... during the course of which she tells me 'i like you -- you're a gentleman, and you came to breakfast with me and you're handsome and i want to get to know you.'

clearly, i'm EXTREMELY excited at this point. i mean, here's this BEAUTIFUL girl that could have any being she wanted and she's hitting on me. she buys my breakfast. she tells me how cute i am. wtf?? me??

i learn she speaks 9 languages, is a translator for the county, was born in egypt, moved to brazil and then to the phillipines before moving to the Us two years ago. she works at cheetah's because it's fun and the money is good. clearly translating doesn't pay well.

fabulous!

we finally decide it's time to go as she has to be up for work in 5 hours. as we're walking out to our cars, she demands my phone, enters her number and insists that i call her later today.

she's about to leave ... then turns to me, wraps her arms around my neck and gives me numerous kisses on the cheek and neck. she pulls away, looks into my eyes and i'm absolutely fucking LOST in the deep, dark beauty of hers ... stunned, speechless ... what was i to do? this is a pure natural beauty ... the kind of girl that could wear an old paper bag and STILL be beautiful. what do i do??

i did nothing.

she plants her lips on mine.

a kiss ensues ... a wonderful, beautiful kiss i won't be soon forgetting. she pulled me close and made it very clear this was real.

christ god, she's amazing.

i'll be calling her today, thank you.

shasha, my beautiful egyptian princess. sleep well, my dear ... i'll be talking to you soon.