This entry is in memory of my dear friend Kyle Holton who taught me so much about having confidence and being fierce in all I do. He will always inspire me, and I know he's around helping me make boyfriends. He was a true Jelly.
On thursday night, the last night Kyle was with us on this earth, I was cruising around the Mission by myself. Kyle was in Detroit spending his last hours with the people he loved and wearing his favorite outfit to his favorite gay club. I was also dressed something fierce, as I told myself I was not going to try and make a boyfriend tonight, but rather, do some research. I decided to scope what seem to be single dudes and ask them questions, ya know, get in their brain.
I started the night at The Knockout out, where my homegirl works. I had a drink there and laughed with her about boyfriends. There were NO boyfriends there unfortunately, so I had to keep trucking.
Cruised over to Jacks, for dance party karaoke. Solo karaoke is amazing. You look cute as hell, you throw down on the mic, and if you look at the honey your scoping, chances are when your done, he will start talking to you. Guys will be impressed. Even if you can't sing.
I did Ol' Dirty Bastard 'got your money', and was dancing on the table, putting my crotch in guys faces, and lifting up ladies skirts. Full throttle. Possibly the hardest I've ever thrown down. Skillz. Boyfriends were FEELING it and when I was done, honeys were chatting me up and trying to get down on the dance floor, but I said Hell No, cuz honestly, the honeys weren't up to par. Until I saw my target. A babe and a half. A sweet thing I'd like in my bed, bath and beyond. So I squeezed next to him at the bar, shot him a smile and said, "I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind". He looked at me confused and I was like, "so, are you a boyfriend"? My research had begun. So then the flood of questions started. "Do you live in the Mission? Are you straight? Are you single?" He said yes to every one, so obviously my next LOGICAL question was "So, do you treat girls like shit?"
This caught him majorly off guard. He turned away from me and finished his whiskey water. I'd blown it, but whatever, boyfriends come and go.
Then, some thing amazing happened. He started talking to me again. He was into it. I was wanting to make out, so I was all, "let's cut to the chase, I think you're cute, you think I'm cute and I'd like to get in your bed."
We left soon after that.
Turns out he is amazing. Smart, funny, handsome, makes music, and his room really wasn't that messy.
So, the moral of this story is, be confident and sassy in all that you do. Have no fear. You are a boss. Make those boyfriends.
Life is short.