Solo Night

I am now in Jersey visiting my parents. The great thing is that I am home, 15miles from Philly and plenty of free time. The bad news is that I don't have many close, single, available, female friends in the area. How am I to continue my experiment without my wing ladies? WL#1 and WL#2 are the women I trust with my love life; I know their style, and they are nearly always available.

Whats a girl to do? I guess just go out by herself.

I got a boost this morning to be independent. So I jumped onto my lappy and found a Jazz/R&B/Blues/Neo-soul spot called Warmdaddy's in Philly. A restaurant/bar where I could sit back with a drink and people watch without looking pitiful because I was there for the "music".

I headed to the bar, grabbed a drink which was WAY stronger than I had wanted it to be (but it kept me there for the night in order to sober up)and found my perch near the front to listen to the band. I was definitely the Alpha female up in that piece. The problem was, I didn't have anything to work with. The band members had an artsy urban strong-black man look to them, but not really my type. The restaurant area was filled with graduates and their families. The bar area had couples, coworkers, 2 single men and then... me. Needless to say, if I was in a location in which I could scope out another bar or music spot for hunting I would have. So instead of hunting I observed my surroundings.

The most impressive action that caught my eye, was one of the trumpet players making love to his trumpet. Yes, I will say it again. The trumpet player making love to his trumpet. With his shoulder! It was soooo sexy. I am not stretching either when I say this. Homeboy riffed through the steady beat while keeping a smooth wave rolling through his shoulder throughout.

"Make'm say yeahhhhheh".

The lead vocalist was another one creating fire on the stage. He had so much swag that it made me want to have a bit of sit down time with him, and he was definitely not my type. A man that enjoys his meals and has little feet. Or more vividly put, someone that will crush you without giving you anything to tug on or work with. No thank you mam'.

I considered talking to the two single men at the bar, but I really had no desire. One guy was too old, and the other was a lil' white boy that looked lost. Nothing, zip, nada.

But I tell you what, I felt sexy as hell! I looked fly, the band was eyeing me, and the way they were grooving onstage made me wanna say ooowee. So although I did not get my target, I was semi-fulfilled through visuals and sound.

Look out for the next single lady adventure in this new area!