Its going along well

Tionn and I have been hanging out a good amount. Well I guess I should say talking on the phone and planning to hang out. Its nice, and comfy. Nothing too fast or slow. Just good times and enjoying company. On Sunday I went over to his boy Mike's place for some drinks and chats. WL#2 went too. It was nice. We laughed, drank wine, looked at Mike's art. Played spades.... which meant the boys got into a fight about who was better, the rules of the game, shit talking, and more crap like that.

WL#2 and I proceeded to take pictures in the midst of the madness. Then finally the night ended with us playing a nice easy game of bowling on the Wii. The coziest part of the evening were the stealthy little steps I took to be closer to Tionn so I could feel his manly hands sit on my waist.

Ooowee your girl ain't been touched in a minute. So sad how something so simple can make a girl in a drought say yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh!

We were sharing the same Wii controler and I definitley found the sneakiest ways (I don't know how sneaky it really was because I had gone through three glasses of wine by this time) to fit my chocolaty rump right into his lower regions. Yall know that nice standing swoon position. And his hand always went directly to the right place on my waist. The area that makes you think you are holding onto a flat stomach but it's really just the crater before the mountain. I loved every bit of it.

We are planning to get together again. Ill let ya know what happens then. Maybe some more standing swoon position.

Date...I Think, Maybe...

I went out with Tionne on Thursday. I didn't think it was a date because WL#1 and WL#2 were invited to come too; but they decided not to. So I went on my lonesome.

Talk about a good time.

Tionne took me to Quincy Jackson's Chicago Steppin' class. I started off with the beginners at 7pm. By the time 9pm rolled around I was dancing with the professionals and getting great tips from them. Its such a sexy dance.

Tionne was the perfect partner for the night. He helped instruct class, he danced with me, introduced me to people, then went his merry way so I could dance with others. The definition of a non-clinger.

Men take heed to this advice. Seriously. Non-clingy is the way to be. Tionne had a great balance. He also asked several times if I would like anything to drink throughout the night. A sign of non-stinginess and conscious of my being. Another check mark for him.

We left around 10:30pm and I was supposed to meet some friends to watch Lost and play craps. Things were going so well that I decided to just hang with him some more.

This is when it turned into a date.

We went to Balzac Wine Bar and sat and chatted for a good hour. It was really lovely. I learned a lot about him; we talked about relationships and traveling. It was comfortable and nice. And I didn't feel as if he expected anything from me. Really wonderful. At midnight he took me home and we hugged goodbye.

Like I said, I think this was a date by the end. Especially, after a few comments he made about doing dinner and dancing some more. Either way, labels aren't really necessary. I had a great time and nearly met my goal for this project. He offered for us to get something to eat several times, but I wasn't hungry. So no traditional dinner for two. But that's alright; we are hanging out again on Sunday. We'll see what happens then.

We Found Where The Good Men Are

I had a great conversation with my girlfriend about where all the good ones are. We found a few good men this weekend and they gave us insight to where they like to chill.

WL#2 approached our lovely men of the night. Mike, our smooth artsy surgeon brother, said that women never approach him. She asked Mike and his friend, Tionne, if she had not approached them would they have gone up to her. They said no, because they were at the lounge to hang out. They were not looking for anyone or anything. Also they don’t ever go out. They go out like once every three months. That was the biggest tip of all.

The good men are chillin’ at home and working. Mike, Tionne, and their two friends said that they don’t go out. They usually just hang out at home with friends. What do these men do for a living? One is a surgeon, the other owns his own I.T. business, the others I don’t remember but they have substantial jobs doing something fabulous with their lives.

When you go to the club or bars what type of men do we all usually meet? Those who are “about” to start working for their uncle, those who are trying to be a rapper…you get the picture.

But I like to go out, I enjoy having a good time. Therefore, I can imagine there are men out there who are the same way.Does that place them in the category of playa’s then because going out for a male is different than going out for a female. Of course you can not place everyone in a category, but in a sense we all stereotype those we see at clubs and bars. You see some people as going out to just have a good time, some want a quick lay, others are desperate to find a partner, and then some enjoy to drink and listen to music without being bothered. How do we weed it all out? Well we don’t. We sit and hope that your paths cross with Mr. Right. That’s how most people found their one and only; by chance. Now if I can actually accept that fact.

Success!!!!

Yeahhhhh Buddy! We had a great night last night. I am very proud of my ladies. Last night I went hunting with Wing lady #1 and #2.

First stop was Taylor's because it started raining as Wing lady #1 (WL#1) and I were heading to Centanni. As soon as we walked in we were eyed by four men. We immediately gave our sweet smiles and sat right next to them. The dude next to me said hello and went back to chatting with his crew. We got our drinks and waited to see what the men would do.

Tell me why they did the 25 Abigail.

The shit was wack. Ol' boy pointed at WL#1 and talked to his boy. That was it. He didn't come over until I did the 50/50 Abigail to get him over and told him that he just needed to talk to her. I started chatting up his boy, Alex, who was...interesting and entertaining. Next thing I know WL#1's man, Dillon, walks over to me and says "she is leaving in 2 weeks I cant talk to her". AKA he was looking for a wife and she was no longer an option. I really didn't know what to think of that. My immediate reaction was loser! Can't you just talk to someone to enjoy your night and just be around people in general?

WL#2 picked us up from Taylor's and we headed to Centanni. A very cute location, but we didn't stay because we were on the prowl for a more diverse/ single crowd. So we headed to Soho 7.

Jackpot!

What a lovely place with beautiful people. Alpha Females and Males all over the place. It was amazing how our mental dynamic changed too because we recognized that everyone had options and could take their pick of their type and taste. There was one particular male who was very interesting.

All of us noticed him off the bat from the crowd with his stylish suit, smooth bald head, and confident stance. Then we saw him up close.

***Record Scratch***

Homeboy was old and was on the prowl more than we were. He was talking to every other female in the place and looked like a Playa Playa! Like those men who have a room with leopard print sheets, red pillows, and whips. MmmmHmmm you know those weird ones I am talking about. No thank you Mam. Moving right along...

Juan met us at Soho 7 and was sweet, fun, and chill as always. He did not bring any friends with him because they were all headed to Hot Water Nightclub. As I chatted him up, my ladies made moves on some new fellas that we had seen walk in. These men looked smooth and were oh so stylish. I have to say I was definitely a lil' jealous that I had to entertain my friend instead of hunt, but it was all good because he was not going to be around all night.

Juan went to Hot Water to meet with his friends and I pranced on over to my ladies. They had done well. I felt like a proud mother. They picked up the two beauties and were obviously really comfortable with the both of them (Tionne and Mike). Soon enough two more of their boys came over (Wayne and Quinten). All of them were mad cool! We all chatted, danced, and shared info back and forth. WL#2 was definitely the winner of the night with three dudes sweating her and passing their numbers to her. WL#1 met the most men of the night. Bold as hell talking to everyone within our vicinity. I got everyone's info and landed a meeting for Thursday with Tionne for some Chicago stepping. Plus Tionne and Mike both said that all of us have to get together before WL#1 and I leave for our next destinations.

It hit 2pm and it was definitely time for us to head on home. I emailed Tionne and Mike this morning to pass my Milwaukee Budget Nightlife sight onto them. Then I received a text from WL#2 saying that Mr. Wayne and her had been texting throughout the morning. A few hours later, I learn that she has a dinner date.

Bingo! One of my ladies has met the goal.

Now you see why this was definitely a successful night!

Is Getting Picked Up By Strippers A Success?

I brought wing lady number two with me last night to scope the town. First, we hit up Notte to get a drink. We took a shot with the beautiful - yet unavailable - DJ Fred, ordered our signature drinks, and chilled at the bar to get a good view of the men in the club. We were there early so options were slim, but we did discover two targets. But, here’s the catch. They were on their phones texting. What do you do with that? If I interrupted them, would that be annoying? Can you even approach people when they are texting? Are they talking to lady friends or attempting to occupy their time because they are alone?

Target #1 was all up in his phone so we didn’t even try to break that ice. Target #2 was another case. We thought he was a bouncer so, for fun, I approached him, told him that I knew he was on the job but my girl and I wanted to let him know that he was very handsome. Well… ends up he didn’t work at the club he just happened to be wearing a black suite like the rest of the bouncers. So I told him that he should hang out with us after he got his drink. Then I walked away expecting him to follow me. The lil’ nigglet didn’t. Immediately, I thought maybe he is waiting for someone? But, no, he wasn’t. He hopped on his phone and got to texting. Then got off, took a sip of his drink, texted some more, turned around, and put his back to the bar and chilled. What the F! Two beautiful women just told you, you were handsome, come chat. And he didn’t. We decided to leave and while passing him by he told us goodbye. Ok, I think homeboy was slow or something. Maybe he was taken aback at the fact that two women would approach him like that. I dunno.

Next we headed to ZenDen. My girl eyed her target and I helped her out by approaching their group and asking them to come talk to us when they had a moment. As we were waiting, another dude approached us with a card. Homeboy was bald, muscular and wearing a graphic tee. Obviously some sort of promoter. But lo and behold, he was a bit more than a club promoter. He was a stripper promoting his self and his crew of strippers from the Bronx. Once again, what the F!

I have to say this was quite entertaining, but at the same time pitiful. Was our body language screaming desperation and sexual need? Is that the scent available women give off? I mean shit, do I look that needy. Yeah, my ego definitely became a bit unsettled. Because, you see, at the same time, while we were looking pitiful enough that a stripper had to talk to us, we also had to look decent enough for them to approach. Maybe they noticed how open and fun we were so they decided to come over. Or is that just a pitiful attempt at trying to justify why a stripper would approach me? We ended up meeting all four of the strippers and had a full conversation with one of them. He told us about a show they were doing at the Scottish Masonic Center, and of course we got the invite. Did I go… nope. I wasn’t about to be that girl.

Oh and btw the group of males I approached for my girlfriend never came over to chat. Instead they started talking to some cougar. Can you see my lips pursing right now.

Next stop was Bar Louie; waste of time. So the last stop became Cush. Talk about wack. We met one of my old targets there and he was all types of clingy. Men, that is a turn off. Say hello and then walk away for a while. Don’t stay by me all night. Yuck! I also found out that he lived with his mother. Isn’t that great. You can tell I am really interested.

I attribute this interesting hunting session to the fact that today is Easter so many of the good ones were probably visiting family or being holy and staying in. Next week, myself and wing lady number one are meeting up with Juan and his friends for salsa dancing. Cross your fingers that something good comes of this.

Finally A Normal Night

So all my other hunting adventures have ended kind of awkward. Last night was my first normal one with great insights into male signals.

My wing lady and I stood on our tiptoes, outside of Meze Cafe and Lounge, looking through the window to see if they had a crowd. As we discussed our options, two guys came out. Now something yall need to know about me, here in Milwaukee, is that I have a Black Man Radar that has emerged in my months here. My Black Man Radar is basically a quick identity scan of any and all African American Men that pass me by because I rarely see any here in the city. My scan consists of three elements; clothing, attractiveness, and physical build. Yes, I recognize this is shallow, but lets be honest, you want to be with someone you are attracted to and feel they are on your level. So I judge and then talk. The main reason why my Black Man Radar has emerged is because you don't see ANY Black Men in downtown Milwaukee. Yes you will find your brothers on the North side but the majority of them are not my type nor on my level. Plus I never GO on the North side, so I don't get to see them. Hell, if I had the ability to be on the North Side I would probably be scanning those brotha's too. Anyways back to our story....

As we were trying to see who was in Meze two men walked out. One Hispanic, one black, and the radar went on. They told us no one was in there and they were headed to Mikey's. We were going to Taylor's so I told them, "No. You guys need to come with us two beautiful ladies to Taylor's." Yep. Just as bold as that. They looked at each other and said ok.

We sat at Taylor's chit chatted for a little bit, and little did these men know we were observing their actions. Here is what I learned:

1. Sit at the bar with guys you randomly pick up on the street, so you can get out of a situation if you do not like it. Not saying they were bad at all, we just didn't even get a chance to check our options.

2. They did not try to buy our drinks so they were not immediately interested in us, they were just chillin' like we were. Which was ok, scoping the situation.

3. The black guy mentioned that he had kids and was the first to finish his drink, while his boy was nursing his. Verbal translation * The father was more interested in seeing what Mikey's had to give while his friend wouldn't have minded sitting with us for a little longer.

4. The Father gave us his email address which meant he thought we were cool but he didn't know exactly what to do with us.

While we were talking to these men, another brother walked in. I was like shit! Gotta get rid of these cats. LoL! ....Ain't that awful... I hope no one ever says that about me. Anyway, as soon as the two guys we picked up left, my girl called over the dude I had been eyeing. I haven't had such easy and fun conversation with a male individual in a lonnnngggg time. It was great.

Our new buddy was from the Dominican Republic and had a passion for life. He enjoyed going out, playing the piano, and learning about our lives. Homeboy even offered to get both of us drinks. We had to wake up early for work, so having a third rum and pineapple for the night was not an option. So we got his email addi, said our goodbyes, and headed home.

"So what did you think?" said my wing lady. I told her I wasn't really interested. Immediately she retorted back, "Why?" And I said, "Hes not really my type. Hes fun, and a great conversationalist, but I don't think I am attracted to him in that way." What an interesting reaction to a guy who was polite, could hold a conversation, was unique, and in general was a good time. After I thought about it some more, I was like why not just get to know the kid and see where things go instead of predicting my feelings. Just be. So that's what I am going to do. Send him an e-mail and just be.