Could It Be You?

Ah, love at first sight sucks.........

This past weekend, one of my best friends got married. I was the maid of honor in her wedding. To most people, it's no big deal, but to me it meant a great deal. I'm moving up the hierachy of wedding party members. First I was a candlelighter, then I was knocked back down a couple of spots to a lowly usher. Two years ago, I was a bridesmaid in my other best friend's wedding............

Finally, a freakin maid of honor, this means that my time is coming up real soon to be a bride.....

Anyway, there was this guy that I met during the pre wedding festivities who I must say caught my heart with his witty banter long before I tuned into the chocolate mold that was his face and body. We'll call him Chocolate Thunder. Anyway, during the wedding rehearsal and dinner afterwards, he kept me smiling and enjoying his presence. He was a cut up, the type of dude that you would want at your party because he is just a damn fool and you know that he will keep the party crunk, okay?

On the day of the wedding, thanks to our low budget wedding coordinator (I'll discuss her tyrannical ass later), he wound up walking me down the aisle. It wasn't how we practiced it, but I like to somehow think that it was fate that put us together. Anyway, after we arrived at the reception site, he kept me laughing and really comfortable the whole entire time. Suddenly, it dawned on me why I was so digging this dude....

He was a male version of me.

Damn, is it even possible to meet someone that has a personality that is so similar to your own? I just adore him. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since I met him on Saturday. I wanted to ask him for his number, but my tongue was stuck at the bottom of my stomach that I couldn't even ask. He left without me getting a chance to thank him for being such a cool ass person.

AAAH! He went back to Chicago....I had a friend in college who was from Chicago, she was a kleptomaniac to the nth degree. I was scared to go anywhere with her for fear that she would have me locked as an accessory to her misdeeds.

I digress.....

Anyway, my best friend and her husband are going to be living in St. Louis. Okay, all y'all midwest folks tell me how far St. Louis is from the Chi?

Did I forget to mention that his booty is as soft as a roll of Charmin? For all of y'all who want to know how my hand wound up discovering how soft his booty was, I'm going to use the term reflex malfunction.

He didn't mind though, at least I don't think he did.

Anyway, if I never see him again, I am grateful to have had the opportunity to be graced with his presence.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn..........

Back to the wedding coordinator from hell, uuuuuuugggggghhhhhhh!

Old ladies should not be allowed to direct damn weddings. She had half of the wedding party including the grandmothers ready to beat her ass down. She was within an inch of her ass being tossed out onto Pryor Street in the freezing Atlanta cold.

Oh, yeah, I caught the bouquet too. Yay for me!

Until the next time......