Am I my Sister’s Keeper? – The Blog
“Mr. Right or Mr. Wrong or Mr. How Long
Ok all, I have to ask the age old question, do the ladies go to da club to find Mr. Right as in husband or to find Mr. Right Now as in let’s have some fun. Better yet, brother’s do you do the same? You know this is a new century and to let E-Harmony tell it, 1 out of 5 relationships start online but that’s another blog! So is it a far stretch to say yes you go to the club to find your Mr. or Mrs. Right? If you do go to the club and find a man would he be a good mate? The saying goes you get what you’re looking for so if you meet him at the club does that necessarily make him automatically Mr. Wrong?
Now let me back up and tell you a little story so you can understand how I came up with this little dilemma. My girl and I wanted to get out so of course me, being all saditty suggested a swanky little restaurant where you can get awesome drinks, grown up conversation and real people music. It was kind of dead so my girl looks at me and says “come on let’s go to Shout. Those of you from the “A” know exactly the place. For those of you who don’t know it’s this hip little trendy place off Peachtree where all the fabulous people go! (yawn!)
So I look at my girl with a raised eyebrow. “No, it’s not what you’re thinking it’s cool and besides they play old school music.” She insisted.
So we go. I walk in. It wasn’t bad. Not crowded and the music was nice. It was old school. It was some kind of Omega Psi Phi funders day weekend as there were Q’s everywhere. Everyone was congregating at the bar. This Q comes up to me practically salivating and rightfully so. I was looking Exxxxquisite as the gay hostess shrieked at the restaurant and I had to agree with him. I was dressed in skinny jeans, with black patent leather spiked heeled boots over the top, a black bustier with a form fitting leather jacket over the bustier. He was ogling me like I was a piece of steak but that was to be expected from a Q! So he was spitting his best rap in my ear and I mean spitting in the literal sense of the word. He saw I wasn’t buying it so he walked away. Now don’t get me wrong. He was a nice guy but married. So I was polite but after so long he had to keep it moving!
My girl and I were enjoying the music dancing. We were taking a break. My girl headed to the bar. Mr. Q dog came over to sit next to me. He starts coming at me talking about why I’m here.
“Why are you here?” He said with a half slur.
“Enjoying the music and having some fun. Just like you.” I replied
“Why you got these all hanging out?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Them.” He said pointing to my breasts. “Those are for someone at home, for your husband or something.” He continued.
“What?” I said with this disgusted look on my face.
“Yeah there are some respectable men in here?”
“Ok what is that supposed to mean?”
“Well you could meet your husband in here and those should be for him.” He said. Mind you the brother didn’t bother to ask if I was already married or if I had a significant other. He just automatically assumed that I was single. He continued on his triad about how I should be dressed and that basically I was looking like a tramp and no respectable man would want me as he was sitting there salivating all over me. He even had the nerve to say that if he’d asked me he could definitely take me home and screw me. He didn’t use those words exactly if you know what I mean.
I had this incredulous look on my face. First of all, he wasn’t my type. He had this played out S-curl in his head and was dressed like he came from his college dorm room. The Negro was 35 and dressed like Webster. I started not to say anything because basically he was calling me a ho and that if I looked the way he wanted me to look then maybe one of his frat brothers would marry me. So I turned to him and said:
“I didn’t come in here to find holy matrimony, I got dressed up, purposely looking sexy to make Nigga’s like you drool, get my dance on, get my drink on and go home. I do not go to a club to look for Mr. Right.” I wanted to add “Mother Fucker” but that just wouldn’t have been lady like! J
After that statement, Webster left to find another target who would buy his bull shit. I continued to get my dance on until the music and the crowd changed and I went home like a respectable woman does when she has had a fun night out on the town with her girls!
Ok your turn to chime in:
1. Do women go to the clubs searching for Mr. Right?
2. If you meet someone at the club could he be marriage material?
3. Is there something wrong with looking sexy when you go out?
