Ever have this experience? It's summertime. You've just turned out the lights, put your head on the pillow & just as you're dozing off into a blissful sleep, you hear it. Bzzz, bzzzz...you swat...bzzz...bzzz..You get out of bed, turn the light on, and search desperately to get rid of the nuisance you believe to be a fly or mosquito. It's quiet..you can't find it. No more buzzing. So you go back to bed.
Bzzz, Bzzz...
That's what happened to me last night while on stage in Chicago, IL. It wasn't a mosquito, but nonetheless, I just wanted to swat the guy, lol... Congress Theater, Chicago, IL...thousands of people, all who came to see a great freestyle concert. I'm offstage, waiting to go on. Enter the mosquito. I'll call him Mosquo since he never gave me his name.
Mosquo: "She's known as the Queen of Freestyle...the queen of Freestyle..."
One minute passes...
"Judytorres.com...give it up..say, Judy (Judy, crowd echoes), Judy., etc."
2 minutes pass.
I actually sat down on a chair. My God, when is this man gonna let me on stage. Screw it, I thought, and just walked on.
Now I'm singing my first song, No Reason to Cry, and I can see something jumping beside me out of the corner of my eye. It's the mosquito. I ignore him and assume he'll eventually tire and walk off. But he didn't.
As I'm trying to talk, Mosquo is pumping his arms up and down like a cheerleader on crack. Telling people, "give it up, people, that's Judy f**ng Torres!" Damn, take it easy, papi, I think to myself.
Second song...he's gone. I look around. Nothing. Good, I think, now I can relax and enjoy.
Third song...nope, Mosquo's back! Because the theater is so old, I guess the stage has not been maintained. It was an accident waiting to happen. I look down. Holes everywhere, uneven floor and right in the middle a wooden plank there. When I stepped on it. The floor spoke to me. "Giiirrrrlll, I'm only here because there used to be a hole here...I'm just covering for it." That was it. I had enough. I gave my road manager the code for "help"...lol. He took my slippers out for me.
I explained to the audience that I just did't feel safe and asked if they would they permit me to take off my heels. We were having fun. I showed the crowd my $1 slippers and everyone laughed. But then Mosquo came back. "Yo, Yo! You just witnessed Judy Torres just put on her chancletas (slippers)!" I'm sorry, did I become Cinderella? OH...MY..GOD...I'm going to kill this guy. I finally turn to him. "Okay - okay - thank you. Please let me do my show." He kept talking back to me. I yell back in jest: "It's MY show!!!" The audience cheered for me. Even THEY were aggravated. He debated with me. "Yo, ma, I'm just helping you out." Note: I hate being called "ma" unless I'm your momma, which I'm not, or I'm your girlfriend of a year or more.
He starts talking to the crowd as if it was his show, and I stood there with my arms crossed. Finally I said, "Dude I'm trying to do this thing called a show. I have one song left, please stop." He continued to talk. That's when the crowd noticed he was a mosquito and began to chant, "Judy, Judy." I turn to my manager, and mouth the words, "Get him OFF the stage NOW!" My road manager sort of had his hands tied. Why? Our little mosquito was one of the promoters, you know, the person who was responsible for bringing me there in the first place. This is a very delicate situation. If I yell at him, justified or not, I look like a bitch. He may never bring me back again...so how I approach it is very risky.
He finally left me alone and I completed my show. I thanked the crowd for their prayers for my brother, and as I walked away the mosquito said, "Judy - you have to back on stage and tell people to stop throwing up gang signs." Huh?! Oh, I don't think so! I apologized, "I'm sorry, I give no attention to ANY gang affiliation." He said, "You have to." You may think me wrong but I firmly believe that if I even mention anything of the sort, it only gives life to what we are trying to avoid in the first place. I walked away before I said something inappropriae. He had the nerve to be mad at me!!
Next time, I bring the fly swatter!!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Umm, Where Do I Put The Extra Snowflakes?
Each day I post a quote on my social sites. Today's quote: "One snowflake is so fragile, but just look what happens when they stick together."
I woke up not caring...just wondering if Chuito was okay. Each time I called,he was still sleeping. It's so reassuring to know he's sleeping here on this earth, still with us. So it was time to face the music again, and come to terms with digging my car out from the snow. Now, you remember what happened the last time I had to dig my car out? I became acutely depressed, and realized how "alone" I was. So I was not crazy about digging out over 14 inches of snow to remind me of it again.
WOW! Look at that? I can't even SEE my car. The only way to get it done is to start. So I began to shovel...shovel...shovel..sweat...shovel, shovel, shovel, can't feel my feet...shovel...wait. Where do I put the snow? There's no room. Ugh. And then, as if God read my last "shovel" blog, the super of my building began to help me. Oh, what a relief. God bless him! Chivalry is not dead! I was so happy that he helped me, I began to help my 66 year old neighbor dig his car out too. Why not? My brother is fine!! Besides, I couldn't watch him to do it alone, the way I didn't want to do it alone. The super helped him too. It's unhealthy for someone of his age and health to be out in the cold shoveling that abundance of snow. He offered me $2. "No," I declined, "please...I wanted to help. Francisco helped me, I help you. It's called paying it forward." Did you ever watch that movie, Pay It Forward? GREAT MOVIE...The idea is someone does something nice for you, you promise to "pay it forward" and do something nice for three people, making them promise to do the same, etc. Anyway, this time I did not feel lonely. I felt empowered, assisted, and I felt good that I helped my fellow neighbor.
Phone rings. It's Chuito! Thank God! It was so good to hear his voice. I have tears in my eyes just describing it to you. The voice of each person is so unique - it is the song of their soul...it was good to hear his song today. We talked. I listened as he told me the unbelievable story of what he calls "his battle with the snowblower." He said the snowblower won. I told him I disagree...if the snowblower had won he'd have lost his hand. I told him how many of my fans and friends and family were praying for him; how supported he was and how we were all believing in the miracle. More than concern for himself, he was very very concerned about his wife and daughter; how he will take care of them now? Will his wife be okay to do so much? He expressed the pain that he just can't hold his daughter yet. He thinks about others always - I told you he is wonderful.
So tomorrow I fly to Chicago to do a show. Sunday I work at the station and that night, though I know I'll be exhausted from sleep deprivation, I am to attend the wake for the Venuto family's mother. I still couldn't get to my brother today as they declared a state of emergency in his county, and there were no trains running on that line. However, when this weekend is over, I'll be there to listen, help and hug him.
So the snowflake alone is fragile - just like we, as humans, alone, are fragile...but look at what we accomplish when we band together. I can never see a snowflake the same again...it will remind me of Chuito! And I will always remember how quickly everyone, my fans and family and friends, banded together in support and prayer. Thank you, God, for saving my brother; for looking out for him; for saving his hand; for giving us one more reason to celebrate life!! Go snowflakes!!!
I woke up not caring...just wondering if Chuito was okay. Each time I called,he was still sleeping. It's so reassuring to know he's sleeping here on this earth, still with us. So it was time to face the music again, and come to terms with digging my car out from the snow. Now, you remember what happened the last time I had to dig my car out? I became acutely depressed, and realized how "alone" I was. So I was not crazy about digging out over 14 inches of snow to remind me of it again.
WOW! Look at that? I can't even SEE my car. The only way to get it done is to start. So I began to shovel...shovel...shovel..sweat...shovel, shovel, shovel, can't feel my feet...shovel...wait. Where do I put the snow? There's no room. Ugh. And then, as if God read my last "shovel" blog, the super of my building began to help me. Oh, what a relief. God bless him! Chivalry is not dead! I was so happy that he helped me, I began to help my 66 year old neighbor dig his car out too. Why not? My brother is fine!! Besides, I couldn't watch him to do it alone, the way I didn't want to do it alone. The super helped him too. It's unhealthy for someone of his age and health to be out in the cold shoveling that abundance of snow. He offered me $2. "No," I declined, "please...I wanted to help. Francisco helped me, I help you. It's called paying it forward." Did you ever watch that movie, Pay It Forward? GREAT MOVIE...The idea is someone does something nice for you, you promise to "pay it forward" and do something nice for three people, making them promise to do the same, etc. Anyway, this time I did not feel lonely. I felt empowered, assisted, and I felt good that I helped my fellow neighbor.
Phone rings. It's Chuito! Thank God! It was so good to hear his voice. I have tears in my eyes just describing it to you. The voice of each person is so unique - it is the song of their soul...it was good to hear his song today. We talked. I listened as he told me the unbelievable story of what he calls "his battle with the snowblower." He said the snowblower won. I told him I disagree...if the snowblower had won he'd have lost his hand. I told him how many of my fans and friends and family were praying for him; how supported he was and how we were all believing in the miracle. More than concern for himself, he was very very concerned about his wife and daughter; how he will take care of them now? Will his wife be okay to do so much? He expressed the pain that he just can't hold his daughter yet. He thinks about others always - I told you he is wonderful.
So tomorrow I fly to Chicago to do a show. Sunday I work at the station and that night, though I know I'll be exhausted from sleep deprivation, I am to attend the wake for the Venuto family's mother. I still couldn't get to my brother today as they declared a state of emergency in his county, and there were no trains running on that line. However, when this weekend is over, I'll be there to listen, help and hug him.
So the snowflake alone is fragile - just like we, as humans, alone, are fragile...but look at what we accomplish when we band together. I can never see a snowflake the same again...it will remind me of Chuito! And I will always remember how quickly everyone, my fans and family and friends, banded together in support and prayer. Thank you, God, for saving my brother; for looking out for him; for saving his hand; for giving us one more reason to celebrate life!! Go snowflakes!!!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
When the Storm Comes to Your Door.
The storm was here this morning...it was going to get worse. Little did I know how this analogy was going to be true-to-life. Ran to the doctor, ran to the bank, ran to the supermarket. It was only 9:30am when I was done and the car was already slipping and sliding. Parked the car, that I know will need to be dug out tomorrow, ugh, and ran upstairs to my haven I call home. Talked with Mr. Mak - yep, he seems to be back. Made me laugh until my stomach hurt...Said goodbye, got up, made myself some cafe con leche and a toasted multi-grain muffin. I sat down, and was going to watch the View that I had Tivo'ed...and then I got the call. Never took a bite.
"Judy...it's mom. Chuito's been in an accident... " It is one of those moments where your mind only hears certain words. These are the words I heard: snowblower, lost so much blood, unconscious, the baby, hospital.
"Chuito" is my middle brother, 31, father of a one year old daughter, husband to my sister-in-law. He is like me. He sings, he writes, he's funny. My brother and I have shared that common bond all these years. He has a gospel hip-hop group called Gospel City, where he sings and raps and writes ALL his songs. When I watch him perform, I am in awe of his talent and how easily he connects with the audience. He tells me all the time he got that from me. To this day, it may very well be one of the most honoring compliments I've received. Long story short - I love my brother. He's my brother. MY brother.
I'm so stressed, I don't even know if I got the story right. I understand he was cleaning the snowblower and somehow the lever was accidentally pressed. His hand! Oh, my God, I cannot even imagine. One time, many years ago I sliced my finger while opening a can of cat food. It was a small cut but a deep one, and went right through a nerve. I screamed and used every curse word in existence to describe the excruciating pain I was in - and for 4 months I had no feeling in that finger. So I cannot, cannot fathom what he felt. He lost consciousness. My strong, wonderful brother - hurt. Can't believe it. His wife, thankfully, was in the house, heard him yell, and ran out and found him passed out. Called the ambulance.
He was taken to the hospital, where they informed the family he needed to be transferred to a hospital where he could have proper surgeons fix him. Nearest hospital? Over one hour away. They could not take him in a helicopter because of the storm. You know what is freaky and ironic? On my brother's facebook status he warned everyone to be careful, and he said, "...today the snow is not your friend." He posted that about 2 hours before this happened.
I just got word that they are performing surgery and believe he will do well since he has some sensation in his hand. Chuito is in surgery now. Worst part? I can't be there. I can't be there with my brother and I can't be there and comfort mom. For the first time in my life, I am physically unable to be there. I am always, always, always there. I tried, but it is treacherous. My car would never make it. My other brothers begged me to stay home. So I am left to pray. I called mom and I said, "Isn't there something in the Bible that says, 'When two or more are gathered in my name, there I am...or you get an express line or something to God?" Mom says, "yes." So we prayed together on the phone. We prayed hard. And I said toward the end. "I pray that the surgeon's hands and eyes are now YOUR hands and eyes....and I thank you, God, that the same hand that the enemy tried to take from my brother is saved..and that same hand will raise up in testimony and praise!. I rarely get very religious, but this is the time. And then I said, His hand will be raised as a testament to Your goodness that no weapon formed against me (him) shall prosper!
Please pray for my brother...he is still in surgery. When you do so, use his name, Chuito, as God prefers when we are specific. I love him. I need him to be okay - for himself, for his wife, for his daughter. He is a good, good man...one of the few good ones!
"Judy...it's mom. Chuito's been in an accident... " It is one of those moments where your mind only hears certain words. These are the words I heard: snowblower, lost so much blood, unconscious, the baby, hospital.
"Chuito" is my middle brother, 31, father of a one year old daughter, husband to my sister-in-law. He is like me. He sings, he writes, he's funny. My brother and I have shared that common bond all these years. He has a gospel hip-hop group called Gospel City, where he sings and raps and writes ALL his songs. When I watch him perform, I am in awe of his talent and how easily he connects with the audience. He tells me all the time he got that from me. To this day, it may very well be one of the most honoring compliments I've received. Long story short - I love my brother. He's my brother. MY brother.
I'm so stressed, I don't even know if I got the story right. I understand he was cleaning the snowblower and somehow the lever was accidentally pressed. His hand! Oh, my God, I cannot even imagine. One time, many years ago I sliced my finger while opening a can of cat food. It was a small cut but a deep one, and went right through a nerve. I screamed and used every curse word in existence to describe the excruciating pain I was in - and for 4 months I had no feeling in that finger. So I cannot, cannot fathom what he felt. He lost consciousness. My strong, wonderful brother - hurt. Can't believe it. His wife, thankfully, was in the house, heard him yell, and ran out and found him passed out. Called the ambulance.
He was taken to the hospital, where they informed the family he needed to be transferred to a hospital where he could have proper surgeons fix him. Nearest hospital? Over one hour away. They could not take him in a helicopter because of the storm. You know what is freaky and ironic? On my brother's facebook status he warned everyone to be careful, and he said, "...today the snow is not your friend." He posted that about 2 hours before this happened.
I just got word that they are performing surgery and believe he will do well since he has some sensation in his hand. Chuito is in surgery now. Worst part? I can't be there. I can't be there with my brother and I can't be there and comfort mom. For the first time in my life, I am physically unable to be there. I am always, always, always there. I tried, but it is treacherous. My car would never make it. My other brothers begged me to stay home. So I am left to pray. I called mom and I said, "Isn't there something in the Bible that says, 'When two or more are gathered in my name, there I am...or you get an express line or something to God?" Mom says, "yes." So we prayed together on the phone. We prayed hard. And I said toward the end. "I pray that the surgeon's hands and eyes are now YOUR hands and eyes....and I thank you, God, that the same hand that the enemy tried to take from my brother is saved..and that same hand will raise up in testimony and praise!. I rarely get very religious, but this is the time. And then I said, His hand will be raised as a testament to Your goodness that no weapon formed against me (him) shall prosper!
Please pray for my brother...he is still in surgery. When you do so, use his name, Chuito, as God prefers when we are specific. I love him. I need him to be okay - for himself, for his wife, for his daughter. He is a good, good man...one of the few good ones!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
When You Lose Someone, I'm Sorry and Why
I received word that my very good friend's mother died. Horrible. Sad. Speechless. These are the times that become so hard to find the language to express how you feel. These are the times where awkward moments precede the normal conversation. These are the times we are always faced with our own mortalities and those of our loved ones. And that always scares us. So we get quiet and use the most famous words during these times:WHY & I'm sorry.
I think the phrase, "I'm sorry," was created in place of , "Oh, my God, I have no idea what to say right now...I feel horrible for you...I wish this wasn't happening." The word, "Why," is part of the grieving process, I understand. But who wouldn't ask, "Why? Why did mom have to go now, when I needed her most." or "I was just talking to her yesterday, and she was so happy." or "She was so healthy." or "I wish I hadn't said the things I did...or I was going to finally visit her today."
So the only thing I could do is tell my friend and his family that I was sorry; that I am there for them even if they need me to do laundry or babysit; that I'm here is they just want someone to listen or hold them. I posted something on their page: I will keep her and your family who I love so much in my prayers...you know how I know she's great? She raised a GREAT and AMAZING family! I love you all...call me if you need me, and I truly will be there! Love & Blessings! That is all you can do, my friends...the best thing you can do for your friend who has lost a loved one is BE THERE...whether it is to hold them, to listen, to encourage them, or to pray for them - with them, on their behalf, to say you love them, to honor them...but BE THERE. Hold their hand, go to the services, call them and say hello every day until you know that they're okay...and then call them again.
To the Venuto family: You befriended me during a time in my life when I needed to experience something new. You showed me love, you opened a new world to me, and took me places where I've never been. Because of you, I understand that families who love and are functional DO exist. Because of you, I have felt like I have a bigger family who accepts me. Because of you I have laughed and learned Italian, and had pasta with crabs and gravy. You've lifted me during some of my darkest moments. Because of you, I am blessed with the greatest friends. This blog is dedicated to "Nonna"...may she rest in peace and I thank her for raising a BRILLIANT family. I love you. I'm praying for you. I'm here for you.
To My fans: Hug your loved one tonight...in their honor. Thank you.
I think the phrase, "I'm sorry," was created in place of , "Oh, my God, I have no idea what to say right now...I feel horrible for you...I wish this wasn't happening." The word, "Why," is part of the grieving process, I understand. But who wouldn't ask, "Why? Why did mom have to go now, when I needed her most." or "I was just talking to her yesterday, and she was so happy." or "She was so healthy." or "I wish I hadn't said the things I did...or I was going to finally visit her today."
So the only thing I could do is tell my friend and his family that I was sorry; that I am there for them even if they need me to do laundry or babysit; that I'm here is they just want someone to listen or hold them. I posted something on their page: I will keep her and your family who I love so much in my prayers...you know how I know she's great? She raised a GREAT and AMAZING family! I love you all...call me if you need me, and I truly will be there! Love & Blessings! That is all you can do, my friends...the best thing you can do for your friend who has lost a loved one is BE THERE...whether it is to hold them, to listen, to encourage them, or to pray for them - with them, on their behalf, to say you love them, to honor them...but BE THERE. Hold their hand, go to the services, call them and say hello every day until you know that they're okay...and then call them again.
To the Venuto family: You befriended me during a time in my life when I needed to experience something new. You showed me love, you opened a new world to me, and took me places where I've never been. Because of you, I understand that families who love and are functional DO exist. Because of you, I have felt like I have a bigger family who accepts me. Because of you I have laughed and learned Italian, and had pasta with crabs and gravy. You've lifted me during some of my darkest moments. Because of you, I am blessed with the greatest friends. This blog is dedicated to "Nonna"...may she rest in peace and I thank her for raising a BRILLIANT family. I love you. I'm praying for you. I'm here for you.
To My fans: Hug your loved one tonight...in their honor. Thank you.
Ladies and Ladies: The Aventura Interview on Video!
A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about my anxiety about interviewing the Kings of Bachata, Aventura. You read what happened behind the scenes. You know my thoughts, and the events that happened before and after. But...you didn't SEE it...for your viewing pleasure. Here it is!! Enjoy! View The Interview Here !
Monday, February 22, 2010
Take a Breath And Hold Your Reaction
Took Mom to physical therapy today, as she's been recovering from hip replacement surgery. She has had a long and tough road to healing, but I'm so proud of her and her effort to be well. My nieces were as beautiful as always. I bought the movie "I Can Do Bad All By Myself" and cried like an actress doing a Kleenex commercial. The movie moves me, inspires me, and makes me want to go back to church. Truth is I love church. I really do! I love community, gospel music, singing and clapping, praying and feeling good! I just sometimes disagree with a lot of things that it teaches sometimes, and feel torn between feeling like a hyprocritical sinner and being brave enough to think that it is possible to love ALL people even if they believe diffrently than me.
I hate to admit it, but Mr. Mak keeps haunting my brain. It sucks and I want to be all tough about it, and say, well, he let me down, but he's there. There's a connection there...and it's beyond a physical attraction. Can't explain it too well. We've had such great conversations, and I think he has the perfect combination of intelligence and humility; manliness and empathy; dangerous and safe, lol...or maybe I'm just out of my mind!!! Because here's the kicker...are you ready? Take a breath and hold your reaction...here goes.
I've NEVER met him in person. The story is long, and one day, maybe I will let you know the whole story. Long story short we began as pen pals, graduated to texting, calling...but everytime we have a date planned something goes wrong either on his side or mine. Just when I tried to get him out of my mind...
Mr. Mak sent me a text...he had good news, and I was excited for him and congratulated him. I had put my phone down while watching the movie and suddenly realized he'd been trying to contact me...damn!!
Did I mention??
I
MISS
CANDY!!
LOL..I can do this...but something's gotta give. I need a date!! Or a piece of candy! Or date with candy in his hand...Sweet dreams!
I hate to admit it, but Mr. Mak keeps haunting my brain. It sucks and I want to be all tough about it, and say, well, he let me down, but he's there. There's a connection there...and it's beyond a physical attraction. Can't explain it too well. We've had such great conversations, and I think he has the perfect combination of intelligence and humility; manliness and empathy; dangerous and safe, lol...or maybe I'm just out of my mind!!! Because here's the kicker...are you ready? Take a breath and hold your reaction...here goes.
I've NEVER met him in person. The story is long, and one day, maybe I will let you know the whole story. Long story short we began as pen pals, graduated to texting, calling...but everytime we have a date planned something goes wrong either on his side or mine. Just when I tried to get him out of my mind...
Mr. Mak sent me a text...he had good news, and I was excited for him and congratulated him. I had put my phone down while watching the movie and suddenly realized he'd been trying to contact me...damn!!
Did I mention??
I
MISS
CANDY!!
LOL..I can do this...but something's gotta give. I need a date!! Or a piece of candy! Or date with candy in his hand...Sweet dreams!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
To Kiss Or Not To Kiss...that is the question.
Okay. Let's say you're single, and haven't had a date in a while, a few months. Suddenly, someone who you met in passing asks you out. He's handsome, well-established and eager to go out with you. So you go out. The date is romantic. He opens the door for you, compliments you, takes you to a great place to eat. The conversation is good, the chemistry is there, and you find yourself blushing. The evening is over. He kisses you...and kisses you...and it gets to a point where you're flustered. That's what happened to me!
Those kisses can become quite intense fairly quickly if I just let it go. But that's when I'm in dangerous territory. My mind races...how far...oh, that kiss so warm...should I let...wow, he's a great kisser...him...STOP!! I stop him before I know his hands will want to wander and explore. I call it a night. I thank him, tell him I would love to see him again. I get home, lock the door and lean against the bathroom wall: "That was close, whew - cold shower, cold shower! " It's isn't that I'm not human or have no desires, but I always remind myself there are consequences such as pregnancy, disease, and possibly having him label me as a slut...So can you tell me what happened next.
NOTHING!!! That's right, ladies and gentlemen...NEVER HEARD FROM HIM AGAIN! I suffer for a week, replaying the date in my mind over and over again. The only thing that comes to mind is that I refused his advances. Bottom line. in New York slang: He thought he was gonna get some!! NAH AH, LOL! Oh by the way, that story is from an episode that occurred over a year ago.
Tonight, after a year, he called me. "Judy, I miss you, girl!" "You miss me? What do you miss about me?" I challenged him. He said he missed my company and wanted to reconnect....Yea, connect I'm sure. Here's the freaking weird thing...I like him still. He is charming and has all the right words...this is the kind of man I warn women about when I perform. LOL...I know he's full of it...so I told him no. I wish that men would just be honest..."Hi, we don't know each other well, but I'd like to just have sex with you. You know, just tell the truth. I can work with the truth. Tell the truth and let ME decide what I want to do with it. Just don't pretend that I'm an idiot and don't know the game you're playing. But in my foolish loneliness, I am almost tempted to see if a year has "changed" him. Isn't that just like a girl...that I would hold on to hope that a man has changed. But I am a 41 year old woman now. I'm much smarter than that. So yes, I go to bed one more night alone, but I have my virtue, I have my integrity, I don't lose my good reputation, and I don't drive myself crazy obssessing whether or not I'm pregnant...Yea, I did the right thing. He was a great kisser though, LOL
Those kisses can become quite intense fairly quickly if I just let it go. But that's when I'm in dangerous territory. My mind races...how far...oh, that kiss so warm...should I let...wow, he's a great kisser...him...STOP!! I stop him before I know his hands will want to wander and explore. I call it a night. I thank him, tell him I would love to see him again. I get home, lock the door and lean against the bathroom wall: "That was close, whew - cold shower, cold shower! " It's isn't that I'm not human or have no desires, but I always remind myself there are consequences such as pregnancy, disease, and possibly having him label me as a slut...So can you tell me what happened next.
NOTHING!!! That's right, ladies and gentlemen...NEVER HEARD FROM HIM AGAIN! I suffer for a week, replaying the date in my mind over and over again. The only thing that comes to mind is that I refused his advances. Bottom line. in New York slang: He thought he was gonna get some!! NAH AH, LOL! Oh by the way, that story is from an episode that occurred over a year ago.
Tonight, after a year, he called me. "Judy, I miss you, girl!" "You miss me? What do you miss about me?" I challenged him. He said he missed my company and wanted to reconnect....Yea, connect I'm sure. Here's the freaking weird thing...I like him still. He is charming and has all the right words...this is the kind of man I warn women about when I perform. LOL...I know he's full of it...so I told him no. I wish that men would just be honest..."Hi, we don't know each other well, but I'd like to just have sex with you. You know, just tell the truth. I can work with the truth. Tell the truth and let ME decide what I want to do with it. Just don't pretend that I'm an idiot and don't know the game you're playing. But in my foolish loneliness, I am almost tempted to see if a year has "changed" him. Isn't that just like a girl...that I would hold on to hope that a man has changed. But I am a 41 year old woman now. I'm much smarter than that. So yes, I go to bed one more night alone, but I have my virtue, I have my integrity, I don't lose my good reputation, and I don't drive myself crazy obssessing whether or not I'm pregnant...Yea, I did the right thing. He was a great kisser though, LOL
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