Thoughts@Jacob Wirth's
...I cant believe this! Im actually older than him... Okay well, only by eight months, but still... His birthday is the day after HarlemWorld's, like the actual real day after her's, in 1968... He my age with three grandchildren!?!?! Well, the Virginia cousins all have Grandchildren... Pisces? Pisces men are loopy, but kinda freaky... Half Jamaican, Half American, Mom from Georgia. So genetically, he's could be hung from either side of the family... He's kinda slim so he gotta carry his weight somewhere... Not that Ill even get to that... He's mentioned Jesus no less than six times in the past thirty minutes... With my luck, he's celibate. Wearing lots of gold, Movado watch, is that a gold tooth? He didnt say one word when we were at Maximus, so I didnt get to see his teeth till now... He has a sexy panty-dropper voice like BarBriMan, but with a Boston accent instead of Queens... Hmmm! This Chocolate Espresso Martini is Scrumpdeli-iscious! Im getting a little tipsy over here... I didnt eat before I came out, and he's not eating now, so I wont. But I really shouldnt have this on an empty stomach... Im talking too much... His Grannybun is making me nervous. He says his dreds are to his waist when he takes them down... Maintains them himself... I would Luuv to play in his hair... Showed me pics of his daughter's wedding at Morningstar last year, married a Spanish or maybe Trini dude... Son-in-law has long hair too. Showed me pics of his Mom, Granddaughter and Step-Granddaughter. His Daughter is expecting, so that's the third... He is so proud... Big Wide Grin... I can tell he loves his girls and his mom... Had to pee... He paid the bill while I was gone... I think I like him.
I asked him the beach or park question. He is a Park, but not hardheaded. I think I could get him to come to the beach if we got him an umbrella. I didnt get a chance to declare myself a Beach, because at that moment, I tripped on my heels in one of those massive cracks in the Chinatown sidewalks (this is where the BigDig money should have gone!)... Part martini, part shoe, part sidewalk... I was SOOO embarrassed. He grabbed my arm to help me get straight... Later, he hugged me goodbye and left for the Orange Line. I think I like him.
He is not my type! Too old, too slim, too quiet, and did I mention that at age thirty-nine he is too old !?!?! But he is gentle and respectful and kind in a way that I havent experienced in like ten years... Like HarlemWorld and Blah said, I gotta stop chasing ice cream trucks and school buses...
I think I like him...
