I JUST HAD A DAMN GOOD LUNCH

I just had me a damn good lunch. I believe I had the male version of a Golden Booty moment. I didn't really feel like going out of my way for lunch today so I decided to take a quick walk to the Popeyes across the skreet from my job. The restaurant was semi-packed but I wasn't sweatin' it. So, as I'm waiting in line I decide to look around and see if I can find a cutie to rest my eyes on. **Diclaimer: If you happen to be that cutie, that does not mean I'm trying to hook with you; it simply means I find your looks more appealing than the picture of a fried limb torn from a chicken's corpse posted on or near the menu** Looking around, I didn't find anyone that held my eyes' interest. So as my eyes proceed to look up at the menu, I glance at the girl taking orders behind the counter. Okay, my eyes have found that cutie. My eyes look her over and zero in on attractive features: #1 Wow, pretty eyes, #2 Hmm, nice medium complexion, okay I'm feelin that #3 can't quite check out her figure cuz of the damn uniform but looks to have a nice slim figure. Alright, cool. So, I keep looking around cuz I don't want her to think I'm obsessing over her, plus, I ain't one to be sweatin' no-fukkin-body. I just take a glance from time to time. It just so happens, however, that I find her scopin' me out too. So I'm like cool, we're just vibin' here. Time comes for me to place my order. We didn't change tones or give each other any extra smiles or anything... at first. As she hands me my receipt, we exchange eye contact, I crack a lil smile and she starts cheesin' :o) I play it off cool cuz like I said, I ain't trying to hook up with anybody; we're just letting each other know that we recognize each other, nahmean? I'm waiting for my grub, she keeps taking orders, we keep sharing glances. Then, as I go to sit down I find other women in the place scopin' me out and exchanging comments to their friends. I didn't really find these women appealing but the stares were flattering. I sit down to eat and enjoy my dead poultry and boom, I get another woman peepin' me out. This time, however, it was a white woman that looked to be in her early to mid 30's. This came as a surprise to me cuz I NEVER seem to appeal to white women. I don't date them or anything, mostly cuz they never seem to take interest in me. Today, however, was different. This white chica checked me out both times she passed me. Then there was a definite beauty in a lime green (trust me, she had to have looked good to sport lime green) top and semi tight jeans. My eye's start scopin': #1 Pretty eyes, okay #2 great smile, mhmm 3# great figure 4# o-oh, she's got a lil extra sass in that walk. **Sass is nice but when women flaunt it a little extra hard, I tend to not like that. It gives off the impression of "I'm all that". Kinda like when a guy walks around with his chest too far out; it makes him look like he thinks he's the shit. A man likes a woman that walks with confidence but sometimes that little extra twerk is a little too much** Anywayz, I could see her using her peripherals but what really let me know she was peepin' was how her robust friend turned around to look in my direction. I'm not gonna lie, she looked madd good but I wasn't going to ask her for no number nor was I going to offer mine. The interest that she showed was very mild, not enough for me to bother starting a conversation with her. I could tell she was used to guys hitting on her by her demeanor and to be quite honest, I didn't feel like being another one of them niggas and giving her the pleasure of sweatin' her, especially when so many eyes were on me; that really would have made her feel like the shit. From my experience with them model type broads, they get a rush from turning down guys that women are sweatin; nah bruh, I don't feel like playin' along with that shit just so you can add me to that list of niggas you've shot down. Fuhgetabotit.

I started to wonder what was so special about today that I was getting stares. Could it be the weather has women feeling more flirtatious? Could it just be this fit I'm wearing? I don't know but they sure are turning their necks. It's gotta be the fit: a white South Pole turtle neck sweater, navy blue South Pole pants, and of course my Cortez G-Nikes. Message to self: Get some more proper looking Hip Hop attire... and by gollie don't stop with the G-Nikes, solja!!! Maybe I really am an attractive man and the fit just complimented me. That last one is the one I'd really like to believe...

I walked out of the restaurant feeling full from the food and refreshed by the events. When the cashier peeped me out, I felt like an attractive thug nigga; when the white woman checked me out, I felt like the Latin lover an anglo woman fantasizes about behind her white hubby's back; when the model type chic scoped me out, I felt like the handsome, successful professional, some women dream of getting. I have to admit, I liked it. I won't let that shit get to my head though. Like I've said in the past, personality makes or breaks beauty, and a stuck up personality is a fucked up personality. If I was to ask one of these 3 for her number however, which do you think I would have chosen?