Pissing on Trees

He extended a dinner invite, which turned into lunch plans…which he canceled an hour before we were supposed to meet…

He was hosting a white party that evening, and I knew I would see him there…and I knew I would be looking damn fly.

I wore a white pencil skirt, that hugged the azz just right, had on a white button down (with the peek-a-boo) cleavage, and a wide black belt around the waist to break up all the white…with large gold hoop earrings, a black sateen clutch, and my black and gold peep toe sling-backs (pictured here). I always feel sexy, but I was in overdrive this evening…

The party started at nine, we got there around ten…normally would not be in the house until eleven, but they stopped serving the free Ciroc then, and my friend was trying to get her $20 worth.

I decide to go the ladies room to adjust myself…had a slight wardrobe malfunction getting out the car…well, my entire right boob decides to pop out of my undergarment…just as the parking attendant was approaching, lol. (This happened later that night while on the dance floor too).

So, I am on my way to the ladies room just to give myself a look over and refresh the gloss…when I see him approaching…looking sexy as hell in his white pants, button down shirt, and white vest with thin pink pinstripes…

“You look good.” he says through a smile as he hugs me. “What are you up to?”

“Going to the ladies room right now”, thinking…damn that smile, I wanted to be mad at him for cancelling, but he was just looking too good for me to care at the moment…

“What are you up to?” he asks again.

“At the moment, I am going to the ladies room.” As I walk off.

I go back out and catch up with my friends, in the same spot I left them…by the bar, lol.

I have a clear view of him standing on the corner of the dance floor…I take off to make my rounds, to see what else is going on in the spot…I approach him, intending to walk past him, when he reaches out and takes my hand…drawing me into him…

“You’re looking good.”

Ha, I’m thinking…this is the second time he’s said that…

“Thank you and you’re looking nice yourself.”

“What have you been up to?”

I wanted to say…cussing your flakey azz out for cancelling on me at the last minute…but I do not want him to know I am the bit phased.

So I reply with, “Working hard and I am kinda tired and sleepy now”

“You better drink a red bull” I hear him say as I walk off.

The night goes on, and I am having a good time…actually trying to stay away from him because the last thing I want is for him to think I am watching him…although I caught him watching me on a few occasions.

The first time being as I approached my homeboy, his business partner…it was beginning to get a lil' warm in the place, and “e” said I was hot only because I had just been hugged by him, to which I responded, I was already hot before you touched me, and shimmied as I walked off…

Yeah, I caught him eyeing me during that entire exchange.

My girl, was like…”He is all up in your shit, I can tell by the way he’s looking at you”.

Well…I know I was looking good…and he was up in my shit as my girl stated…but I don’t know what led to this…

I am standing on the dance floor, front and center…

This negro walks up to me, in a public place, in a room filled with people that we both know…says “Hey pretty lady”, as he rubs his hand across my azz…while kissing me on the cheek then on the neck…

Now…this caught me completely off guard…I looked up at the chick standing across from me and she had this “I ain’t mad atcha smirk” on her face…I mean, the man is fione!

But in the moment…I don’t think I was flattered or turned on…I was more so puzzled…

What was the motivation behind that?

Was this negro pissing on trees?

I mean, the biatches are not going to care, if anything that will only motivate them to be in his face even more, because they want an azz rub too, lol…and the negros well, they might be like, “Aww, my bad, I did not realize that was you man.”

And if so, why did he feel the need to do that? Why do men do that?

We ain’t fuking, but his body language throughout the night would have told a different story…

Hmmm…

Oh yeah, and we are supposed to be rescheduling lunch…

We shall see.