Getting Nervous
I’m going out with The Man tonight. And I fully expect to get laid. Like, five times.
Have I mentioned he’s cool as hell, very talented as a hip-hop artist (I had been listening to his CD every day for a week before I even met the guy, which just made me like him even more), too charming for his own good, and oh yes–a big hot black guy? mmmmmmmm (I have a thing for foreigners and anyone with darkish skin… what can I say, I like ‘em tall dark and handsome (and funny and smart and sexy, while I’m at it)
And yet, I’m getting nervous as hell.








