It has been a while since I have bogged about anything. Not because I have not had things to write about, Lord knows the antics I deal with when I try to mix business with an associate that is constantly shifting in his seat while telling me how sexy me feet are...I have just been in my head alot about things...wanting to, needing to express them with someone, somewhere...so here I am...(smile)

I recenty had dinner with someone in the industry (first mistake, dinner means cocktails, means something in a small glass that makes you smile alot, means unexpected subject changes)and although it began with the obvious how are you's and how is business exchanges, it quickly became a lesson in the importance of a buffer. Trust me, I know there are a few different meanings attached to this title, so for the sake of clarity, with some patience and a little more reading...I will bless you with this clarity I speak of (smile)

Here is the scene...I am invited to dinner by this person and because I am also visiting a friend, I invite him to come along. Now in the front of my mind, I am thinking how this would be a great opportunity for an introduction of the two, but in the back...where all the smarty smart stuff lurks, I am thinking I may need a buffer. (theres that word again, but I pormise it will all makes sense) My friend declines to accompnay me (shame on him) and so I meet this associate for dinner...alone. Now I can't help it that my curls were falling just right that night or that my lipstick somehow seemed to be extra glossy, or that the glitter nail polish I had on my toes would inspire such a magnificent contrast with my red shoes (not "those" red ones...smile)

As I greeted him, we shook hands, exhanged how happy we were to be able to get together again, and we took our seats in the lounge. Now, in this setting...it was meant to be casual...those that know me know I love my jeans...so I was happy about that.

He asked if I wanted something to drink as he ordered his first one and a shrimp cocktail. I order a Shirley Temple (I don't drank) as we both looked at the menu. He suggested shrimp cocktail and since I had never tried it...I went with that to begin with.

General conversation went on as we waited for our order...then the order came. It was as if I had put down one book I had started reading from page one, and opened another one somewhere in the middle because within seconds, I had no idea where this particular story began and where I was in it. He took a large shrimp between his two fingers, dipped it in the red sauce, and offered me a bite.... I declined...too intimate for me....and plus, I don't know where your hands have been..He then said, "there is nothing sexier than a woman that will put in her mouth what you offer her"

Now, it took me a minute...but I had to ask myself..."did this dude just make a sexual reference?"..and then he confirmed for me...yes..yes he did as he followed that comment with.." can I jusy say, that I think you are a very sexy woman" In my oh so Javonnie way..I said, thank you, but I think I pale in comparision to the shrimp you seem to be fondling right now....do ya"ll need a room? He laughed as I stood and pointed out that the time had come where he is letting his last drink work his thoughts and in the spirit of keeping this business relationship in tact, I have to leave before it really gets uncomfortable.....for him!

Now, imagine this sane set up with a buffer. (my friend who declined to accompany me - shame on him)

More to come....smile