Booty text...

Strange guy #2 had the nerve to booty text me, ya know instead of a phone call, it's a text message. *^whre u at^, *^u out tonite^, and *^Im @ maritas come meet me^. I was already out so... off to Marita'a Cantina I go. Wednesday night is hip-hop night and this place in jam packed and sprinkled with sweaty thugs and hoochie mamas. I truly love hip-hop, but a "hip-hop night" can bring out some nuts. Although the crowd seemed out of control, it was tame, and the DJ played some hip-hop necessities (ya know a little Tribe, LL, DeLaSoul, L.New School, BDP, etc...) It was a complete pick up joint, now I can turn a few heads but this was ridiculous. I went to the rest room and three different sleazy guys tried to pick me up. I spotted strange guy #2 and his friend. Some girl was all up on him, when I finally worked my way through the crowd she was gone. I greeted strange guy #2 and his friend. We chitchatted and reminisced about when we met (a week and a half ago). Anyway its getting late, I must go home, his friend disappears so he has no ride home (how convenient). Twenty minutes later we find his friend, they drive me home, strange guy #2 orders his friend to circle around the block while he walks me to my house. We suck face for a little while and promise to call each other later... just like a nice couple should... right.