Old Flames

Tonight while walking to 59th Street from Saks, I passed by Prada and was spotted by a former flame. Our initial meeting was rather interesting. A few years ago, IT Manager and I were at a bar/lounge enjoying a party. Since IT Manager was never man enough to commit, I wandered off and ended up being smitten by another man at the party (herein referred to as KT). KT and I spent the entire evening chatting so comfortably that I forgot all about IT Manager until he came looking for me when we were ready to go home. Even while making love to IT Manager later that night (I love him, just not in love with him so it was more than fucking) I spent the night thinking about KT. We hung out a few times that summer but when he went to Japan to sing, I got back with the ex again and thus we lost touch. So I was pleasantly surprised when he stopped me in the street and said to me "You are the only one I have been thinking about." Either he is full of shit or I left an impression. I already know the answer, all men are full of shit. Despite this fact, I took his card after he swore leaving me several messages that I never returned (maybe I got one or two, I was too stupid being faithful) and promised to call. He asked me to make sure I go to his Halloween party but I told him some bullshit about not having a costume. He said the best thing to me, "Wear a mask and that hot orange dress I met you in." I LOVE that Kookai orange dress. No man has forgotten it. Thanks to IT Manager who brought it for me while we spent a lovely summer day in Montreal. I am glad he is not the only one that got to enjoy it that night.

P.S. As I type this while I watch MTV2, it must suck to be a female rapper and have video hos in your music video who are cuter than you. Yeah, I am talking about you Shawna and Jackie O.