About my hottie, well.... errr....ummm, somebody's hottie!

As you may or may not know it is cold as hell here.  I don't know how many females I've seen with no hat, no boots, and no gloves.  Just to give you some type of idea of just how cold it is, last week when I left the house, it was -5 degrees. ( and that is without the wind chill factor which would make it seem as if it were about 20 below) These chicks have got to know that it is too dayum cold outside to try to be cute.  I know they were freezing there asses off. Hell, I left the house looking like the abominable snow woman and I was still cold but I digress, this is supposed to be about the hottie.

 After work, I was having this craving for tacos.  I had been  thinking about them all day at work( Yes, these tacos are just that good, and I'm not particularly a taco person) so when I got off, I stop by this little "hood " spot and was surprised to see that as cold as it was out, nukkas was still huggin' the block.  Anyway, I'm trying to find a parking spot close to the restaurant and I see dudes just standing in front of the place near the door, but those tacos were calling my name so its whatever.  Anyway,  I m walking to the place and as I'm walking one of the guys says "Dayum mama , You got some pretty eyes,  a nigga can get lost in them muhfuccas". I said "Thank You, I think" and kept on stepping.  When I got to the door, someone opened it for me, I said thanks and that was that. I really didn't pay to much attention to them because dudes on the block in the cold 24-7 can't do a dayum thing for me.  I'm at the counter ordering and  dude follows me in and says "So,  you got a man, You got a name?"  I said "Excuse me but I'm trying to order, thank you" and he started laughing and says "Oh my bad."  I finished ordering and proceeded to move to the side with my back still turned to the guy hoping he would get the hint that I did not want to be bothered. I was cold, tired, and hungry and with me, those things could equal bitch if I'm rubbed the wrong way.  Anyway, he kept  trying to make conversation asking me if I had a name and I said "I do" then he asked me if I had a man, I must admit, dude was persistent because I know I would not be trying to talk to someone who kept their back turned to me.  My phone started ringing so I reached in my pocket to answer it and my keys fell out.  Dude bent down to pick them up to hand them to me and I turn around to thank him and whooo Lawd. This man was gorgeous!  My nipples even stood up and saluted him!  I mean he had on a hat and a hoodie so the only things that were really visible  to me were his eyes ( albeit through sunglasses) and his mouth.  He had the most beautiful smile I've ever seen and that's no lie.  Pretty teeth, buttery soft skin,( if I had  touched him I bet it would've felt like it)  mustache and goatee and just.... Umm Ummm Ummmm Dayum! I couldn't do anything but stare at him and I wouldn't be surprised if my mouth was hanging open while I was doing it.  Somehow, I managed to thank him for picking up my keys and he just stood there and grinned. He  told me his name and I told him mine and then he asked for my number.  I just totally forgot about the phone call that I was on,   hell that heffa could hold on indefinitely.  I said, how about you give me yours and I'll call you.  He laughed again and said you're a difficult one but okay.  He asked me for some paper to write it on  and I had none so he ended up writing it on a 20 dollar bill.  Lol I had to laugh when he handed it over but he said that was the only paper he had.  I guess that I was  supposed  to be impressed but if he wanted to impress me he could've pulled out about 50  more of them twenties and then I may have  possibly been impressed.  Anyway, this man so had me in a  trance that I wasn't even aware that they called my number to pick up my order.  I excused myself, picked up my order and then he walked me to my car amidst whistles and whoops from his boys.  I thanked him, gave him a smile and a wave and pulled off.  I didn't look back although it took everything in me not to get one more glimpse of that man's beautiful smile.  When I made it home, reality started to sink in.  As much as I love the thug swagger, I simply cannot do the thug thing .  I'm getting too old for that shyt  no matter how attractive he may have been .   With eternal longing and remorse, I think  that it's best that I  erase the man and the number from my memory.  Well, on second thought what can one phone call possibly hurt  I mean really,  This man had my undivided attention once I decided to give him mine and I am so itching to test the waters even though I know he is so not good for me.