I am so sick and tired of being alone on a Friday or Saturday night. I go out with the girls and check out the guys and some think they are much too good to go out with us. The white men have an issue and it's called ego. They get their ego bruised if you call them on something you know that you are right about him and he hates you for you bringing it up and he knows deep down you are right.
One Saturday night, I got myself dressed and ready to go out and find myself a man. I called some of the girls and they weren't interested. I don't normally go out alone, but tonight was different. I needed to go out, I needed a drink and by God I needed a man in my bed.
About 15 minutes from my apartment is this great neighborhood bar on the border of a not so great area. Mostly Spanish and Black lived in that area and crime is high with robberies, murders and rape. I grew up in the other town on the opposite side of this time and hung out there my younger days. I lost my virginity to a black man when I was 15 because I had a fight with my parents over dating a black guy.
I know that anyone looking at me tonight would say I was a target; you know, the woman that is marked as a potential rape victim. I had on a short black skirt, fishnet stockings, medium heels and a top that revealed my ample titties as my black male friends call them as the spill over the the skimpy blue and black piece of material what was suppose to be my top.