I usually find myself drifting from one event to another hoping to make a connection, but always walking away with empty promises or superficial interactions that lead nowhere. I recall meeting Sadjyah at one of those gatherings called munches. She was sitting in a corner at a huge table filled with polite strangers. Sadjyah liked to play it coy and discreet but it was damn near impossible to ignore her. Her height alone made her a target for unwanted attention.
Sadjyah was a unique blend of erotic and amazon. Her demeanor was very graceful without being forceful. Thick brows carefully drawn on her elongated face, sharp angular cheekbones stood out under her slanted brown eyes. Residue of lipstick stained her full luscious lips. She was extraordinarily striking, and I think she knew this. Her hair slicked back into a tight ponytail gave her a severe appearance.
The painted smile on her face showed a level of discomfort, after awhile she grew weary and the once pleasant smile now turned into a cautious smirk. I can see the vulture's carefully placing themselves around her, when it was assumed she wasn't looking.
I usually go to these events as a means to keep myself busy. Sometimes I am awarded with a sense of self imposed accomplishment, this makes me feel like I have done something special or even important.
This was one of the many munches, after a while of doing this you realize not one is better than the last. I just stick myself in a corner and try to look interested. I find myself in a few frivolous exchanges varying from individual experiences to commenting on the weather. The only thing there that held my interest was the thick juicy burger complemented with spicy wings. The food alone made the awkwardness worth it.
After babysitting my cup of soda, exhausted from the typical dead end conversations. I decided it was time to go. Making my exit, I looked around the restaurant for the hostess.
My eyes briefly encountered a professional man. His attire was far from casual, the two piece navy suit with a grey dress shirt set him apart from the rest. His checkered print tie, the colors of burgundy, navy, grey and pink uniformly repeat as it descend throughout the neck piece. The pattern was interesting for such a formal attire.
Hand tucked in one pocket a cocktail in the other, he walked around the bar. Every once in awhile I see him chatting away with a member which to me was strange. I have never seen him before but he seems to be friendly with the veterans of the group. I watched him in the midst of my attempt to pin down Caitlyn. I briefly analyze his behavior, strut, smile, laugh ..... I realized he was a lot shorter than I first observed. His blazer now open was pulled back and pinned against him revealing his rounded abdomen. I am not sure why, and maybe it's the fact that I am a big girl myself. I found it add some quality to his character. The pudge didn't detract anything from him. As he made his way around I start to mentally chant my NO MOVE ON! NOT ME! Mantra.
Desperately seeking out Caitlyn, eyes finally pinning it's intended mark. Caitlyn, smiled walking towards me in the midst of her salvation run she just had to stop and speak to the overdressed stranger,they hugged. How convenient they know each other, she grasped his hand and continued her journey approaching me. AW, Crap! Another fifteen minutes of awkward conversation. I was just making my way out. I politely smiled. "Anomi, this is M.", we shook hands. "Hi, nice to meet you." His voice sounds a lot younger than his persona.
A finger appeared over Caitlyn shoulder, it was Sadjyah letting her know she is on her way out.
"NOT, Yet!!!" Caitlyn is something else.
“Hey folks this is Sadjyah” I thought that was her nickname on the site. She introduced us all again.
Then she asked the damn question.
“So who is not going to my party?”
M replied, “ I might be late but I definitely will be there.”
Sadjyah made a face.
“Oh, no you don't your coming and so are you Anomi. It's going to be awesome.I would hate to think anyone would miss my annual bash.” I looked the other direction, I didn't remember making any promises.
She poked me on the side. " A, you’re going!" Imagine me in the middle of strangers but ass naked. I know I have stated that it was an adventure I would one day pursue but damn.
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