the love...the hate...i know you wanna think your shit don't stank...and other random dedications
the order is arbitrary...i love coffee before i go for my morning run at the gym.
i love temps.
i love my morning bowl of cereal and soy milk.
i love sushi
i love making out...
i love wine
i love a good necking session...
bringing me to...
loving IT man more today than yesterday.
loving the photographer from hip-hop karaoke.
nothing's fine i'm torn.
i'm all out of faith, this is how i feel.
thank you, natalie.
my heart, torn.
moving...
on...
yesterday - june 9th - was one, robert kelly's birthday.
robert kelly was my childhood crush.
and by that i mean, he was the most adorable black child ever.
caramel colored skin, flat top with a fade on the sides, and he was always rocking an array of mickey mouse sweatshirts. these sweatshirts repped the black mickey - with gold chains, cross color jeans, over-sized karl kani t-shirts and a flat top between both ears...
it was hot.
i'm not in touch with robert anymore, he moved to PA when i was 13...
but i'll always remember his birthday.
yesterday, my roommate - Giuseppina - chaperoned the JHS prom at her school.
it made me reflect on my JHS prom.
it was a humid day in June. hair was frizzing, i was large, i had no date, my best friend was going with quite a troubled young man...and by that i mean a 15 year old colombian drug lord.
but what i remember most is shopping for this dress...
my mom and pop hadto drive me to the 5 towns shopping center because there i could find a dress...
i could find a dress there because they housed the only sizes unlimited close enough to my house.
there was no avenue, dress barn woman or fashion bug, plus.
*ok, if you're fat as a child and going into adulthood - the tags on your clothing should not say sizes unlimited. i mean lane bryant has become a household name for women of shape and size and badonk - but can't all sizes just get along...
i digress...
i was a size 22 in the 8th grade.
my dress was black with little white flowers, and i tried to feel pretty.
please see notes on the weather above.
i was dateless.
i drank too much coca-cola.
i had gas.
i came home ill.
as opposed to my HS prom. a hot bodied size 22/24...with a hot date, who was a friend of mine at the time...who i have recently come to find out is gay and in drug rehab. thank you friendster for the note on his sexuality, thank you close friend sources for the notes on rehab.
we looked cute together. we took excellent pictures.
my point, my point, temps...
maybe this wouldn't have happened if the interweb was more than just an aol dial up connection back in 94' or 98'...
the only thing people used the worldwide for was love at aol, chat rooms and instant messaging...
ergo my first date ever, a plus-sized 18 yr old, with one - henry, from bay ridge.
henry and i instant messaged everyday for 2 months.
we never spoke on the phone.
henry was asian.
profiles gave you minimal details back then.
i didn't know about henry's favorite book, sex scene, humbling moment, religious preference, doggy? missionary? ...i knew none of it.
henry asked if he could take me to see 'the titanic' for valentine's day.
i agreed.
my first hint should have been that he called the movie 'the' titanic...
i called my cousin d, she was 21 at the time and drove a hot blue neon with a sticker in the back window that said 'da bomb.'
she came in from strong island, to meet up with rocky - the guido she met on aol - and we doubled.
and by that i mean, we set up a sting operation.
i feared henry would be opposed to my plus sized beauty, so i needed buffers.
my brother came with one of his atrocious girlfriends.
he sat in the back of the theater quietly.
i meet henry.
he hardly speaks english.
and by hardly speaks english, i mean he put the in front of every word and i asked him to repeat everything he said to me. whispering sweet nothings wouldn't have worked, as i would have had no clue what the eff was going on.
henry: oh, tonight we go at to meet at the sheepshead bay.
sheepshead bay was the movie theater.
he said this while i was next to him, waiting in front of the theater.
henry tried to hold my hand.
henry bought us popcorn.
henry told me he had 'good time.'
henry told me i was 'the nice.'
henry was sweet, despite the fact that i'm making fun of him now.
henry wasn't hayting on my lovely lady lumps.
henry asked me out again.
i was a turd.
i dodged his phone calls.
maybe if there is ever a release of the titanic part deux, henry and i will make cyber love once again.
and about my cousin d...
rocky was hot, but i don't think he and d ever kicked it.
my bromax is still dating atrocious girls.
i am no longer shopping in sizes unlimited.
and i think today is going to be a good day.
posted by tinamarie @ 7:53 AM
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