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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

My Celeb-Reality (Lost Opportunities)

I watched him do his thing on stage and there was something about him that made me a little moist. He had a body that screamed 2 hours in the gym 5 days a week at least and a smile as bright as the stage lights. Every time he laughed with the crowd at his own jokes I melted. We’d met about two hours before the show I’d organized for a school. I talked to him and the rest of the performers about the logistics of the evening and made sure they had everything they needed. Trying to maintain my professional cool, I'd noticed him from the moment he walked in. I’m such a sucker for a nice smile and he came in displaying all 32 pearly whites…joking around with his boys who had tagged along for the trip. As I spoke and got everyone situated, I kept catching him watching me. I knew he wasn’t THAT interested in what I had to say and I was pretty sure he’d noticed me flirting with my eyes as well.

I have this rule about mixing business with pleasure so I tried to put my physical attraction to him in the back pocket of my DKNY’s and keep it moving but it wasn’t working out too well. We made eye contact a million times that night and when he walked off the stage after his time was up he passed me and grabbed the side of my waist with one hand as I told him good job. “Thanks Ma. I’ma come holla at you in a minute”. Sigh. That’s my spot dammit. Something about a man’s hands around my waist—clothed or naked—means trouble for me. After the show was wrapped and the crowd dispersed, one of the road managers came to ask me if some of my girls and I wanted to go grab a bite to eat. I knew what that meant. They wanted to see where the end of the night could really take them. I named a few places, they picked a diner close to the school and we headed out. We sat across from each other during the meal. We watched one another the whole night without making it too obvious and after we were done and his crew was getting ready to hit the road he came up behind me and grabbed my waist again. Problem. He sent chills up my spine as he squeezed my spot again and leaned into my ear. “Yeah, I’m gonna need to get to know you Miss.” I was intrigued. He was so matter of fact and the bass in his voice was extra sexy. He handed me a napkin with his number written on it. “I’m not even gonna ask for yours. You call me when you ready”. My panties were wet. All I could manage to get out was “OK, that’s cool. Thanks.”

I’m not sure how but I misplaced the damn napkin and didn’t find it until about a week later. I’d already had two or three dreams where I was up in the air, back against the wall with my legs on his shoulders and his face in my pussy. I dialed his number and let him know who it was calling. After I jogged his memory he said, “Damn ma, you wait til I’m all the way across the country to call me, that’s messed up. I was waiting for you”. After explaining that I’d mistakenly lost his number we spoke for about two hours. For weeks we tried to make plans to see each other but for some reason never got it together. Eventually I guess we just stopped trying. Every now and then he’ll appear in one of my dreams or I’ll see him on TV or in a scene in a movie and I’ll kick myself for missing out. Definitely an opportunity I wish I’d taken advantage of.

Ever had or almost had a sexual encounter with a celebrity?

Check out the rest of the 'Lost Opportunities' with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in today's group post: Hubman, Topaz, Aurore, Petal, Autumn, Duchess, Nyxmst, Perv, Bdenied, Andy, Redheaded Ridinghood, Southerngirl, Eden's Dragon, Library Vixen and Dick Fitzwell!!!


The Duchess said...

Not even close.
This is pretty darn tragic though!

Library Vixen said...

Oh, you blew it girl. Sorry, for sure a lost op.

Mistress Bliss said...

Ummm celeb encounters don't seem as intriguing. Something about knowing they've been around the block takes the allure out the process.

Topaz said...

I'm sorry I didn't comment until now, but DAMN girl! Those have got to be the words that make something crack inside you... "I was waiting for you..."
Can you imagine if you ever ran into him again?