Moisterize My Situation

So yo I get back to Detroit afterwork and I'm at Chene Park trying to get to Will Call. SanginDiva is on deck and I can't wait to meet her. There is only one line going for any request. No short Will Call line, nothing. So I'm standing there and I see this bitch African I can't stand. We got a long ass history. I can't even remember the original transgression, but now I hate his ass on G.P. Anyway, this bastard yells out "If anyone has Will Call tickets, come to this window!" and it's the window he'll be manning. You see, this cat is part of the promotional team that brought SanginDiva to the "D", and he's working the window because they're short staffed. It's a wonder my head didn't explode talking to that bastard.

Anyway this isn't about me, it's about her.

*sigh* Soooooo dreamy! *sigh*

Sometimes people use the word "Diva" too loosely. Sometimes it's used regarding difficult people. Well let me tell ya about the Diva I met.


Sweet, beautiful, tall (legit 6' footer, Africans!!!), tight fuckin' body. My favorite adjective to describe her besides "fuckin' hot" is "willowy". Dios mio! The SanginDiva showed me mad love (not the sticky, delicious kind I love so much). Brought me backstage to meet her peoples (i.e. the band). I was on some ol' all access shit. Fuck what ya heard, SanginDiva is a gotdamn star! I'm not even talking about the golden voice. Y'all KNOW she can sing, you've heard her on her page. I'm telling you she's got star presence, which is much more important that the actual talent to most idiots.

This part of the blog is for her, 'cuz she was busy entertaining the world:

After we hugged each other when we first saw one another and I came back out front, two women I used to date came up to me separately. They wanted to know if we were seeing each other. I told them the truth. "I been trying to get the relationship more serious, but she's just interested in sex, sex, sex. *sigh*" One of the chicks is a dermatologist. I think she wanted to "moisterize my situation" for me. Instead, I declined and "preserved my sexy".

The show was off the hook. The Diva was sangin' her heart out and shaking her booty (yeah, I was lookin'). After the show she brought me back to the dressing area, where we made passionate love on a bearskin duvet. Or I might have just made that shit up.

*sigh*

SanginDiva, I really appreciate everything. You have continued my winning streak of meeting exceptionally cool ass bloggers, sweetie.

I think I might be on to some sort of Black blogger record. I've meet so many bloggers in a 5 day period, in a non-convention atmosphere, it's gotta be a first. This has been an helluva seven days in general.

Stay moist,
KZ