Last night was one of those random Detroit nights. I was planning a short simple dinner with my SGC (Single Gal Crew). After we finished dinner we figured it was still early and a nice night so why not head off to get some Cold Stone at Greektown Casino. We hop in my car and drive down Woodward and here kids is where the trouble starts. I could have chosen to turn down any number of streets to head to Greektown, but I take the loop around Campus Martius Park. Well right at the corner there were people sitting on a patio just outside a quaint little bar. Someone in the car says “oh what’s that place”….. “it’s the wine bar…Vine” another person answers. “Hmmm looks cool,”…. "yeah I've been wanting to try it”. Word of advice: NEVER say in front of me that you wanted to try a place in Detroit, because I will almost always stop and make sure we both have a new Detroit experience. So we delay the ice cream, park and head to the patio to have a glass of wine. One glass of wine and like good girls we head to get the ice cream.
One block from Vine was another little interesting spot on a corner, 1701 Cigar Bar. “Oh wow…how long has that been there”, “Wonder what it’s like on the inside”, “OOOOO girl I think I see some chocolate (a reference to the men in the spot)”. Well once again I park and say, “let’s check it out”!
We head into what is surely a man’s cave. You would have thought we were naked by the looks on the faces of the men when we walked in. They were all into the Tigers game, drinking whiskey and of course smoking cigars. Well, these are all turn on’s for me, so I was sold the minute I walked in, crazy stares and all. The men inside were older, professional and not the least bit interested in the three girls who had just walked in. One friend goes and gets a cigar and we order a drink because we want to see where this all goes. We get comfortable and started doing what girls do, picking each man apart…head to toe. As we went around the room creating background stories and theories IT appeared. My friend noticed IT first. IT was shiny, IT was gold and IT was Turkish linked. IT was the male anklet bracelet being worn by a man who from head to just above the ankle looked like your quintessential mans….man. But there on his ankle was this gold chain. An accessory I wouldn’t even wear! To top it all off he had on flip-flops that had to be about a size seven. I know what you are thinking he was older, nope he was MAYBE thirty five.
The disappointment was deep. Why on Earth would there be this man who seemed so right and then in a flash was SO wrong. I had trouble sleeping after leaving when I got home. I kept seeing IT. So gold, so flashy, so on his ankle. My friend put a post about it on her Facebook page. All the women responded with the same basic statement: ABORT, AVOID, ABANDON. Funny thing about the women who responded each and every last one currently lives in Atlanta. I am taking those sistas advice and directing my eyes towards the jewelry free ankles.
Peace and Love Candegirl
Musical Inspiration
Artist: Klymaxx
Song: The Men All Pause
If that is a blurry photo of ITs' feet, then the crossed ankles look fem to me. That whole combo would have me screaming " Its a bomb! Go! Go! Go!" You see such intresting things! If I was with my crew, which includes my little sister who does NOT care, she would have struck up a convo with this guy just to have more info and ammo on him to discuss later over ice cream. You know for shyts & giggles....
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