The NFL Goes to the Pitts
The Pittsburgh Steelers hung-in there and pulled-off a surprise win at last night’s Super Bowl. Of course, I was front-and-center to catch the action – well, hold on, let me be honest and say that my entourage (yeah, me and boys were running quite a few deep) showed-up to the yearly north Harlem Super Bowl party to join close to 100 men circulating throughout four different apartments. Okay, so we arrived at the festivities just as the fourth quarter was getting started, but I know where my heart lies, so I went for the boys with the brightly colored yellow-tinged ensemble. Two Raspberry Cruzan and OJs later and the cheers from the thug-ilicious men was at a frenzied pitch. I made my way through the narrow hallway of one of the testosterone filled cribs to get my third refill and asked one of the brick-sh*t-house built brothas what the score was. He smiled coyly and said 21-10. I passed one of the television screens and noticed there were only three seconds left. You would think that this is where the party breaks up and ends…but NO… not a semi-DL Super Bowl party. The Steelers win prompted a refill across the board and everyone sported a fresh drink to go with their fresh attitudes. By drink four I wasn’t sure if someone had added something cooked-up in a bathtub in Tijuana to my beverage, but I felt like Lisa-Lisa was blaring in my head….something about, “I wonder if I take you home…” but I digress. Jay-Jay, Bobby and I made a beeline for our coats and were caught up in a good-bye processional of kisses, hugs and occasional groping. Nothing like a game of ball to get the boyz going.
Marooned and Glad About It
Annette R. aka Freakin’ Rican, Carmen C., Krissy, Juana E. and moi’ had a heck of a dinner party Friday night. In our final send-off to Freakin’ Rican’s 30s, we sat for an amazingly tasty dinner at Chelsea hot-spot Maroons. The dinner was exquisite and the company was superb. Thank you ladies for a night of high-calorie high-jinx.
Long Story Short
With our ski-trip weekend less than a month away the question for Evelyn M. is can we squeeze one more person in? Hit us up in the comments area and let us know if we can still have last-minute add-ons to our ski trip attendee list. If you’re interested in joining us for some fun by the fire hit us up in the comments as well. February 17 is the first of the footloose Friday jam coordinated by Carmen C. at La Maganette in midtown Manhattan. Each month Carmen has scheduled a Friday to get together after work and release some of that weeklong pressure. I got it… my new laptop arrived and I purchased my wireless router this weekend. We should be up and running by mid-week and have pictures available to share of the group to help put a face with those blogger names. Can someone say, “Monthly profile” of sorts. Whatcha think?
On Blast
That’s far enough. Last night I noticed that some of our party attendees were married or in relationships, but were flirting heavily. I won’t/can’t say that anyone crossed the line between flirtation and infidelity, but when does flirting cross the line into disrespect of your partner? Does it matter if your partner is present or not? Is this behavior just “flirting” with relationship disaster?
Keep passin’ the open windows…
4 comments:
In my experience flirting is a healthy way to monitor whether you’re still attractive to others. Sometimes our partner(s) telling us we’re attractive or sexy may not seem as authentic, since they really know us and have an intimate connection with us. By having a stranger or someone who isn’t intimate recognize we’re attractive, sexy or charming makes us feel as though we still have it. Conversely, some folks cannot separate harmless flirting from disrespectful come-ons. There is a distinct difference. If you compliment a smile, how healthy someone looks or how radiant they are – you’re flirting. If you mention (on the slide) how round and beautiful someone’s ass is or the firmness of their thighs – you’ve crossed the line into disrespectful territory. As always, use common sense. If your flirting makes your partner uncomfortable or you sense you’re sending the wrong message – ie. let’s get it on – cut it.
My soul-wifey just called me after reading my earlier response to the On Blast and reminded me of an incident last year when I was “seeing” someone who was extremely flirtatious. As it turns out, I agree with Petit that flirting while in the company of your partner is ill advised. It’s disrespectful, hurtful and sends the wrong message. My foray into coping with the situation was simple – I completely turned-off all feelings of attachment or possible commitment to the person in an attempt to have a good time while keeping negative feelings out of the equation. Ultimately, he noticed my distant emotional connection and asked why we couldn’t take the relationship further. Short response – “I don’t care for your flirting when we’re out and it has the potential of ruining our friendship. Let’s just keep it light and enjoy each other’s company.” He never asked again and instead tried to correct the issue. Long story short, it was too little too late.
I agree with you cocoa, harmless flirting is just a validation of self, but here's the thing, for a lot of us that validation could be addictive and that line often gets blurred.
If your spouse or partner is present,you should be walking the line. if you have a significant other, the LINE should be discussed and defined anyway.
I love flirting. I don't do it intentionally in my man's presence, but because I have been doing it for years, it is second nature. Phew, I am so glad he understands it's harmless. When he is around I never engage anyone in conversation and never ever let them touch me. When my mate is not around, I still stand my ground of not touching, but I might hold a conversation depending on the response I get from the man after telling him that I am happily involved. At the end of the night, I go home to my partner with "I Still Got It" on my mind and a drunken smile on my face.
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