at Soul 98, a hot new radio station here in Chicago. We really hit it off. He had a great sense of humor, he made me laugh and he paid attention to me. The brother was making all the right moves. We exchanged phone numbers and spoke on the phone a few times. I learned that he has a loft on the near-west side of the city where they've gutted and remodeled a lot of the old warehouses. We decided to set up our first date. He took me to the Wine-Tasting Room near Harpo Studios."
"What's that place like? I've never been there before."
"It's very nice. I'll take you the next time you're in town. It's a place where you can sample different wines, listen to poetry and jazz..."
"Sounds romantic," Angela said.
"It's very romantic. So we go there, order chocolate fondue, have a great conversation and taste several different wines. Needless to say, after a few glasses, my ass started getting hot, and Craig was well on his way to getting his world rocked. We listened to jazz, shared a few kisses and drank more wine. Then he asks if I like the singer named Silky. To which I replied, yes, I love his music."
"Oh, I like his music, too. Especially that sexy song 'Instant Message Passion,'" Angela chimed in.
"That's one of my favorite songs, as well. Not to mention Silky is drop-dead sexy. Because I'd do him in a New York minute. So Craig says that Silky is an old college buddy of his. 'He's in town for a fund-raiser. Would you like to hang out with Silky for a little while?' he said. I was like, boom, let's go kick it with Silky, not a problem with me. So we leave the Wine-Tasting Room and head back toward the Ritz Carlton Hotel before the fund-raiser. When we get to the Ritz Carlton, we head on up to Silky's suite. We get off of the elevator and my legs suddenly feel weak. I think it was a combination of the wine and the excitement of meeting Silky. Craig knocks on Silky's door and Silky opens it up. And, girl, let me tell you. That man looks even better in person. I mean he made me want to scream like some nerdy high-school girl."
"You weren't acting all retarded, were you, Regina?"
"Girl, no. You know that I played it calm, cool and collected."
"So what did Silky say to you?" Angela was anxious to know.
"Angela, he looked at me and I swear he was undressing me with his eyes. He said, 'Hello, baby, my name's Silky. What's yours?' I told him my name as I trailed behind Craig inside the suite. Once inside the hotel suite, I took in the beauty of the room, which had floor-to-ceiling windows and a spectacular view of the city. As I was admiring the view, I noticed that Silky slapped Craig on his ass. I didn't think anything of it because it was the kind of ass-slapping I'd seen football and basketball players do all of the time. I asked Silky where the bathroom was so that I could go freshen up. 'It's the last door down that corridor over there,' he says.
"So I head to the washroom to make sure that my makeup is still in order and that I still look as fabulous as ever. When I came out of the bathroom and walked back into the room where I'd left them--girl, I could have been shot with a bag of shit and left hanging to stank when I saw what they were doing."
"What were they doing?" Angela was on the edge of her seat with anticipation.
"Girl, they were tonguing each other down!"
"Get out of here! They were kissing?"
"Kissing, squeezing and sucking each other's bottom lip."
"You're bullshitting!"
"You know, when I first saw them doing that, I said, now hold on, girl. Maybe you've had too much to drink and the shit you're seeing just isn't real. So I turned around, went back into the bathroom and placed some cold water around my eyes. I came back out and they were still going at it."
"So, what did you do?" Angela asked.
"I stood there stunned and traumatized."
"Oh, hell no! I would've been, like, what the fuck is going on with you two?"
"Well, I did interrupt them."
"What happened after you interrupted
"What's that place like? I've never been there before."
"It's very nice. I'll take you the next time you're in town. It's a place where you can sample different wines, listen to poetry and jazz..."
"Sounds romantic," Angela said.
"It's very romantic. So we go there, order chocolate fondue, have a great conversation and taste several different wines. Needless to say, after a few glasses, my ass started getting hot, and Craig was well on his way to getting his world rocked. We listened to jazz, shared a few kisses and drank more wine. Then he asks if I like the singer named Silky. To which I replied, yes, I love his music."
"Oh, I like his music, too. Especially that sexy song 'Instant Message Passion,'" Angela chimed in.
"That's one of my favorite songs, as well. Not to mention Silky is drop-dead sexy. Because I'd do him in a New York minute. So Craig says that Silky is an old college buddy of his. 'He's in town for a fund-raiser. Would you like to hang out with Silky for a little while?' he said. I was like, boom, let's go kick it with Silky, not a problem with me. So we leave the Wine-Tasting Room and head back toward the Ritz Carlton Hotel before the fund-raiser. When we get to the Ritz Carlton, we head on up to Silky's suite. We get off of the elevator and my legs suddenly feel weak. I think it was a combination of the wine and the excitement of meeting Silky. Craig knocks on Silky's door and Silky opens it up. And, girl, let me tell you. That man looks even better in person. I mean he made me want to scream like some nerdy high-school girl."
"You weren't acting all retarded, were you, Regina?"
"Girl, no. You know that I played it calm, cool and collected."
"So what did Silky say to you?" Angela was anxious to know.
"Angela, he looked at me and I swear he was undressing me with his eyes. He said, 'Hello, baby, my name's Silky. What's yours?' I told him my name as I trailed behind Craig inside the suite. Once inside the hotel suite, I took in the beauty of the room, which had floor-to-ceiling windows and a spectacular view of the city. As I was admiring the view, I noticed that Silky slapped Craig on his ass. I didn't think anything of it because it was the kind of ass-slapping I'd seen football and basketball players do all of the time. I asked Silky where the bathroom was so that I could go freshen up. 'It's the last door down that corridor over there,' he says.
"So I head to the washroom to make sure that my makeup is still in order and that I still look as fabulous as ever. When I came out of the bathroom and walked back into the room where I'd left them--girl, I could have been shot with a bag of shit and left hanging to stank when I saw what they were doing."
"What were they doing?" Angela was on the edge of her seat with anticipation.
"Girl, they were tonguing each other down!"
"Get out of here! They were kissing?"
"Kissing, squeezing and sucking each other's bottom lip."
"You're bullshitting!"
"You know, when I first saw them doing that, I said, now hold on, girl. Maybe you've had too much to drink and the shit you're seeing just isn't real. So I turned around, went back into the bathroom and placed some cold water around my eyes. I came back out and they were still going at it."
"So, what did you do?" Angela asked.
"I stood there stunned and traumatized."
"Oh, hell no! I would've been, like, what the fuck is going on with you two?"
"Well, I did interrupt them."
"What happened after you interrupted
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