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OK – I have been holding out on you guys. I spoke with my friend from Las Vegas today only to get really hot while telling her this story.  Then I said to myself, why haven’t I told my loyal readers?  Well, maybe because I wanted to keep this juicy morsel to myself, but I held it for a week, and now I have to share, bursting at the seams.

Recently I have been going to a very posh Buckhead location to relax on the weekend.  Ok, I am lying.  I do not go to relax.  I go to network with Atlanta’s beautiful people.  Yes.  Birds of a feather…

So I was there one night, I was supposed to meet another potential photographer.  Met him on Twitter – a great place to meet amazing human beings.  You recall my first outcome with having photos taken, right?  Who could forget.  Well, I am good friends with that first photographer now, he is such a reflection of me.  I am learning so much working with him on personal matters and business.  But tonight I was to meet another potential photographer.  I went through the crowd several times but I could not find him…

So I just sat down to relax.  Being at a night spot as fabulous as this alone is sort of GREAT!  I love to meet new people so I thought about how to mingle and who to approach.  Before I could think too much I got up and joined a circle of brothers who looked like they could be Usher’s production crew.  I introduced myself and asked them if they knew the guy I was looking for.  They gave each other knowing looks like – OK – is she for real?  One of them said – yes I am him.  Glad you made it!

Yeah right, these guys had jokes.  We started a conversation and I began speaking to them about some of my very different views on life and love, my companies and so forth.  Soon, the guys were enthralled, all eyes on me and asking questions.  “Well how are you going to get other women to be this way?”  Not my job, I told them.  I just write what I feel and those who resonate are attracted.  I work with only those who are ready to live in Free Feminine Bliss.  They ushered me over to another crew of men to tell these new guys all about my beliefs – you know that women should be women and men should be men – that we do not own one another and that I am a life coach and have written an entire book about how women can Change the World with feminine flow!

This next group of guys were ready for me to tell them more.  I did.  They said that I was more entertaining and lovely than all the other women who had come to sit down – probably because these men had loads of cash.  I know who has made an impression on the world and raised their energy enough to attract the ENERGY called money – and these were them…

Shout out if you guys are reading!  I am proud of you all!

So I talked a bit to this crew, most had been or were unhappily married.  I told them to have the women call me – I would get the women straight and as for the men – they needed to check out Tantra – a man can cool a woman right out with Tantric Loving!  Tame that Woman!  That is the name of my husband’s new book TAME YOUR WOMAN!  LOL!

So anyway – I was having loads of sexy fun with men drenching me with affection and admiration – like a Goddess – but I had not found my photographer.  I was busy laughing and making merry when one of the men said that I was the next Tyra Banks – but more beautiful, intriguing and intelligent!  LOL!  Sorry Tyra – but here I come.

I had to get up and make this happen. These guys were cool but I do not work for free.  They all wanted to know how to get their wives to think this way.  I excused myself as the men handed me cards that at first they said they did not have – celebs never give cards – they always fake like they do not have one.  I have to start doing that.  LOL.

Off to the heated balcony I fled.  Tan Couches with soft leather lined the moon-lite veranda – cigars and fine whiskey were being given away in the night air – glowing red heaters lined the upper portion of the deck and people sat outside in 30 degree weather summoning pretty waitresses by flashing 100 dollar bills.  The ambiance was perfect, more like 70 degrees with the amazing effects of this roof top lounge environment.

I felt like a DIVA – hell, I am a DIVA – what?  I was on my way to the couch when I spotted an exotic looking younger man with a very nice suit and smile.  I went to him to ask about my photographer which had become a game because all the men were like – yes – I am him!  LOL!  I did not know what to believe, but I love flirting so it was fun to run into my photographer so many times.

This guy was a bit different.  I asked him about my anticipated guest.  He said that he did not know him but would I like to wait here, with him.  OK?  What kind of accent is that – French he said, he is from Paris.  Uh – I needed to make a B Line away from this dude, I was getting warm and crazy just sitting in his presence.  I excused myself to go find this photographer but really I just needed to get away from his intoxicating glances and trance inducing accent.  I mean this is a hotel rooftop and he is fabulous and sexy as hell and I just needed to get grounded.  He was like “are you coming back”  Yes. I ran toward my next unknown destination.

Panting almost I sat on a couch with no onlookers, well, except one – an older guy – much older and gray – a  white man with an accent.  OMG.  Now he is my photographer too!  We began a short discussion and he told me that he had never met a woman like me.  He was here on business from Saudi Arabia, he is an environmental engineer.  OK?  So he is like ordering me a glass of wine and asking me what my plans are for the evening.  I told him that I had to find the person I came to see.  He told me that he wanted to take me to dinner.  I thought about Gay Perriiee.  No thanks.  I have to go.

This man was not letting me go.  He professed to being married, but that his wife wouldn’t even mind if he took a woman like me out to dinner.  I was high quality and intelligent, not flimsy like these girls out here.  Glad to be attracting all these guys who are on one accord about me, but I had to get my mind right and get back over there and speak with my new friend from Paris.  Finally, I convinced this man that I was not going to go with him.  He surrendered with a fight and a good night.

Back over at couch #1 was the guy who had warmed by bones and made me too weak to stay in his presence.  Now that is rare.  OK.  “So what do you do, where are you from”  I told him everything and we talked for what seemed like a few minutes but was actually an hour or more.  He and his friend from Paris, a colleague, told me all about the financial business they were into.  Fascinating.  This man was so bold and arrogant (I like dat) that he presumed I would leave with him to go grab some dinner.  Because his energy was so strong and his skin so dark and smooth and his energy so Barack Obamaish, I could not resist.

We left the rooftop and headed for the street.  He paid for my Valet parking and covered my tab and off we went into Altanta at 1:00 AM to find food.  NOT.  Everything closes here at midnight.  Finally after a long ride int he car, much laughter and him playing DJ with my iPod loving my Lenny Kravitz, Tribe Called Quest, and Nina Simone, we found an open diner.

I must really believe that I am a spirit being because I never fricking eat!  I ordered so much food – a Veggie Burger, French Toast.  I really do not like smoking weed and so I have never had the munchies, but if onlookers were to have seen me, they would swear I was high as hell and I was, but on the energy.  He is like this collection of powerful Senegalese and French magic with twists of wild Romance, very present, and great cologne.  Ohhh and beautiful lips with eyes that melt a woman, decreasing us to pure moisture.

I was a cloud of Quantum dust for this man.  Our conversation was alluring to say the least and we were completing one another sentences, you know, the whole bit.  When 3:00 AM came we jetted.  I bid him goodbye as his friend, who had been with us at the table, asked us if we were going to stay together or if he was going to go back to the Midtown hotel they were staying at.  I told him I had to go – my daughter had a paper due and I had to get up at 5:00 AM and help her write it.

That, I thought, was it.  I could smell his cologne all the way home.  I thought of my lovely husband and my freedom and my flow.  I could not wait to get home and cuddle next to him, but this smell would have to go.  My husband does not wear cologne, but this man had me wishing he did.  Cologne or not, my husband has a fabulous body, always warm and long, and strong and I feel secure near him in the bed.  So I took a rest.

A few days later, my friend called me.  Hello – oh yes, hi.  Hay!  He was inviting me back to the rooftop to see him before he left for Miami.  OK.  I have work to do ladies, but how the hell was I supposed to resist this Parisian God?  I mean, if only I had snapped a pic, but my Blackberry does not have a camera.  You would believe me if you could see him – heavenly.  Mind like a genius, aura of a rock star.  Yummy.

So I was late for that second date.  I have clients man, I was very late.  I had to complete my work.  When I arrived I did not see him.  So I text-ed him that I was leaving.  He called immediately and said to wait.  I waited a short moment and there he was.  He told the valet to park my car and he snagged my arm even as I was talking to some other guys who were trying to spit game in the lobby of this magnificent hotel.  He did not care.  I love that.  The other guys were like – wtf?

He pulled me to the elevator, bid me to take off my jacket and toss it in his room, he liked my outfit and commented about my feminine essence.  Men are so alluring when they are present like this.   We flowed up to the rooftop again.  He told me a little story in the elevator -something about his cousin.  Then he began speaking to everyone who got on the elevator.  They seemed entranced by him, I mean people of every race were like – God Damn!  Men and women, girls and boys – I was floored because I love a confident man.

On the roof there was another young lady waiting for us?  She was like – hello.  He introduced us.  This MF had another date!  He sat me down and went to get me a drink.  She and I talked and you know me, I started really getting to know her.  I love women and I love sisterhood.  He must have sensed that this would not be a problem for me, after all I am a married women!  So he stayed away, probably on purpose, for a few minutes to let us get acquainted.  Once he returned she and I were laughing and toasting Cosmopolitans on that lovely Veranda!

He had harmonized us with his personality.  I always tell my husband that you have to be a player to play!

He sat in between us and we both put our arms around him.  This man is like killing it!  He was giving us both individual compliments as we giggled.  His friend was like OMG – you are a G!  Look at those two beautiful women falling for you like this.  He did not even comment.  He just smiled and kept us well entertained with broken French and English.  This man even took her to dance and then came to get me to dance after they went!  Killing it!  Do you know men like this – who could do it so cool?

Me and this girl really hit it off.  I miss her.  She hasn’t called me yet – if you are reading CALL ME!

After a few drinks, he was ready to go.  We caught a cab to another hot spot.  We danced to great music – All three of us!  When another man would try to dance with me, my Paris friend would grab my arm from behind and moved me back to him.  What?  Is this Negro for real?  That party ended with a bang and we hopped another cab.  Outside the club men swarmed us – he had just disappeared for a moment to get a cab.  But when he saw the swarm, he grabbed my new girlfriend and I and placed us in to the cab.  (Before he did that I gave my card to yet another photographer!  What is up with this.  Universe is telling me to get pics!)

We ended up at another club with a really long line.  The VIP was no wait so we went that way.  The entry was like 250 dollars!  Jeez.  No problem.  In the club we danced more.  Things were heating up – maybe it was the wine.  I cannot drink hard liquor so the Cosmo may have been over the top.  The music was really great!  And so were the sweet caresses, sweet sisterhood and sweet bond between the three of us.  His male friend was just in awe – I mean all night this other guy was like – DAMN!

Our final cab ride back to Midtown was sleepy.  There was that cologne smell again and the faint wish that we were already in bed.  But who?  The three of us?  Life is really good.  She did not make it to bed – she got dropped off at her condo.  I bid my new friend good bye.  I had to return to the hotel to get my car.  It was difficult to leave, but I had to go.  5:00 AM is way past my curfew.

But my jacket was in his room.  Damn.  I am in trouble!  But why do I see this as trouble?  Stupid social conditioning.  Who taught me that healing love is trouble???  Why is a gorgeous man with a most masculine aura, pure intentions, and beautiful smile, deep conversation and dual citizenship so much trouble?  Trying to convince myself that it is OK – I am OK – trying to step into a new paradigm of Freedom – Light – Acceptance and Bliss – I gathered my things when opps…

Naaaa well I wish!  Just a few sweet n sacred, caresses later I was in my car and driving home… Feeling Divine

I miss my Paris lover.  He is an excellent human being – a clear reflection of my bounty.  I love life so much and for the women who say there are no good men out there – I met so many in just two nights at this place, you should join me sometime!  Call me girl.  Mr. Paris, please come back to the States soon, and when you do – look me up.  We can create reality anytime.

Bliss to you  (Oh – read the comments – The cherry on top…)

xoxox

Kenya K Stevens

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