New Years Eve Spent In the VIP Section.

So my friend got a really big gig DJing in Manhattan... obviously I tagged along. It was fun, got to hang in the DJ booth, and all that VIP jazz. When I went outside to have a cigarette, a voice behind me asked if I had an extra. Now, it's still a damn recession, and my Camel Crush packs are twelve fucking dollars in New York. I started to say no... until I turned around. People who know me know that I think T.I. is one of the finest men to walk this Earth. He's not a pretty boy cute, or anything describable... more like rough, makes me want to ride the SHIT out of your dick type sexy. Anyhow... I turned to be facing a T.I. lookalike.. but CUTER. He was so cute that it actually took me a quick second to respond (well, his fine ass, and my Ciroc). So, obviously, I handed him a cigarette. I would have handed him just about anything. We got to talking, and I find out he's in school, a radiology major, actually. Education is sexy. Especially on a very attractive man. Anyhow, we go back inside, get something to drink and start to dance. (For the record, if you can dance, that's pretty much the ticket to my bed. End of story.) And he could dance. After a half an hour or so of borderline pornographic dancing and groping, we start to kiss and make out. One thing I love about making out with someone on the dance floor is that there are no promises of more, and it's just part of the dance. Nothing's better than making out in a sea of people also having an amazing night, and to your favorite song. When invited back to his apartment, I, of course, said no, then proceeded to make out with him more. I'm not stupid, as much as I love sex, going home with that hot guy from the club, while tipsy AND high on alot of shit... is no bueno. So when he was about to leave we exchanged numbers, and made out while his friend hailed a cab. I, I honestly, have no intention of calling him, but if he does hit me up, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing him again. Happy New Years, all!