Miami...Miami...Miami...wow! It never fails to amaze me how my solo trips to Miami end up being vacations from heaven. When I first got there, I wasnt getting much attention so I changed into something sexy and everything turned around from that point on. I started to meet guy after guy after guy. Ironically, everyone I met happened to be 26+. The beauty in this is that I've been struggling with the reality of my age since my birthday was approaching, so meeting so many 26+ year old men made me feel better about being so close to 30.
The first guy that I met was an ass. He was a PR guy from NYC who managed to piss me off three times in ten minutes. I was at the bar eating hot wings and drinking a corona when he came over and started making conversation. I did not LIKE his conversation but welcomed it as it was the FIRST conversation of the day. While talking to me, he looked at my wings and said "oooh, those look good." He then reached over my shoulder, and grabbed one of my wings. -shock-. I didnt say anything (as I didnt want to appear like a prude) but then the fool reached over my shoulder again before leaving me and grabbed another one!
The next set of guys were older, from Baltimore, and were super amazing and I had the best conversation with them. We drank together and then one of them took me out to eat. Very sweet guy. But then he started showing me pics of his daughters graduation and prom and he lost me. I retired early as I do at home and woke up in the morning for a new start.
I took myself out to eat at the Kitchen on South Beach for some delicious overpriced pasta. Thats when I met Michael. So fun and cool, we went to the beach together and played in the water for a while. That was the last I saw of him; he kept playing with my time and I hate that! Especially in Miami! While he was playing with my time, I met Christopher (local artist), V.V. (KC Missouri artist), and AJ (local...person). V.V. was a trip (wont tell you why), Christopher woo'd me (wont tell you how) and AJ was my type of guy because he was so chill. 
I met up with V.V., ditched him while he got at other chics in front of me, and then I chilled with AJ for a while before Christopher came into the picture and tricked me into getting US something to eat. How I fell for that, I dont know. But he took me to a local restaurant that I LOVE and I ended up paying for our meals (sneaky hustler).
I went to my room and fell asleep once again. I did meet Jimmy on my way, who was there for his friends bachelor party. Miami is NOT where I want my man to go before he marries me *just for the record*. The next morning was wack and I pretty much walked around with a chip on my shoulder because the restaurant I ate at charged me $8 for my drink (which was the same price as my freakin' meal!). I was pissed because I didnt drink the OJ and they refused to take it off my bill because I didnt let them know "soon enough." I went to my room, talked to mr.cherrybomb (who pissed me off extremely) and found out some information that worried me...had me on edge for nearly 3 hours. I spent those 3 hours sleeping off the worry and eventually woke up to some foreign prince sitting in the lobby of my hostel. This guy tried to put the moves on me, but when I realized that I wasnt turned on, I left and went back to the thugs outside. My night went uphill from there, where I ran into Tim...the light skinned Tyson Beckford in his 30's. OH was Tim FINE! Wont give details about our convo...it was good though and he kept me company while I murdered this overpriced lasagna from The Kitchen. That pretty much concludes my trip. I'm back at home now and happy to be here...but I definitely am already planning my next trip back!
