Oh yeah, it’s Friday and Monday is a holiday! My girl friends and I decided to meet  after work for drinks at our usual spot, which happens to be this swanky little lounge in lower Manhattan. Arriving late, I immediately grabbed myself two Martini’s (so I wouldn’t have to return to the crowded bar) and joined in the conversation. The music was thumping and the topic on hand was “why men cheat” So, you know it was a heated discussion to say the least. I was standing along side  one of  my girl friends and a few  gentlemen who had also just arrived and were joining in the battle, but I could barely concentrate, let alone chime in. All I could do was wonder what type of Hanes  (briefs or boxers?) this chocolate boy wonder was wearing because my man will definitely not be wearing those outside! I kept thinking, maybe he has a sock stuffed in there for added attraction? Maybe he just got a penile implant? I know that ish can’t be the real McCoy, it’s too damn fat!

Needing to get a consensus, I nudged the friend closest to me because I needed her to help me decipher whether or not his package was authentic or not.  Just as I was whispering in her ear to bring her up to speed on my juicy findings, the mother freaking music shut off for a split second, but just long enough for everyone to hear me saying “girl look! His d&%K is huge” All eyes on me!!!  The official crotch watcher of our favorite little swanky lounge.

I really thought I was whispering! I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life!!! Quite frankly, I have no clue why I was so mesmerized, or why I was  stuck gazing at this mans package with such intensity. I’m not horny, it’s not that time of the month and my lover keeps my satisfied on the regular. So, what’s my problem? Shit, I really like this spot too, the drinks are strong, the music is hot and the men are even hotter. Well, guess I won’t be going back there for a while. Maybe I’ll color my hair, wear a hat or do something to disguise myself…

I had to have a cell phone conference on the way home because I needed to know if I was the only one who does this shit. As they all laughed, they reluctantly admitted that they do occasionally engage in a little crotch watching from time to time,  it did help  me feel a little better, then we laughed all the way home. Now that it’s been a while, I have to admit that it was funny as hell!!!!

Ta, Ta for now my Juicy Girl Talk Sisters,

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