introducing our new contributing author…. the one and only, exceedingly beautiful, unashamedly cool, and piercingly intelligent, DIRTY LOTUS, whose slutty dating and sloppy drinking tribulations we are now privy to follow… enjoy reading LOTUS’ first post below. thanks dirty lotus : )

“STAY OR GO? TWO TAURUSES ALWAYS STAY” BY, DIRTY LOTUS

There comes a time in every single girl’s life when she has to make that age-old decision; stay or go. Does she GO out with the man in question, whom she may have been dating…let’s say…a few weeks? Traipse about in the wet rainy Houston eve, getting her Ralph Laurens soaked, so they can sit in some fattening little café sipping wine and exchanging banter? Banter that let’s face it- is really just verbal foreplay at this point? Or, does she opt for a different route and STAY; exchanging that same witty conversation over a nice drink, right there in the comfort of her quaint little single girl’s apartment.

Well, I chose option B last Saturday night; when my latest male conquest asked me if I wanted to get together. I thought the rain would be the perfect excuse to stay in. I was just a little California girl who didn’t know the proper Texas rainstorm etiquette. He was a lonely Detroit boy, lost in a sea of suburban developments and Whata-Burger food chains. So when I timidly suggested we stay in for the evening, he pretended to timidly agree.

To make the evening even more entertaining, Mr. Detroit and I were two of a kind. Taurus’s that is, 5 days apart (me, May 17th and he, the 12th). My only experience with the male Taurus species had been a few friends in college and an old neighbor of mine. I could never get passed the clone-like ridged disposition and the blatant sexual energy. Basically, they were way too much like…ME! But Mr. Detroit was different, laid back and not stubborn at all. In fact the only thing, in my humble opinion, that qualified him entitlement of the Taurus name was the fact that he was unequivocally the depiction of walking sex; tall, dark, chiseled and extremely handsome.

There I was rummaging through my closet trying to decide if I should wear an entire outfit or just throw on something casual. I finally decided to wear my favorite red strapless cotton vintage dress and touch up my toe nail polish. “There” I told my mirrored image, “You look pretty damn good.”

Later that evening Mr. Detroit and I sat on the couch sipping Sailor Jerry’s rum, Dole pineapple juice, with a slice of lemon on ice. We clinked our glasses together and sipped sloooowly. Jill Scott and Kings of Leon poured out of my stereo and we started to have the kind of conversation that isn’t’ trying to be anything but a conversation. We lent our inhibitions to the wind and relaxed long enough to genuinely enjoying ourselves; me and my abrasive sexual energy melted into demure flirtation, and he came into his Taruocity long enough to share his opinions. Three glasses of rum later and…

…Well, none of your business. (©2009 dirty lotus)

SAILOR JERRY & PINEAPPLE
1.0 splash Lemon juice
0.75 oz Pineapple
1.5 oz light Rum
Directions: shake, strain into cocktail glass

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