February 3, 2009: Blue Sugar Part I
I am not sure what to do with my T-I-M-E so I start going through old emails. I find one from an associate in San Francisco:
“There are many kinds of business people but there are two colors of courage: there are people who want to climb mountains and there are people who choose to walk in valleys. You are in the former category. My suspicion is that you are probably a very effective sales person, otherwise you would have not gotten as far as you have - the talent and desire are there.”
Planet MyAmi B-O-Yz just don’t talk this way. OK. Maybe I’ll follow up with the architect.
“I’ve made lots of progress on the art show,” I say nervously into the phone. “I’ve got three partners…it’s definitely going to happen…do you think you still want to sponsor it?”
“This economy, you know…”
Yeah, I know. That’s what everyone says lately. It’s a bunch of bullshit. I was hoping to land a $90,000 sponsorship from the architect since he has known me for six years and knows that I am a hard worker.
Then he says, “Hey, if you dress up in that devil costume, let me know.”
My heart sinks. I hoped, hoped, hoped the architect wasn’t another skeezy Planet MyAmi B-O-Y trying to stare at my A-S-S.
I take a shower. I stand under the hot water.
I try to wash off the insecurities. I need a scrub brush. Exfoliating soap.
Every B-O-Y leaves a nasty stain on my weary heart.
Leave me the way I was before
But you’re already in there
I’ll be wearing your tattoo
I’m already in circles and circles and
The girl’s in circles and circles and circles again…
Got to stop spinning!
I step out of the shower and dry off with a white towel. The mirror reflects a woman. With breasts, hips, and as I raise my leg, I see the source of all my troubles.
I have another meeting. This one is with a virtual architect.
Somehow, it feels like I’m getting ready for a date. What should I wear?
He is good looking. He is not American. He is wealthy. Is he spiritual? Is he a slimy Planet MyAmi B-O-Y just looking for asses to pound?
