The Groove

The Gallant Knight with Klock Work on the stage is amazing. Hands down
the best times I've ever had in Houston have been at the Knight. And
last night I got tore up. Chris says he's never seen me that way. I'm
starting to find some more things about myself that I had forgotten
over the past few years. Dancing is fun and I like to do it. When
college started I was all about going out and dancing. I'm no Justin
Timberlake and I don't have a whole lot of moves but I've always
received compliments about the times ladies have had dancing with me.
For some reason I hit a spot where I wasn't as interested in dancing.
I'd rather sit to the side, post up and drink my drink. People would
try to get me to dance, and I'd tell them no, i can dance, but i dont
dance. The past two fridays at the Knight have really opened me up. I
cant help to think about why I stopped dancing. Why did dancing lose
its fun to me? Was it my dance partner?

Friday night served another purpose for curing my ills. Thursday night
Stacie called. I picked up. Still need to get the china. She of
course was thinking about me and wanted to check up on me. It was good
at first but we talked for entirely too long. Things got a little
emotional. So many times I thought about taking her for a ride. 'oh
yeah, i'll take you back....leave you on the altar' This aint my style.
She is still trying to talk me into something, not right away, but she
really wants me to keep it open. She knows I'm not over her. She's
right, but I told her that I was clear. I knew my situation and I know
that her and I will never have that relationship again. She doesn't
want me to be clear but its the truth. I had to tell her now. I'm
past all the anger with her. I forgive her for what she did. I will,
however, make no effort at reconciliation. She has to know this. I'm
not going to drag her through more than what she's given herself.

The Knight helped me in this way. I danced. I took my mind off of the
heartache, off of Stacie, and had a wonderful time. I didn't sit to
the side, posted up, drinking the night away. I mixed it up. I
fratenized with the ladies and had the after party at my house. I
don't remember some of the things I did but my room was messed up when
the sun came up. Hang overs suck but times like that are too good not
to have a little pain afterwards. Glad I wasn't the one at work by 8
this morning.

"i dont care what you do, i'm getting out..no nothing ever shames me."