At the bar....

Dear Diary
Although I said yes to going to this local bar, I suddenly find myself not wanting to go. I am very nervous I cannot eat, I want to leave early and get it started, but part of me is stuck; and does not want to leave the security of my room. But I have to put that aside and get ready. OK since it is only a local bar I decide not to fuss over my hair; I just put it in a bun wore no make (ok well mascara so I look natural), but wore my red Chinese top and fitted blue jeans. Red is a good colour on me :) and it will help with the nerves of meeting so many people at once. I decide to be fashionable late and as I enter Del’s room I want to run straight back out.

Everyone is dressed all sparkly, hair straighten make up tight and dressed sexy boobs out, and under corsets on waist. There are four girls Del, Lise Fay and Jocelyn all decked out. And it got even worst even worst as we met up more girls in the bar downstairs of the hall of residence and headed out. I got evil looks and but some were friendly others just couldn’t get my accent. So I kinda felt out of place but like a good little solider I rallied on and stuck it out. The little local bar turned out to be the university’s bar! It was packed and I was sadly underdressed.... I just wanted to blend into the wall, but these girls were taking pictures as if we were on a fashion run way! Moreover, I hate pictures. I tried sneaking out of most of the pictures but unfortunately, I got caught in some. As I thought the music was OK until they started playing ‘Dirty Wine’ I was so excited to hear Caribbean music I forgot all my nerves and started dancing up a storm; hitting the floor with my foot, cocking out my back and doing the dirty wine. Then all the attention came from both the girls and guys. The girls started cheering me on and the guys staring ... I guess they were just unaccustomed to dancing like this in the club. Plus it’s a secret with my reserved exterior but I could put down a good wine like any true Trini. I started get asked to dance by numerous guys and I could see the look of disbelief in these girls eyes. Why is the dressed down girl getting more attention than us. . Lise even said it exasperated at one point, but I just laughed because honestly not one guy there was worth fussing over. It was funny for me but I know from back home as Bunji says sometimes it’s not face only waist with some guys.

It was at this moment I felt him staring at me, you girls know what I am talking about. When a guy from across the room gives you an intense stare, this is what this guy was doing. Not my type so the effect didn’t last for long and it was too long so I knew from the start, saw the words written across his shades and all over his jacket and jeans that were 2x too big that he was a player. He made a few passes before he came over to chat, and honestly it was fun flirting without thinking, knowing that nothing would happen or come of it and I won’t see him again ... London is too big. As I chatted I heard he had an accent not English but Caribbean, once again a name was given and other information but honestly I just don’t remember. I know I gave him my room number and my name but I was more interested in having a good dance than chatting. The rest of the night passed pretty much the same and sadly, I met no other Trinis. We got a taxi home and as I hit the bed I fall asleep with a small smile.

Well I am off for now. catch yuh tommorrow..... for my first classes