I don't believe the OP, but this actually did happen to me when I first visited Atlanta on a weekend during the hot late July summer of 2005, however I didn't hit it. I had went to the now closed Harristons night club in Stone Mountain, which was the equivalence off Classics in the DMV, for you old schoolers. A lot of high rollers would come to Harristons, like they did Classics. Anyway, that early Friday morning when I left the DMV to the ATL, I kept hearing on the radio that Michael Baisden was going to be in Atlanta that night, but I had no ideal it was going to be Harristons. I never even heard of Harristons. But that's the club I wounded up going to that Friday night.
To cut to the chase, I met a girl that night in Harristons, who moved to Atlanta from Houston. She was originally from New York. She bought a few books from Michael Basiden that night, who I didn't even recognize. He wasn't all that popular then, not to the point you'd know his face. I just know people kept getting their pictures taken with him, who were mostly women and male pro athletics. I could tell the men were pro athletes because most of them were big and tall. I think Dominique Wilkins was one of then. I heard you would see him a lot in the clubs down here. Anyway, when this girl bought her books, she came over to my table, and asked me if I could hold on to them while she used the rest room. When she came back, she bought me a drink for the favor. We got on the dance floor, and it went on from there. I hadn't partied that late in years. She had an all right face, but her shape wasn't all that good. She had a little fat around her stomach, and she didn't have much behind. I remember she was wearing this jean skirt. Although it was about 3:30am when we came out the club, it was picture perfect weather. She told me she had an older man who I guess she was bored with. She didn't complain about him or anything, but she was willing to be with me for some reason. I remember leaning on my car, and slobbing her down like we were teenage lovers. I can't explain it, but she seemed a little too innocent to be messing around with a brother she just met. Not saying she felt like a church girl or anything, but she just didn't fit the type. And it wasn't like she was angry about anything as though she was getting back at her man or something. After we stopped kissing, I finally got around to telling her my age. Then she almost threw up. Okay, she didn't do all that, but the mode did change a little, and she was surprised. I've been scared to tell a young girl my age ever since.
So with that change in mode, she was still hanging, but not all that excited as she once was. That, and the fact that I wasn't really all that physically attracted to her, I didn't press her that much. I remember driving around with her later that night, as late as it already was. I must have followed her somewhere, and she got in my car after she parked hers. She must have trusted me a whole lot. She had to work later that day too. Anyway, we hooked up later that evening. or it may have been the following evening. We went to my motel, and sat on my bed for about 15 minutes. But she still didn't seem like the type, and I still wasn't sexually attracted to her. If she had been just a little more aggressive, I may have made a move. I think she knew I wasn't all that attracted to her. All I would have been doing was spanking another mans girl, a girl I wasn't physically attracted to, nor was going to ever see again anytime soon. Plus she still seemed kinda like a good girl. It was kinda sad too, knowing that a good girl like her could be messing around on me too. Anyway, she wounded up leaving. She was cool the whole time though. But from what I know today about a lot of these women down here, I was suppose to have taken her to my motel that same night I met her, which I thought was too far away in Riverdale.
It didn't add up until years later, but this is what I believe. I think she thought I was some how affiliated with Michael Baisden. At times I was sitting very close to him, the moments when the picture taking would slow down, and he was alone. It was like at times, we were the only two brothers who were alone in the club. I could have just started a conversation with him. That's how close I came to him a few times that night. Plus Baisden looks very much like two of my family members, one being my oldest brother. Maybe that's why I felt so comfortable around him. I may have looked like a family member of his as well, who knows. At times, it felt like he was expecting me to say something to him. He probably eventually figured out I didn't know who he was. So back to the girl. Btw, I was probably in the best shape of my life at the time, plus I'm a big guy. In saying that, I very much believe this girl thought I was Michael Baisdens bodyguard. If not, his relative. I think that's why she trusted me so much. That, plus the fact that that's kinda the way some of these girls role down here.
I think I told this story here before.