Afro-Asian Babes VS regular sista's and Latinas

[Deacon]

It has come to my attention that there is a bit of a "rivalry" between these lovely ladies
Frankly I find all black, brown and yellow if you please ladies fine as May wine
But I understand the numbers and the competition
So as we used to say back in the Day "if you can't get along get it on!!!!!
wrestle young girls wrestle! ;-)

LOL!

[T Rock]

Not this again!

[Deacon]

The message must go forth LOL! I wrote this story and half the sista's and Latinas did not like it or refused to read it because it featured a half Asian hlf Black sista' what up wit dat?
You judge:
Westheimer Stories

Ethnic restaurants, Destiny’s Child, specialty shops, The Comets, major chains, Leon the actor (you know from the “The Five Heart Beats” and The Temptations), spas, Oliguwan Holdings, gated communities, illegal street racing, a mega mall, secret girl fight clubs, specialized limo services, 24 hour grocers and homeless folk with cell phones. What does one get for a neighborhood that has everything? Perhaps it only needs to have its stories told, the stories of its people and not just its things, the stories of the far west side of Houston the stories of Westheimer.

My name is Deacon, I'll be walking up and down Westheimer listening to these stories, come along if you like. Fact or fiction, Who knows? If it’s juicy, who cares?

{Deacon walks into The Waffle House and sits next to a well-dressed young man staring into a cup of coffee who starts to tell his story}

I was distracted for a moment by a tall beautiful and dangerous looking Asian girl named Beretta. 5’11, 32-year-old, looks 22 a Mandarin bombshell her mother’s people are from Manchuria allegedly descended from royalty she certainly has the look yet somehow she seems unaffected by her exceptional beauty. Her father was Vietnamese which explains the fact that she is fluent in Mandarin, Vietnamese, and Cantonese. Thanks to her grandmother, Beretta was able to remain fluent in both English and Vietnamese. Her mother mysteriously disappeared when she was only 3-years-old whom Beretta vows to find. Her occupation is still unknown to everyone. Because of the fluctuations in her “work” schedule, many speculate everything from modeling to call girl activities. Whatever the case may be she’s called Beretta due to her reputation involving a gun several years ago. But she is another Westheimer story.

“Watch out for them Deacon they can be dangerous”, warned the young man.
“I beg your pardon? I said quickly turning back toward him wondering if he meant by “them” some rude ethnic slur.
“Women I mean” he revealed. I don’t know why I was relieved that his comment was only a rude sexist one.
No matter I was there for his story, “I apologize for the distraction please proceed”.




Rearview
Part 1

Early morning traffic on Westheimer is cumbersome to say the least, but we commuters get from ‘point A to point B’ usually in an uneventful manner. People tend to mind their own business I mean we see what is happening around us and we don’t pay that much attention. The guy in the suit whose finger is buried deeply in one of his nostrils, the woman putting on full make up, the sleepy truck driver nodding and lets not forget the cell phones. Seems like everyone has one, even the homeless; well everyone except me, I just don’t see the point, I mean page me! I’ll get back to you if I want to. So why should I pay extra on a phone to ignore you?

Anyway I was approaching the Beltway when in my rearview mirror I saw the most beautiful girl, she looked part Black and part Asian she had a the countenance of a beautiful child whose skin had been baptized in honey. Small almond shaped eyes, a small mouth equipped with pouty light brown lips, high softly rounded cheekbones and dark shoulder length hair with blonde highlights. She was driving a midnight blue gold trimmed hard top late model T-Bird.

Normally I don’t pay that much notice even to a girl as fine as she was but something besides “Baby Doll’s looks caught my attention. She had her cell phone to her ear for the longest but her lips were not moving, she listened for a good three minutes. As she took in whatever was being said her facial expressions evolved in distress, her face seemed to swell with redness. Finally she slammed down the phone on the seat. She cleared her hair from her face sighed with lips protruding and cheeks puffed, then she picked up the phone again dialed a number and began to give it to the person on the other end. Her lips were moving fast and she was enunciating expletives as her eyes welled up in pain. The finale’ of her discourse ended with the “sistuh’ girl” neck movement which the ignorant believe is a sure indicator of her African American heritage. Then she slammed the phone down again and burst into tears; she was struggling to wipe the flood of eye water from her face but the streams of sorrow kept flowing. Not able to gain her composure she pulled over.

(One of the mothers of my childhood church was Mama Hendricks who was a mentor to me she always said; “baby I don’t have time for other folks business. “God gave us 12 hours to stay out of otha’ folks business and 12 mo’ to tend to mine”). I usually followed that advice but she looked so hurt and in need and she was so very beautiful. Next thing I knew I was in an abandoned lot getting out of my Maxima and knocking on her window; “Ma’am are you OK?”
She rolled down her window slightly and said ”Yes I’m OK thanks” then she burst into tears again.
“Are you sure? Is there someone I can call for you?” “A friend or your husband?” I know, I know was taking advantage but dag! You did not see what I saw when I looked inside the car, Man! She was evidently going to workout or she was a dancer or something; she was wearing a red singlet or leotard or something! I mean this little Afro-Asian girl had a body like Tom Joyner’s wife. You know Donna Richardson and with Pam Anderson’s bust, man! Her ample chest was heaving from hyperventilating as she was scrambling around in her purse for something to wipe the tears and snott away. I quickly retrieved a clean monogrammed handkerchief from my ride and knock on her window again to give it to her. I know you are thinking “handkerchief? Monogrammed?” but I will explain that latter. The traffic noise was normally distracting and deafening but all I could hear was my heart pounding at the sight of such beauty.

She rolled her window down again sobbing and reached slowly for the hanky then said thank you sir, you’re very kind”
“Marcello”
“I beg your pardon?” She said while blowing and whipping.
“Oh, uhh my name my name is Marcello Wigfall” I said with a nervous smile.
She smiled back, revealing an evolving beauty and said, “Well Mr. Wigfall you have shown me that chivalry is not dead, thank you very much for your kindness”
I gave her time to blow and wipe some more then I probed her gently for more information.
“You are welcomed, Ms.?”
“Oh how rude of me she said genuinely embarrassed. Shondolyn, Shondolyn Cho” she announced reaching her hand out the widow. As athletically built as she was her hand was not like most lady jocks I knew, it was soft and smooth like one of those ladies at the department store make-up counters also the aroma of her perfume captivated me.

(My good buddy Jesse once explained the allure of one of a woman we worked with. She was not the prettiest or most well built girl yet the most desirable. She was simply “feminine” to the touch, the smell and in the way she presented herself; we men are attracted to that just as girls are attracted to our masculinity).

Ms. Cho was not only feminine but she was exotically beautiful and I was startled and captivated by her ambiance, so much so that I did not want the moment we touched to end.

“Well Ms. Cho”
“Please Shondolyn”
“OK, Shondolyn, did you want to get some coffee, tea, cappuccino, something to calm your nerves?”
“I don’t know I’ve taken up enough of your time and I’m sure you have to be some where.”
Now I felt as if I was being probed to see if I was a working brotha’ or not but I didn’t mind at all.
“Well my staff will have already opened up and I can call them and let them know I’ll be late” When I said “my staff” her eyes widened her smile of approval was evident.
“So what do you do?” she asked in an interested tone.
“I own an African imports business and arts gallery over on Hwy. 90”
“Oh my god! I know where that is! Love that place!”
By this time I felt myself grinning like a Cheshire cat to the point that my face was starting to hurt. I could not help my self though, she was all that and a bag of chips and I was about to partake. I leaned on her door feeling a bit more confidant then leaned toward her and half-whispered, ”So Shondolyn how about that coffee, tea, cappuccino or something?
“I’d love to, sir, she said with an alluring look?

[Deacon]

“Do you have anyone to call Ms. Cho?”
“ Already talked to ‘em” she replied half rolling her eyes. I wasn’t gonna’ touch that one with a ten foot pole.

We decided to have breakfast at little restaurant in the Galleria; I learned during our meal that she had a degree in Kenesiology and Human biology from Rice, she was a Black belt in both Tae Kwon Do and Jiu Jitsu she also worked as a trainer and self-defense instructor at very exclusive private health club. Her former Fiancee’ was the manager and just fired her via her answering service. Hence she had no where to go but to breakfast.

We had cherry crapes, homemade buttermilk biscuits with peach marmalade and Canadian bacon. We ordered a crevasse of milk and a crevasse of grape fruit juice to wash it down. Shondolyn managed to tell me all about herself without telling me anything and remarkably without being superficial. She did reveal the fact she was dumped by her manager/ boyfriend but this was a temporary emotional lapse. I did not mind in fact I kinda' liked the whole mystery woman thing. Me on the other hand well I was not my regular cool, suave self I liked her and made not bones about it.

“So when can I see you again?” I required.
“Mr. Wigfall I thought your concern was genuine” she shrugged and complained in a joking manner.
“May I be honest Shondolyn?”
“Please do,” she said as if she were thinking of another situation.
“I was concerned about you on a human level at first but after meeting you I don’t want to take a chance trying to play coy and of never seeing you again.” “ People make much a due about a girl’s brains, personality, character, beliefs and things of that nature but Boo I’m not clairvoyant, all I saw was you face”. “Your beautiful face (at this point I was taking a real chance while delivering my heart felt soliloquy I reached for her hand and to my delight she squeezed mine back and held on tight) and I was captivated”. “I know you don’t know me but I hope you can get to know me and I you; perhaps we will only be friends perhaps more but I think I would be a fool just to let you pass me bye without giving us a chance”.
I don’t know where all that stuff came from but it was working this crazy girl was tearing up then she stood up leaned over the table knocked over the crevasse of grapefruit juice and planted one on me. Were it not for the shock I would have been embarrassed especially since everyone in the restaurant started a thunderous applause equipped with whistling and shouts of encouragement.
“You go Girl!”
“Atta Boy!”
“Whooo! whooo!”
“OK Mr. Wigfall so let’s work out the ground rules?” she said while checking her lipstick with a small mirror from her purse.
“Well, uhh, well what won’t you tolerate?”
“Disrespect”
“OK such as?” I learned long ago to get a woman to be as specific as possible; I meant what I said; I am not clairvoyant.
“When we are together we are together it’s our time; all cell phones and pagers off and if we are at your place no unexpected female guests, if so then I reserve the right to invoke the BBB.
“The BBB?” I said raising an eyebrow.
“Yea the Big B--ch Beatdown! Remember I’m both Black American and Korean and neither side takes S--t!” “And Botha’ I must warn you I am not above F---ing up your spot. (When a man’s brain is in penis mode like mines was he seldom hears these little female rapper to Pro football player warnings like ‘f---ing up one’s spot’)
Korean huh?” I said with an enlightened tone.
“Yea, is there a problem with that?”
“Oh no I was just thinking of your exotic look”
“If I only had a dollar for every time I heard that one” she said rolling her eyes and sounding annoyed. “Can’t you brotha's come up with another word!?”
“OK, fascinating, romantic, mysterious, wondrous, bizarre, straaaange?”
“All right smart ass so you got a vocab, stop it boy!” she said chuckling and punching me in the chest.
“So Ms. Cho what do we do now?”
“AstroWorld!”
“AstroWorld?”
“Hell yea, it’s the bomb! Besides it’s the middle of the week, the beginning of the day and we can get on the rides twice” She was grinning like a little kid and I loved it. Being a settled, responsible young black businessman, a member of the local NAACP, 100 Black Men, The ALPHA’s, The Bole’ and Young Black Republicans and several other organizations that my OKP (Our Kind of People AKA The Black Elite) great uncles on my grandma’s side admonished me to become a part of. “To create a foundation for networking and to enhance my social portfolio” well all the name dropping material left me in a dating rut. My station in life attracted the same old tired boring fortune hunting debutantes, AKA and DELTA types who planned the wedding ten minutes after meeting you and calculating your net worth.

Anyway we spent all of four fun filled, no crazy hours on high powered cyclical vehicles like the Ultra Twister, the Texas Cyclone, Serial Thriller, the Taz Tornado. Between all those adventures we assaulted our viscera with things I had not seen or thought about for years, corn dogs, caramel popcorn, cotton candy, soda pop and some stuff I can’t pronounce or remember. I also learned that Shondolyn had an adult way of making up for any of her childlike madness. Before we left the park she took me on a ride call the “Mind Bender”. I don’t remember all the details of this little excursion except that it was dark and Shondolyn took full advantage of the obscurity and my mind was definitely ‘bended’. I thought to resist but when I with her it was like being attacked by the Borg (you know from Star Trek) “resistance is futile”

(I had a friend who belonged to a holiness church and felt the call to ministry hence he went to a local Bible College. They were very conservative especially when it came to dating; the administration posted several notices called “Rules for PDA”; Public Displays of Affection. Strict dating activity taboos such as: No French kissing, no suckling, no heavy petting; you know touching private parts even through the clothing, no mounting; boys on top or girls, no mutual pelvis contact, no pelvis to butt action, no pelvis to thigh action; in more colloquial terms no grinding). During more spiritual times in my life I adopted and practiced these rules almost without incident; what happened in the Mind Bender? Oh sorry I was having a flash back.

Well I think that knew R&B singer ‘Tweet’ said it best ”Ooopss! Oh My!” No we did not ‘do it’ on the ride but I got a few signals that made me think maybe we went a little overboard. Though the darkness was sufficient for privacy we did have people in front of us and behind us and I think the old lady who fainted had something to do with why the park authorities wished to speak to us. We had to run from the park barely escaping AstroWorld security. We decided to hail a cab instead of trying to find the car in the lot; I guess the lust gods were with us, we got one right off the feeder road.

We entered the cab in reclining position face to face. “I told you that AstroWorld was of the chain!” she said out of breath.
“Yea” I was breathing harder than her and still had that stupid grin on my face. I was in violation of every moral and ethical code on that PDA list and that I was ever taught and I loved it! As soon as I caught my breath I resumed my amateurish attempt at a tonsillectomy she responded with a tight warm and moaning embrace which caught the attention of our cabby.

“Dayum!” exclaimed the taxi driver who was getting an eye full from his rearview mirror. “Aauuhmm! Where to?” he questioned.
“Back to the Galleria Baby? She asked in a high pitched almost childlike manor.
“Yea we can pick up your car then we can go to the Zoo!”
The Zoo? She questioned.
“Yea the Zoo” I replied. Judging from our animal-like behavior that’s just where we belonged. During our adjusting and trying to regain some look of decorum her purse emptied some of its contents revealing a memorandum written in French:

Va à Wal-Marts prend ampoules, coussins, gensive, et munitions Fait le lave, prend sèche nettoyer Arrêt par et
tue Walter
Translation:

Go to Wal-Marts pick up bulbs, pads, gum, soap powder and ammo
Do the wash, pick up dry cleaning
Stop by and kill Walter

Could this have been a joke, a way to release emotional tension caused by their strained relationship or was my predecessor about to become the recipient of the BBB? I swallowed a lump in my throat the size of a Tennis ball the said,

“To the Galleria my man”. The cabby chuckled and headed for Westhiemer.

To Be Continued

Deacon