New York Women

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

I have a quick question to ask...

...why are New York women so damn mean?!

And why do I think New York women walk around with a chip on their shoulders?

I used to say to my New York buddies, "I don't know how ya'll can deal with the women here"

So at first, I thought it was just me. But then I found out that other dudes in NYC felt the same way. And I felt better…LOL

I’m from Chicago, and I've met women from different parts of the city when I used to perform and go clubbing in NYC...I noticed a BIG difference between the attitudes of native New Yorkers and out of towners...even Long Island women are much cooler and more down to earth, and Long Island is on the SAME body of land with Brooklyn and Queens!

For everyone who isn’t from New York City, NYC is made up of 5 boroughs: Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, Manhattan, and the red headed step-child called Staten Island.

Long Island is east of Queens.

What’s funny is that it got to a point where I KNOW when a woman is NOT from the 5 boroughs.

If you’re a chick who smiles and appears too happy-go-lucky when I see you walking down the street, most likely you’re NOT from New York.

Real talk

How do I know?

I usually strike a conversation with them and find out they aren’t originally from NYC, or when I converse with a woman at a club who lives out of town

I don’t wanna generalize, but the majority of women I’ve met in NYC who acted more easy going were either:


A) From other parts of the United States and moved to New York

B) Older women (age 30 and up)

C) Living on Long Island, Westchester County (north of the Bronx), or New Jersey (across the Hudson River from NYC)

You might say, "King, maybe it's how you approach them"

I’m not the type of dude who normally holla at females on the street. That’s not my style because it’s impersonal, and I understand the bullshit that women go thru from men on a daily basis with the cat calls.

If I catch eye contact with a shorty, I might say, “Hey, beautiful” and go my merry way.

Sometimes I get a response...
...sometimes I don’t

I don’t take it personal when I don't

I don’t take it personal because NYC is a cold, dog-eat-dog, rat race type of city where people are constantly on top of each other.

And people wonder why I rather work and live on Long Island than the boroughs…NYC is TOO stressful...word up

So I understand why New York women put up a defensive wall when you approach them

I laugh to myself when I see a sista mean mugging, but smiles AFTER I say a joke.

Anyway, I’m out like Star Wars

Peace

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com

P.S.

To all the New York women out there; I’m not shitting on ya’ll. But damn, it doesn’t hurt to smile sometimes

Team Gator All-Black Party RECAP!!!

What’s woody, kinfolk?

Fuck!!!

I broke my damn cane on the way to the club…what a way to kick off my night…I haven’t hit the clubs since Labor Day weekend to finish up on Thick 2…my night already faced a rocky start

Cheapness doesn’t pay off…I bought that cane during my travels for 40 bucks…should’ve bought the joint for 60…that cane was more stable with a loop handle

They lucky my cane broke…straight up...I was gonna floss my ass off with it…LOL

Team Gator Co-CEO Peoples celebrated his born day @ Club Pranna in downtown Manhattan last Friday…the PACKED jumpoff was an all-black affair…real grown and sexy…you know I had to switch it up a bit by throwing the candy red in the mix

The lovely Shy and Nah'Sun the Great

One love to Shy for coppin’ her copy of Thick When the Chances are Slim at the club…she stopped me squeezing through the crowded ass dance floor that felt like I stood in a can of sardines and asked, “Are you Nah’Sun?”

I was flattered about her steppin’ to me considering we never met

We only know each other through Facebook

Shy is sexy as hell…THICK, too… Shy is what I call “slim-thick”...slim at the legs and waist with a bubble in the back that pokes out like bumpers

But on the real…I stay away from holla’rin’ @ supporters…mixing business and pleasure is like rum and milk

The messed up part is that I left my books in one of those free magazine bins on the street…anyone could’ve opened the bin and took a copy, but I seriously doubted that anyone in the thick of Manhattan would’ve opened the magazine bin to take a book

I asked the bouncer if I can go out the club to get my books and run back in to give Shy a copy of Thick for her to purchase

Homie said, “You gotta gimme a tip.”

And you know what, I wasn’t mad at his hustle…I would’ve done the same thing

…so I gave dude 5 bucks

Then the bartenders wanted a 2 dollar tip for using the pen they gave me to autograph the copy

…I didn’t give ‘em shit

Kool DJ Red Alert and yours truly

Speaking of meeting people…

I wanna give a shout out to all the ladies at the club tellin’ me, “I remember you on the trip to Atlantic City.”

Team Gator threw a day party @ 40/40 Club in Atlantic City last August…you know I did my thing…the shorties remembered my steez when I rocked the red fedora back then as well

As you can see, I’m a celebrity…I’m just not famous

*pimp giggle*

Real men rock red Stacy Adams socks

My night wrapped up on a positive note…I hooked up with a few familiar heads and made new connects…I linked up with this brotha and his homeboy outside Pranna before walking in…they knew the bouncers

Make a short story shorter, we skipped the line because of that connect

The funny part of the whole night happened at the end…an argument popped off between a guy and his homeboy’s girl…make another short story shorter, ol’ girl felt that dude violated at an all-white party awhile ago…dude copped pleas and apologized to his homie and his girl

A misunderstanding that could've been squashed in a matter of minutes lasted for 15 minutes…

…and I got most of it on my camera phone

Hahahahahaha

I give the Team Gator all-black jumpoff an A minus

The minus comes from the bartender fuckin’ up my Long Island Iced Tea…homie made it too bitter…you NEVER mess with a Black man’s drink and expect to get away with it

I had fun overall…shout out to DJ Mike Neeze...money did his thing by making me forget why I stopped clubbin’ for a minute…a lot of DJs nowadays act too pussy to play different shit by going the safe route…Mike Neeze mixed it up by playing new joints along with the forgotten oldies but goodies

I can’t wait until the March 72-hours of no sleep ski-trip Team Gator is hosting…not only I’m finna party my ass off, but also sell copies of both Thick books since they let me hold down a table

Nuff respect

Aight ya’ll…I’m out

Peace

Nah’Sun

Peoples (rockin' the sky blue bow tie) and the crew

What Would Dr. King Do At The Club?

I just wanna say the club me and my man had hit up on MLK Day was booty…straight wack.

20 bucks was wasted on some nonsense…I won’t put the club on blast, though…I’m a firm believer of second chances when it comes to clubs (sometimes)

What I WILL do is give you a hint:

The club rhymes with “Sexy Mon” and is located in Midtown Manhattan

You figure out the rest

The DJ was garbage…the drinks were expensive in small ass cups…and the chicks were “okay”

Gimme at least 1 out of the 3 if all of those factors at the club don’t measure up at the same time

The bright spot was…you guessed it, ME

Your favorite author turned socialite



 

I debut my tie that night…straight player (the tie, not me)

I fell in love with that tie the first time I saw it at my favorite tie store somewhere in Mahattan…I made a pledge to rock nothing but suits when I hit the club…suited and booted in the year dime 2 pennies.

And I’m the quarter dollar, baby pa





And no...I didn't "swagger jack" Neyo...I rocked fedoras before homie got famous
 
The comments I get from people went from "you look like a pimp" to "you look like Neyo"
 
Just because I cock my hat "Ace Deuce" means I look like Neyo??? Get the fuck outta here
 
Oh yeah…model Crystal Bates hosted the party (nice girl)…she appeared in Straight Stuntin magazine and all that good stuff





I knew see wasn’t a chick coming to party at the club that night based on her attire…I approached her, introduced myself, gave her a bookmark, and keep it movin'
 
You know...networking

I didn’t realize she was Crystal Bates until I saw the pics days later…even if I did, I still would’ve treated her the same way I’d treat a honey without a title
 
Pretty woman...thick as heaven...Owwwwww!!!
 
Anyhoo…my man Yemi had left without telling me…he said the party was wack and he had to go to work the next day anyway…the fucked up part was him not telling him he'd left
 
There I was looking around the club like a madman tryna find them cat...good thing cell phones and texting exist

He claimed he didn’t wanna disturb me because he peeped me talking to a chick (which was true) and didn’t wanna mess up my rhythm

Nice girl, too…real down to earth…but who plays on their Nintendo DS at the club???


o_O

Aight, ya’ll…I’m out...have a nice weekend and don't do anything I would do
 
Nah’Sun the Great