I Love New York Reunion Weekend

12 Pack and Heat Keeping the Party Jumpin'

You all know I am old and square. It takes a lot of energy for me to leave off the
-g on -ings. But Quanda is trying to be hip and cool once in her life. Yes, I know I am failing but hell at least I'm tryin'.
Meeting 12 Pack was a trick o treat of sorts. He was friendly enough and had some nice eyes. But he rubbed my partner in crime the wrong way. 12 Pack misinterpreted a video she did ( the wrong way) and he had a bone to pick with her. However, he did open his shirt a little for me. ( Yes, I have a nipple fetish.) Thanks for that treat, dude! If I had, had smaller bills I would've tipped you $5. Gotta love hot, young men....

On to Heat, I don't even know what to type. Heat is better looking in person. A very good looking guy and he has a vibrant personality. And he definitely has some love for Quanda. He basically said, " Quanda when I saw you I didn't want you to be Quanda." Who the hell did he want me to be? "...Girl you are pretty. Oh you make me want to..." Heat proceeded to grab gently at my waist and rear while biting his bottom lip. I am going to be honest with you all. Quanda was a deer caught in head lights. I never thought in a billion years I would be Heat's type....not even a million. What the hell was wrong with him? He had all sorts of young honeys and a few chicken heads trying to get them some Heat. So the @sshole, you all know as Quanda just couldn't leave well enough alone. I just had to talk, " So during our interview you gave me a solid 8. Am I still a solid 8?" He shakes his head no... "I give you a 9 1/2. I thought you would be so unattractive in person. You talk so much sh@t during your interviews. Yeah, I give you a 9 1/2."

" I can't get a 10?"
" 10s are for those I've seen naked."

" 9 1/2 is cool. I'll take that 9 1/2."
" Oh Quanda you driving me crazy. There's something about you. You are my type."

" Really, I think I am a little old for you."
" Get the f@ck out of here you look like you're in your 20s..." ( He meant 20 +19).

I am thinking Heat needs to visit a local optometrist. But I surely appreciated the compliment. He went off to socialize and I chatted up Token and Onix or they chatted me up. By the way, Onix looks so sexy riding a bull. One can only imagine ( pull your mind out of the gutter Q.)! So later on I said goodbye to Heat. He was still being MANNISH. And he caught me of guard when I told him no about hanging out more. He said, " What, you have to be Whiteboy to spend some time with Quanda?"

People, Heat was calling me out. In spite of this questionable attitude, I was determined not to go bad on any of the cast members. ( Hey, you never know who might get their own show.) What the hell did Whiteboy have to do with me saying no? He wasn't even at the bar. No one was even thinking about him ( I so lie) . The point is don't ever eva bring up another man, when a woman refuses you. NEVER!

So Groovy, a production staff member and I hop into my car to go back to the hotel. And the guy says something to the effect of, "So it's about to jump off with you and Heat?"

WELCOME TO QUANDA'S TWILIGHT ZONE ...Where strange things occur....

Where the hell did that come from? Where did he get that lovely idea? Of course, I didn't receive an answer to my liking or understanding. I figured someone had said something. Let me tell the ladies something ...MEN GOSSIP AND TALK CRAP MORE THAN WOMEN. We pull up to the parking lot. And low and behold Heat is taking a leak. So the three of us part ways and as I am walking to my room. The production staff member yells, "Heat, Quanda's over there going to her room." It goes without saying that I made like 'Flo Jo' to my room.

So I make it to my room. It had been a long day and a nice long bath sounded good. So I am in the tub and my cell phone rings. It's Heat. God Bless his persistent soul. So we talk and he requests that I come to his room. ( Younguns, mama Q. gonna tell you one time. I am old school. I go to no man. You come to me. And I don't give a d@mn if the pink fools you.) I tell him no. We ain't hooking up in his room or mine. I did however share with him that a person mentioned something about Heat and I hooking up. And you know I have to give Heat credit. He instantly admitted, that was his doing. He was telling the guy that he wanted to get with me. In spite of his persistence, I respected his honesty. I ended the call, only to receive another ...LMAO ...and another.

ROFLMAO...call me crazy, but after all of the reasoning, debating and cussing out ...I still have love for Heat. I am not going to lie to you all. Tuesday, I hated Heat and blamed him for my lack of sleep. However, he wasn't the only culprit that night.

So ladies if you happen to see Heat in the club. Make sure you sho' him some love, he's a cutie. And in spite of my irritation, I still have love for Heat. Quanda just had to say, "No, thank you!"

Credit: Meale

A retired Qmoment!