Rain and Scottie invite me to to a party uptown. Since he never heads uptown, had to say yes. Going there, meet a blue-eyed girl named Gwen who said she can't tell who's mad and who's wearing a bluetooth headset. Contemplate giving her my number but we didn't hit the pivot point so I don't.
At the party, make my way across to my friends and run into pair of long legs before I find Rain.
Me: I just picked up the prettiest girl for you (turn to long legs and wave; she smiles and waves back)
We bounce into the bar in the pic where Scottie and Rain tell me that there's something wrong with me cause I don't sleep with the women I date.
Me: Guys call it "getting lucky," right? I hate that. It's a pathetic statement from pathetic men. Women don't "get lucky" but men do. That's ridiculous. Boys like me sleep with a girl cause we choose to, not cause we "get lucky."
Her: I don't approve.
Me: (shrugging and turning to Scottie) OK, I'll sleep with you then.Soon, we pile inna Scottie's whip. When we hit Central Park, Rain jets. Earlier, mentioned I liked Rain's leather jacket so as he exits, he takes it off and hands it to me. It's yours, he says. Before I can protest, he's already in a yellow going downtown.
Her: (pause) Take a number.Me: Sheeyah...
Bartender: (interrupting and pointing at me) Your friend's right. The guys that try to get lucky never do.
He's a good fella, that one. I'm wearing it below.
Once home, I get a message that Pretty Jenny and some others're around the way but then onea my stories I thought ended drops me a line.
You should stop by here for a spell. It'll break your heart, NYC in the Spring.
But it's totally worth it. If only for the people and the violets in Central Park.
Music: Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day - take me to New York