Baby Got Back

I, like most women, have body image issues. So when something happens that makes me feel better about some part of my anatomy, I tend to get very happy about it. Last night, I got a comment that made me blush, but in a good way, so I decided that the story needed to be told. I then remembered two other, related stories, so I'll tell them, too!

Last night, I was standing in line to pay my bill after eating out with a bunch of the cast of Guys and Dolls. I was paying attention to something else when I heard, "Damn, Danielle!" I looked over to see one of the guys checking me out. His next comment was something along the lines of, "You got booty! You should've been one of the Hot Box Girls!" I blushed and grinned.

About a year ago, I was window-shopping downtown. I went into this store, and the two girls at the counter started whispering and pointing at me - that was weird. On my way out, one of them stopped me and called me over. I checked my zipper (you never know when that's what someone is going to point out!), but it was fine. She asked, "Are you all white?" That threw me off, but I answered, "I think so." She replied, "Really? You've got a great ass for a white girl."

And number three: about five years ago, I went to Las Vegas. I was wandering up and down the Strip by myself at about 3 a.m., and I got stopped by this guy in front of one of the hotels. He was very friendly, and we chatted for a bit, and I sat down on the bench with him. After a few minutes, he asked me to stand up and turn around. I did, and he said, "Damn! You got booty for a white girl!" He then proceeded to give me his card and offer me a job dancing in one of his clubs. I wasn't up for moving to California, but I still have his card!

So there you go. Some of my readers have no idea what I look like, but now you know that I'm a white girl with a black ass. I hope this is a good thing... the folks in my stories seemed to think so!