Ok, maybe not so much wooed. But they sure impressed us. And yes, yes….they proved us wrong…..SOME men haven’t lost the art of conversation.
It was an awesome evening. It was so awesome that the powers-that-be are making it an annual affair. We were in great company – even Twitter friends came out *waves at Hayle and Tisha* – in a great atmosphere and at the receiving end of some great words – including one of our faves…….”fuck”. Know how to use it gentleman.
The men arrived lookin’, smellin’ like a million bucks, reciting poetry and quoting edited versions of famous rap lyrics:
Good evenin’ ladies and gentlemen, how’s everybody doin’ tonight? (alright, alright) I’d like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha…I like this young man because, when he came out, he came out with the phrase, he went from ashy to classy, ha, I like that….so everybody in the house, give a warm round of applause for………….Jimmy Smalls. Jimmy Smalls ladies and gentlemen, give it up for him y’all.
We didn’t ask for much. We just wanted a handful of men to show up and “converse” (not “conversate” Dennis!!) And although some of them thought they weren’t prepared, they were confident enough to stand amidst the crowd of ladies. Max and Skye and I sat back and gave the participants feedback (ok, Max and Skye gave feedback, I’m shy) while the ladies in the audience voted for who they thought was “Toronto’s Most Cunning Linguist“.
I was enthralled simply by being in the presence of all the
testosterone beauty of the men and their words. But there were a few pointers as denoted by the judges that I’d like to share with you:
- Quit your rambling. We get lost in your words.
- Chivalry isn’t dead. Some women just don’t know how to appreciate it.
- Be smart (read: nerdy). Our
legsminds will open more freely.
- Being nervous is natural. We like that.
- Ask questions, show interest, be you.
In the words of the great HLBB, “Speak your heart and hers will follow”. Simple right?
Much to my surprise and contentment, HLBB presented the certificate to the man who wore the Air Force Ones that captured Max’s heart (and he fully admitted to having relations wearing ’em)……
“Tonight, you’ve made a room full of women smile, and even more importantly you’ve given them hope. When they left here tonight they left thinking, ‘Yes…there are still some men out there who can talk to a woman’.
Not flirt, not insult, not argue, but talk…they way only a grown man knows how…
Your intelligence and eloquence did more than just impress us.
It made us want you.
These are your bragging rights…in writing and approved by the powerful ladies that be.
Let it be known that on June 23, 2011… you were declared TORONTO’S MOST CUNNING LINGUIST.
Congratulations to “Jimmy Smalls”, who is Toronto’s Most Cunning Linguist!”
Many thanks to the mastermind behind this event, the wonderful HLBB, the eloquent sexiness that is Skye and the one and only Max. You ladies are the reason I write. I am in awe of being in such poignant company. Thank you to Good For Her who provided a goody bag and to Jeff and the wonderful staff at Tequila Bookworm.
My special, heartfelt shoutouts to the homies of mine that came out. Jessi, Tiffany, Nevena, Amanda, Nicole, Ashlee and my sidekick/BFF Linda…..I owe you and love you all to death!!
My boys – Rorey, Isaac, Fabian, Dennis and Jimmy. You proved me wrong and I’m woman enough to admit it. You have my heart. Thank you.
Peace and love always my dear friends.
p.s. Much love to Mr. Dwayne Morgan. Your CD is on steady repeat on my iPhone. And The Man Sam Sharpe? I’m still tingling *winks*