Late December 2000, there was this black woman standing in front of the Fuadaya Motel on Rt. 110 in Amityville. I had worked at South Oaks for about 3 months in the early 90's and the older psychiatric aids would occaisionally mention that they'd go there on their break to pick up a girl. I honestly thought they were all kidding. I was 18 or 19 at the time and what right minded man in his 30s or 40s would think of such a thing?
Well, fastforward to December 2000. It was just after Christmas and I must have gone to my parent's house after an Islander game to pick up laundry. I had a whirlwind of women from March to November, then suddenly it all vanished. It was my first dry spell since I began having sex. (LOL, 6 weeks! Little did I know that there would be some lengthy droughts to come.) I left around 11 PM and something clicked in my head to go over to the Fukadaya Motel. I was nervous as all heck. When I picked her up, there was this very popular Missy Elliot song playing on the radio. (LOL, I remembered I turned the radio to Hot 97 to be more urban!!!)
It was a very exhillerating experience. I knew of the old Baychester stroll and hit that place up a few times. Later on in the Spring of 2001, I found Queens Plaza and the rest was history.
How many times a day do you shower?