Friday, May 7, 2010
Brutally Honest...Ladies do excuse me.
Its a jungle in my mind.
P.S: I've tried to tone down sexual content. I find that I've been knowingly ignoring certain friend request for my blog page, because i'm not ready just yet to be politically correct with my freedom to expression . So for those who do know, indulge me one more time, and "Let me speak Let me Speak, as Kirk Franklin Said.
Most men just don't care.
The inert creed of a man in his raw form is:
If she does so much as give the impression that she "wants it",
Go for the kill, damn the consequences.
In the moment of the chase, we lie, we fake, we put our best foot forward,
The target is all we're seeing.
And the target is flesh.
Money becomes a non-issue.
Yes It sounds brutally crude, but the truth is,
atimes free money is all it takes to close the deal.
Atimes that's sad, atimes (yes) its convenient.
You don't say much, only count the bills and pick a date.
Atimes its that simple, that easy...
Then I find it hard to tell the difference anymore between the street prostitute and the girl next door.
Sometimes i scare myself.
Because despite my best efforts,
the man in me snakes out -
with a shiny wink, uncommon wit and toothy grin,
and some undiscerning brood returns a shy smile.
*Stupid Stupid Stupid*
Creed: If she returns a smile, she's interested.
E.g, I did my best to keep my trap shut,
instead i mouth whilst feigning disinterest "How long have you worked in the building?"
"Not too long."
She should have ignored me.
Creed: Once you establish first conversation, the rest is pure techniques.
E.g, 9pm She'd changed into something more casual, more clingy, then she dropped by.
"Are you leaving soon?" (She was asking for a ride)
I cough, "Uhmm, No, i'll be busy for a while".
"Maybe next time"
*Stupid Stupid Stupid*
That's your trump card; it means Run whilst i tentatively have the fortitude to look the other way (away from the high skirt).
Creed: If she's in your car 9pm on a friday, then you're not heading straight home.
Sometimes we hate ourselves,
because give a man the tiniest glimpse of "you".
and he looses all sensibilities.
He'd forget God, Forget her smile, Forget 9 year old Carrey...
Creed: He'll remember after "5minutes", if he lasts that long.
Him and her, our intentions are varied,
as far as the frigging north pole is to the south.
To have and to hold, you seek.
But for only five minutes is all he needs.
Its beautific when you slowly stir your hot cuppachino like that,
but if you stir too hard, the thing'll soon spill (on you).
So if you see me-him walking down the street,
Just Let us walk on by...walk on by...
Sigh. Let no man deceive you otherwise,
despite our best efforts,
none has it figured out.
It's a long wearying unending battle being the so called, "better man."
Creed: That's why i still find it hard to let go of my kid sister, because we know all we're worth, us men.
End: Now you understand why i'm not going to be in the frigging cold for two whole years if you're not there with me...
Creed: All it starts with is a kiss, a simple kiss. Then the rest is downhill.
P.S, I dare say we've done good so far. But "only so far", is where all these jungled thoughts are streaming from...where my daily fear lies.
But...He is faithful to keep...to keep keeping, right???