I’ve been away awhile, and since I’ve been gone I’ve collected quite a lot of music. So I’ll pick something from the tops of the charts a la Gaga. Like the people over at Entertainment Weekly, I had to watch this video numerous times. First, figuring out what was going on… then because it was so visually stimulating… then I started liking the song… or the video… I don’t know which came first but before I knew it, by the end of the week, the video was on my iPod.
I’m not going to lie. I enjoy seeing scantily clad women from time to time dancing to some good hypnotic music. I’m a guy who loves women in general. The only thing I did not like in this video was the hideous grotesque reptilian outfit Gaga wears midway through the video. Kudos and accolades for her eccentric and original styles, but that green alien look is off-putting and sets off a gag reflex. But hey, she’s wearing it, not me. I just look away and wait patiently for the “bedroom scene.” Honestly, I love the “diamond scene” because of that Matrix-esque vide it has… even though it isn’t like that at all (trick photography). I also think she looks the most beautiful in the close-up scenes when she’s crying.
And in case you were wondering if this video has a point or if there’s a story and you are missing it, from what I gather, the Lady was kidnapped, kinda drugged and then forced to be sold as a pleasure slave of sorts. The Lady has other plans by the end of the video and it’s really too bad… for the guy that bought her. As for the song’s meaning: basically she wants all your love, all the good things about you, and the bad things about you, even if it’s really bad, she still wants it. So you better give it or you might end up like the dude that bought her.
Hey old friend. I’ve missed you. I’m hoping we can get together soon because I really miss having you around. Life just hasn’t been the same. I thought with you gone for a while, I’d sleep a little easier. But wouldn’t you know it, I’m up all night now? I wake up even later than usual for work and that’s no good. I’m not even eating like I used to. What’s up with that, right? I think I’m slightly more irritable and/or cynical too… I’m not sure.
Anyway, I just want you to know that my resisting you is nothing personal. I think my body just needs to be flushed, so for a week it was nothing but water. Trust me, as much as I love water, it’s got nothing on you with your perks and flavors. But seriously, without water, there wouldn’t be you either, so no hating.
I will admit, however, that I’ve been drinking a lot more tea than usual. Again, don’t be alarmed, it’s not a replacement. My throat has been yucky lately. Let’s face it, you can’t really help a sore or sickly throat. As my mom loves to say, tea has antioxidants. You? Not so much. It’s not your fault. You were grown and roasted that way. Maybe your leaves have healing powers? Well, I think we would’ve discovered that by now. Instead we just utilize your tasty beans. Which I recently found out were edible and taste good chocolate covered. A little gritty for my taste, though.
Anyway, I just don’t want you to be mad that I haven’t seen you in a while. I do miss you. Iced or hot. And of course you know it never mattered what time of day. But I think when we do meet again, I’ll actually get those rushes like I used to. And then when I’m at my job, I’ll speed through work like I’m so used to doing. I’d be doing that now… but here I am, writing you this letter.
I’ve been complimented about my style of writing for some time. The way I write, how I “sound,” which to writers abound would mean my “voice.” I continue to tell people that the way I write is very similar, if not close to, the same fashion as how I speak, although like most people, I speak faster than I can type. With that, I’m known to speak in run-on sentences or just sentence fragments. And then when it comes to writing, I try to follow most of the grammatical rules I’ve learned through public school just enough to make the point that I can bend them or completely break them consciously knowing I’m doing it purposefully, with the reader being in on it too, of course.
I think it’s safe to say that I took a break from writing altogether the past few months. I’ve written no new versus of poetry. No ballads of love lost, hopeful love found, revelations from God, God’s endless love, the love of cheese, haiku about nothing, or just sprawling prose that squeeze my mind out like a dirty sponge that just cleaned the entire kitchen from countertop to the annoying nooks in a George Foreman grill.
I haven’t written any screenplays full of stories that I personally haven’t heard or seen. Nothing that I’ve been inspired by real life scenarios, trips to casinos, encountering new foes or the joy and pain of buying and washing clothes. And yes, that would end up in some line of dialogue in a script I have yet to write. That and countless hours of usable, original, and moving quotes and conversations I’ve had with various walks of life over the past few months. And by “moving,” I’m including times where I or someone else has been either moved to tears of sadness, laughter of embarrassment, being angry with or at a friend or even envy of a friend.
And blogging, which I believe is one of the freest forms of open sourced musings about whatever your imagination can think of, has been absent on my to-do list of late. Free in so many ways, both fortunate and unfortunate. I don’t get paid to do it, but it’s free to read it. But who am I to complain, I’m just happy I have the gift of a voice and passion to write just about anything to my heart’s delight. Sometimes life is just happening to quickly or time won’t allow me to stop to write the roses.
I listen attentively to movies, songs, teachers, friends, and anyone who is speaking whether it’s a script, excerpts from a book or just their own heart or mind. Sure, I’m listening to what they are saying, but I’m listening to their voice. The words they use to say what they feel or see or think. It’s remarkable. I’ll sit there and covet other’s voices when I constantly must remind myself: I have my own. They say a good and seasoned comedian doesn’t fully develop his/her voice until about 10 years. I also know that about 10 years ago, my voice was probably an octave or two higher. It’s not just how it sounded, but emotionally, spiritually, intellectually I’ve grown into my voice. Increase in vocabulary and better syntax and semantics. Things I learned become easier to understand with age just like insurance and mortgages. And I also know, that as time goes on, it will continue to mature. I may say smart things now, but a couple decades from now, I hope to be beyond intelligence: wisdom.
I’m back… again… after my unplanned hiatus. I took a lot longer than I planned but as the saying goes, life happens. I was struggling juggling both life and blogging, so obviously something had to give, and the Indoob unfortunately had to suffer.
So I apologize to the Indoobians whom may have felt abandoned for the few months I was gone. I certainly didn’t forget. A friend once said that if you have a blog, you should practically be in love with it. And trust me, the Indoob is definitely my main squeeze.
Now the $20 question (it’s all I can afford, if I were buying or giving the money away): where did I go? Or maybe more accurately, what was the big project I claimed to have been working on?
To make a long story short, I was working on a screenplay with a friend of mine. The story is still under wraps because I do plan on returning to it. (That answers the question if I finished it.) I kept running into walls. Not writer’s block. I’ve learned that there’s really no such thing. Sure, as a writer, I may stumble and have some trouble… but I won’t say that I’m blocked or anything. If I ever get stuck, I just come back to it later. Similar to what I’m doing with this screenplay. However, I could’ve easily picked up a second idea my friend floated over to me, but no. Like I said, life happened.
By life, I mean friends and summer and church events and school and just an assortment of things that undoubtedly would’ve been blog-worthy. And perhaps I shall revisit those moments in time at another time… but since I’ve been away, I had been considering how I’d revamp the Indoob with my return and all. I probably won’t change a lot… or maybe nothing at all… except new content of course.
I’ve been pretty immersed in the entertainment industry. Not really contributing, but observing and commenting. My Facebook and Twitter are highly active and were basically my means of staying connected. As much as I enjoy tweeting, 60% of the time I want to say a lot more than what 140 can hold. So I knew I had to return to my beloved soon.
I also haven’t forgotten my plans to possibly move into making podcasts. There really isn’t anything that’s stopping me with that one since I have everything I need now. I can even make myself a theme song or two!
And I did mention school; I’m back at Middlesex Community College with a goal to work on getting a web design certificate. Although, in retrospect, next semester I may also continue with broadcast communication where I left off a couple years ago. Kitten is also in school and I found myself somewhat tutoring her or helping her with her papers she writes for her classes. She’s going for early childhood education. She’s also taking a psych class. I’m learning so much about both that I think I should get some honorary credits. Or maybe I should just take those classes next year and breeze through them. Yeah, I doubt that. Although I may need to take psych… I don’t know why though. And I don’t really want to. The one class I have this semester is Intro to Digital Arts with a pretty awesome teacher that reminds me a lot of Rob Paulsen. This is a good thing. With a three hour class, I need be somewhat mildly entertained to stay awake. The class isn’t boring, just long. And there’s just something about staring at a screen in a dark room for a period of time a couple hours before bedtime that just makes you want to make that keyboard a makeshift pillow. But I’m learning stuff and it will surely all come in handy. Some of it already has. And getting trial versions of some decent software I can use later in life for sure.
Now you know a little more about why I’ve been away. If I can help it, I won’t stay away for too long again. As always, you can follow me on Twitter or be a friend of mine on Facebook. (Be sure to tell me Indoob sent you.) 9 times out of 10, whatever you read from me on Facebook, is what’s on Twitter.
So stay tuned for opinion pieces about movies, TV shows, news and of course, food and the places to get them. Hopefully I will also be a little more liberal with some pictures. Either my own or borrowed. We’ll see.
My fellow Indoobians, let me apologize profusely for disappearing for the greater part of the month. As you know, I wouldn’t just up and disappear without having good reason. And alas, there is no different case here.
I had been working on two projects. A feature film screenplay (instead of the typical short films I’m accustomed to writing) and various events for my church (or specifically for my father) from working on our website to editing recordings of past sermons to typing Bible study lessons to being the DJ for our recent Friends and Family Picnic. So, I’ve been busy. And I knew something had to give in my busy schedule, and unfortunately it was the Indoob that had to take one for the team.
I kept up on Twitter and Facebook. Unfortunately, I’ve also been too busy to make my rounds to my other favorite sites and blogs to leave my two or three cents. But in due time when some of the heat goes down, I’ll be back to my old tricks.
As for the screenplay I’ve been working on, I don’t want to share much info about it other than it being a creature feature starring a new breed of aquatic life that you really don’t want to meet unless it’s already dead. This is a joint venture with a good friend named Shariff Butler, a performance poet and playwright who hired me as an actor for a short spoken word gospel play that we performed on an off-Broadway stage a couple years ago. He staged another production some time later with a larger role for me, playing his sarcastic and sharp-witted son. Not really a stretch for my real life personality. What was interesting was the fact Shariff starred as my father, when he’s really like two years older than me. But it’s the magic of theater!
Anyway, he had a couple ideas of screenplays he wanted to write and sell. So he called me up and asked if I was interested in helping him. I was struggling with picking which of my own stories to write, so I decided to shelve my ideas for now and work on something brand new. It was exciting and I was ready to go. But somewhere I hit a wall and well, life happened. I wasn’t really able to get as much work done as I had hoped, and then I started working on things for the church until my drive came back, which it eventually did. I didn’t meet the deadline I set for myself, but I have a better roadmap now.
And then of course there is my day job. I was struggling there too for a while, but things have gotten better. I’ve also done some things, seen some things, and been to some places I would’ve loved to have written about. And don’t worry, I most certainly will in due time. But I’m focusing on priorities.
I meant to write a post like this forever ago, but time wouldn’t really allow it. I felt if I had time to write a blog post, that’s one or two pages I could’ve written for the script. I caught a break at work so I figured I’d get this in now so no one thinks I died or just abandoned my blog. No, no. I love the Indoob. I miss it. But I need to focus on greater things before I can return. So stay tuned, I’ll be back full steam soon.
I gotta say, audio books are indoobly awesome. I’d first like to give a special shout out to Melissa Donovan (once again) for recommending this book to me. I was honestly going to buy the actual hard copy book, but after consideration, I opted for the audio version. This is uberhelpful for someone like me who likes multitasking. Such as being on the job and not actually being able to read when I have so many other things my eyes need to be doing. However, listening isn’t required for my job unless there’s an important meeting of some kind or I’m on the phone. Many times, this means both.
So, what’s Snow Crash all about? Well first, this novel takes place some time in the future. It’s quite interesting what kind of world we have to look forward to. Consider, if you will, The Matrix, except the real world isn’t run by machines. Yet. But as droll as reality may seem, most people hang out in what is called the “Metaverse” where you can have your own avatar to represent you, a digital home to live in, clubs to go party in… those who are familiar with Second Life will understand. It’s more like that than The Matrix. I guess.
Our hero is named Hiro. This caught my attention because not only is that his name, but he also has a sword. What other show do I watch about a hero named Hiro who has sword skills? Hmm… I wonder. Well, there’s no time/space jumping here… but it’s still pretty cool.
There’s also a young female character named Y.T. whom I was actually imaging to look different than how she was described. Perhaps it was my fault for not hearing it earlier. But whatever. She is Hiro’s “sidekick” in this story.
But what is it about? Cyberpunk issues. There’s a new drug going around in the Metaverse and it’s so strong, it practically makes you vegetable for the rest of your life. Not just in the digital world, but in reality. But wait, it gets much deeper than that. Who is hustling this drug? Where did it come from? And how and why is it spreading so quickly?! By the way, this drug is called Snow Crash. It looks like TV static… well… at a distance.
Overall, I thought this story was pretty interesting. I’m a self-proclaimed geek, so I got a lot of the lingo. I did get lost when Hiro turned to a source of knowledge called The Librarian. So much babble (inside joke) that I got a little bored. I bought the unabridged version of this audio book which spans about 18 hours total. I assume the shorter version is a bit easier to listen to, but I didn’t want to miss anything.
Speaking of which, kudos to the reader whose name escapes me. I apologize. But he did a great job portraying all the characters and giving them all their own distinct voices just by his one voice alone. I started having a crush on Y.T. even though she is too young and probably a bit too spunky for me. But now I understand why they give these guys Grammys.
Just a note, this novel has some graphic nature to it. If this were made into a movie (which they tried to do when it was first published in 1992), it would definitely be rated R, for graphic violence, strong language, and a scene of sexuality. LOL… so you’ve been warned.
As the whole world already knows, yesterday was indeed a tragic day, for we lost not one, but two great stars.
I can’t say I was a big fan of Farrah Fawcett, but any life lost is certainly devastating. Not just a beautiful Angel on TV, but in real life too. My prayers go out to her family and friends.
As for Michael Jackson, what can I say that millions haven’t said already? The nice thing about stars, even after they die, their light continues to shine for many generations. Perhaps another day I will go into greater detail of what one of the greatest legends of my generation has meant to me. In the meantime, I’ll let his music speak for itself.
From Moonwalker, I’d post the entire movie, but who’s got the time to watch it? I would recommend any fan buy it, but who has a VCR anymore? And the DVD isn’t quite availible here (in USA) …yet.
Someone made an awesome dance montage video.
This is the actual montage music video for “Who Is It.”
Probably, possibly one of my favorite music videos. Like movies, it’s hard to pick just one. But for the moment… (For the record, watch the Moonwalker version, it’s so much better, this just has a fitting final shot.)
Back to Moonwalker, which is actually the very beginning of the movie. It starts with an extended version of Man in the Mirror which is one of my top favorite songs and I think it embodies what he was all about as a humanitarian. I have blogged about this song before back in November with the theme of change. Take a look, you’ll see I’m still the same fan, just in mourning. I also think the ending song and scene is poetic in it’s own right, and for now, it’s one of the best ways I can think of to end this tribute.
We love you Michael.
(I can hear him saying “I love you more!”)
Rest in peace.
In retrospect, I don’t think my adventures at Foxwoods Casino would be as long as a read as my adventures in New York, and technically, this POST should have been posted the day after the NY trip, and not a month later… but here we go.
We arrived around 5 pm to check in. I was told that due to my checking in with a bank card, the money would be taken out of my account immediately. Which was fine by me, I had just got paid. Yes, yes yall! Anyway, I had also received my AAA discount ’cause that’s how I roll, son. I’m sorry, I don’t know where this is coming from.
So first let me back up to arriving at the casino. There are three entrances. We wanted the main entrance so we could self-park in their underground garage. Silly me, giving directions, I told Kitten the wrong way and we almost got valet parking (which I later found out is a free service… I think). Anyway, we had to drive completely out onto the main road in order to get back in. I personally think that’s kinda crazy… but I’m not running the casino, so I have no say in the matter.
We take the elevator up to the hotel lobby. I’ll also chime in here to say that Foxwoods has four hotels. The elevator from the garage lifted us to the lobby of a hotel we weren’t staying in, which meant we had to go back to the elevator, rise to the casino level, then trek across to another elevator area, and go down to the other lobby of our hotel. Fortunately, our room was literally right next to the elevator. And when we wanted to go to the casino, it brought us right on the floor. They got points from me for that.
One main reason we were there was for the Hard Rock Cafe. If you’ve never eaten there, they have some very great food and lots of things all over their walls to keep you busy while you wait for your food. However, the place isn’t very cheap. This is also why we planned to go after payday. Unfortunately, a wedding party possibly had the same plan too. Or at least we assume it was a wedding party. My guesstimating puts this rowdy bunch of folk at about 40 or 50 people. Drunk people. Loud drunk people. At the Hard Rock, they play good rock n roll in the background while you eat. We couldn’t hear any of it. It was pretty bad. Our waitress apologized profusely. Due to limited talking (since we couldn’t hear each other) we were done with our food sooner than usual. We were also a little frightened of the other patrons.
Now this wasn’t our first time to Foxwoods, but we thought we should go in style. Unfortunately (again) no pictures were taken of us, so you can’t see how sexy-cool we were. But we were also “poor” as we like to say.
And how do poor people roll at the casino? With rolls of coins! That’s how. A few days before we left, we counted and rolled quarters, nickels, dimes, and finally, pennies. We took these with us and had an adventure finding a cashier who would exchange them for bills, since these slots no longer allow the use of coins. Bummer. The lady looked a little perplexed that we both showed up with $16 in rolls of coins. We both had $36 each, but left our rolls of quarters for later use (we never used them). Besides that, the machines didn’t taken $1 bills, yet had $1 games. Go figure. We found the 5 cent and 1 cent games and tried our luck. For once, I won something. $50! However, Kitten would contend we won $20 since it took our $30 to do it. But the ticket the machine printed out said $50, and that’s what I’m saying I won.
After a glorious victory, we went back to our room again to give our feet a rest. We admitted that we were still in pain from the day before in the city. We both decided to change our shoes, so we looked a tad bit more casual than the formal sexy-cool we were earlier. I mean, we were still sexy-cool, don’t get it twisted! This time in our outing, we just went to explore the rest of the resort and check out the newest addition: the MGM Grand.
It was a long walk to get there. But it was certainly nice. We cashed in our ticket and got our $50. We wandered around and found an Apple store, a bunch of cool but expensive restaurants, and overall, the place made me think of Ocean’s Thirteen. Who am I kidding, the entire time I was there I was thinking of the Ocean’s movies. I brought Eleven but our room lacked a DVD player. Kitten had never seen the movie, so what a perfect time to show it, right? On our journey back to the other side of the resort, we ran into some promoters who gave us tickets to a free show. The tickets weren’t really for the show at the Hard Rock, but to get free drinks.
We go back to our room and hang out until the show begins. We actually got distracted reading the room service menu and how ridiculous the prices sounded. But we arrived to a moderately full house and got a table close to the stage. We ordered the same drinks we had earlier that night as we discover the band called “Sugar” is actually a cover band that has about 8 members to it. About 4 of them sing, 2 of the guys play instruments and sing a few leads, and 2 girls were the main singers (even for guy songs they covered) as well as dancers. Dancers that didn’t have a lot of variety to their dances. But whatever, it’s a free show.
We observed lots of interesting people. A group of friends came in, one of which was very drunk and a bit of a jerk. He threw up on the table and his girlfriend walked him out. She came back pissed off and appeared to get the other friends to leave with them. Eventually the dude came back, left, came back, and left again. It was weird. The friends never left and partied at the stage. Two old dudes that looked like a mix of unpopular retired rockers and Siegfried and Roy roamed the restaurant. What we didn’t know was that they were on the prowl. Siegfried asked this one older lady to dance by offering his hand. She declined, and he went back over to his friend after that song ended.
I have to admit, the band was pretty good. Laughable, but good. We enjoyed joking about them and their dancing, or their singing because it couldn’t quite compare to their originals. However we appreciated their range in song choices. We knew a vast majority, but they lost us on the occasional few.
Being at the Hard Rock Cafe during this time was the highlight of my night. Maybe even possibly that week. We danced for half a song to a song we couldn’t really dance to, but we had lots of fun.
We retired to our room after the show ended around 1 am. We awoke around 8 or 9 am, washed and packed, and headed to our favorite hot spot: Dunkin Donuts. We were a little surprised to see the price of coffee costing almost an extra dollar more! Criminals! Soon after, we checked out, and returned home.
I had been a little worried that day and a few days after because my back account never showed a transaction that I got the room. Did that mean we stayed for free? Was there an error and the casino bosses were going to send some men after me to get their money back a la Ocean’s? No. It showed up a few days later, leaving my account looking pretty empty. Now I must eat buttered toast until my next paycheck. But it was worth it to enjoy an expensive yet budgeted vacation as a lower-to-mid middle class citizen. So you too can spend a day in NYC or a night at an elite casino resort like Foxwoods. However, the next time, I’d want to stay at the Grand. I better start saving for that one now.
Due to the fact that I’ve been a little quiet lately, I decided to just do a short post about a favorite site I like to visit on a frequent basis. Consider this to be a “free plug.” I don’t get anything out of it other than the satisfaction of knowing you will probably be entertained or amused just as I am every time I go.
AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com – Surely, many people have heard of this site by now. If not, I highly advise you check it out and look at each picture. The theme is exactly what the URL says: awkward photos of families. The fun part is the categories like awkward baby pictures, wedding pictures, pictures with grandparents, hall of fame, mullets, and the subjectively creepy pregnant pictures. For the professional photography, you just have to wonder what the photographer is thinking. Is this shot really a good idea? Really? That’s the pose you want to last forever? Might I add, be sure to read the captions under the pictures… they really add to the awkward funniness of it in case the picture itself isn’t funny or awkward enough. And yeah, there are a few.
I have a few friends that, unfortunately, keep running into idiots. Some call them “dogs” or “pigs” or “man whores” or much worse and vulgar terms I choose not to publish. Such dudes are only out for one thing: to bed any attractive female they see. This is a problem for me because the majority of my closest friends happen to be attractive females. And growing up in a house of sisters, I acquired an overprotective trait, particularly to any male that might peak at any female close to me. I can’t help it. It’s not that I consider them my property and I’m ready to grumble “get off my lawn!” all Clint Eastwood style, but I just don’t want to see them disrespected or hurt. I perfected a specific “back off” look so well, that I didn’t even need to speak.
I recall walking aroung a store with my sister one evening. In the distance there was some dude checking her out. I suppose one could compare “the look” to what is called “the crazy eyes” in the movie The New Guy which is a movie I love by the way. Need a reminder? Here’s a couple…
Anyway, while I didn’t give an actual “crazy eyes,” I gave a look that had the same effect and said dude effectively looked away from me and my sister and began walking in another direction. Another instance, I intimidated a guy taking my sister out on a date of sorts by going out to the car to meet him. For some reason, I was holding a broomstick and brought it with me as I went out to chat with the dude. I wasn’t going to hurt him, I just wanted to say hi.
My sisters have since been married to wonderful, loving gentlemen and I am not worried about anyone disrespecting them whatsoever. If they were, their husbands will handle it, then my father, then me. Not necessarily in that order, but whatever.
Speaking of fathers, that’s the very reason why I’m the kind of guy that I am. And today, I became an angry man due to such an idiot disrespecting a wonderful female friend of mine. I was taught that a woman should be treated with the utmost respect at all times. You know, opening their car doors, pulling out chairs, giving them compliments, etc. All of that and more my daddy taught me. And not just by sitting me down and going, “Boy, this is how you respect a lady.” It was more of a learning by observation. Not only does this make the woman feel good, but it shows others that she is in good care. In fact, I’ve heard other women complain to their man when they see another man opening a door for a woman. “Look at that! You never do that for me.” And the guy groans, secretly hating the gentleman. Sadly, I feel like guys are doing less and less of this as time goes on. I hope I’m wrong.
I don’t do the opening-her-car-door all the time, especially with my car, Sam, who’s doors continuously lock every time it rains which makes it difficult to keep it unlocked while I’m outside. Forget the car remote, it makes it worse. But when I can do it, I do. And sometimes, the girl I’m with will race me to the car door just so she can open it first. I have weird friends.
Anyway, from what other women tell me, this classic gentleman is a dying breed. And it’s a shame. The stories I hear these days about how their men treat them angers me because it goes against what I’ve been taught about how to treat women. There are some guys that are out there that still believe women are objects. You see it in the music videos or maybe you know someone who does it. And it’s not all guys, of course. But I know a specific group of guys who go around to see how many women they can sleep with before they move on. Like a conquest contest. The catchy title is not meant to be flattering in this instance. It’s quite sickening.
Unbeknown to my friend and I, one of these conquistadors was attracted to my friend. She, at first, thought the guy was cute and even her type. After meeting him after weeks of shyness from both parties, she got a bad vibe and it turned out that she was correct in thinking he was trouble. Instead of a formal meeting, or even a friendly greeting, she gets a very vulgar R-rated text message from this guy. (I’m not going to talk about texting someone for the first time because it doesn’t matter to me. I’m a person that texts a lot more than calls, but that’s not the point I’m making today.) Really? Who does that? For the sake of argument, let’s just say the text said, “Let’s hook up tonight.” It was worse than that, and when I heard it, even I felt insulted. Again, there are some women out there that don’t mind one night stands or hooking up with random strangers they just met… this isn’t about them. This is in defense of those girls who like to get to know somebody first and take things slow. The kind of girls that are looking for a good man.
And I do know quite a few guys who like to cut to the chase, and perhaps that has worked on some women. Good for them. But my beautiful female friends have class. They have morals. Values. And they want to be treated and talked to like the beautiful women they are. And that’s where my a lot of my frustration comes from: I think some guys just don’t know how to talk to a girl they admire. I guess it’s different if you aren’t really looking for a relationship, but still. I’ve also heard stories of some dudes that think they are giving compliments, but come off as rude insults. Many of my female friends are sensitive about their hind parts and guys who “compliment” them in their guy-ly way only makes them feel worse. Again, I repeat, this does not apply to all women, nor am I talking about all guys. I just need to voice some frustration since I’m not the violent type. If I was, I might be in jail by now for knocking out the guy who said some pretty nasty things to my friend.
This really isn’t anything new, its just never been this bad for her. I think these kinds of guys should really keep their thoughts in their heads. But that’s my opinion. It angers me because it upsets her and other girls like her. It might even cast doubt on the next guy she meets that could be a genuinely nice guy, but is turned down because of a bad experience. So now, what’s left of these gentlemen must work even harder to prove that not all men are pigs. Some of them are actually looking for friends, girlfriends, companions, wives and not just a one night stand or bed buddy. They also call these guys keepers. So ladies, I think if you know any like that, you should let them know. Not that you want to keep them, but that they are someone who should be kept.
For the record, I’m aware of Ne-Yo’s album “Return of the Gentleman” or something like that, I haven’t listened to it and have heard good things about it, but I’m glad someone else has the right idea. Leave it to the soulful singers to get it right. Thus ends my rant. Goodnight and Happy Father’s Day to the real men doing it right.
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