I wonder at times if am I related to some men in terms of genetic species. Some of my masculine brothers have not been equipped to handle various social settings. It amazes me the lack of communication skills that many men have in social activities. “Take that monkey suit off, you’re embarrassing us…” takes on a whole new meaning when Shoulder Lean is played in the club.
“Don’t mean no disrespect, I gots love for u
But all these bitches in the club & you wanna talk to a dude…”
Scarface – Me & My Homies Part II
When I heard these lines from the legendary southern rapper, hundreds of past gatherings flooded my memory. I conjured images of beautiful women, taking hours to adorn themselves with clothes, makeup, etc. to appeal to our immature eyes and when we get to the locale we spend 3 and ½ hours of a 4-hour party, talking & standing beside the same 4 dudes we rode to the party with. This is something that I will carry to the depths of my grave so that I can personally ask the Savior why we were blessed with such an array of beautiful queens for one night and we spent the entire time enjoying the company of another man. Yes I agree, it doesn’t sound so glamorous when it’s put into that perspective. Is there a male, I can’t say man because men don’t behave this way, that can explain how you spend an hour at the barbershop, 2 hours in the mall buying a “fit”, and 2 hours getting clean, and then spend the next 4 hours in a man’s face? Quite a quandary…
It seems guys these days have lost the art of talking to women. A lot of guys would rather cover their hands in lighter fluid and stick it in a homecoming bonfire then engage a young lady in conversation at a social event. But I guess this conversation with women is secondary to dancing foolishly in a circle in the middle of the dance floor. It appalls me that groups of young men will push ladies off the dance floor so they can elbow each other and gyrate wildly; and curse the DJ that plays a slow jam and expects guys to grab a woman to dance closely with her in his arms. The dance floor clears as though someone had pulled a pistol screaming out “Westside.” Woe unto the world where R. Kelly or Marvin Gaye will empty a dance floor.
Maybe I am delusional and these guys are not really dancing with each other in the club. I’m sorry for even accusing these guys of ignoring the women like a middle school Sadie Hawkins ball.
“Don’t mean no disrespect, I gots love for u
But all these bitches in the club & you wanna talk to a dude…”
Scarface – Me & My Homies Part II
When I heard these lines from the legendary southern rapper, hundreds of past gatherings flooded my memory. I conjured images of beautiful women, taking hours to adorn themselves with clothes, makeup, etc. to appeal to our immature eyes and when we get to the locale we spend 3 and ½ hours of a 4-hour party, talking & standing beside the same 4 dudes we rode to the party with. This is something that I will carry to the depths of my grave so that I can personally ask the Savior why we were blessed with such an array of beautiful queens for one night and we spent the entire time enjoying the company of another man. Yes I agree, it doesn’t sound so glamorous when it’s put into that perspective. Is there a male, I can’t say man because men don’t behave this way, that can explain how you spend an hour at the barbershop, 2 hours in the mall buying a “fit”, and 2 hours getting clean, and then spend the next 4 hours in a man’s face? Quite a quandary…
It seems guys these days have lost the art of talking to women. A lot of guys would rather cover their hands in lighter fluid and stick it in a homecoming bonfire then engage a young lady in conversation at a social event. But I guess this conversation with women is secondary to dancing foolishly in a circle in the middle of the dance floor. It appalls me that groups of young men will push ladies off the dance floor so they can elbow each other and gyrate wildly; and curse the DJ that plays a slow jam and expects guys to grab a woman to dance closely with her in his arms. The dance floor clears as though someone had pulled a pistol screaming out “Westside.” Woe unto the world where R. Kelly or Marvin Gaye will empty a dance floor.
Maybe I am delusional and these guys are not really dancing with each other in the club. I’m sorry for even accusing these guys of ignoring the women like a middle school Sadie Hawkins ball.
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