Preaching Wine

Man was molded with emotion, and out of this comes the woman. This keeps us sane, at least in how we relate to each other. But too much of anything is chang’aa brewed with rats and pads with month. Emotion just like chang’aa blinds us at times, clouds judgment and leaves you wondering what you were doing.

Thanks to the Philippine and Latino invasion on our idiot boxes, the demand for a fantasy world by the fair ones is at an all time high. Ladies, and some men alike, get drowned in a world they want to be real. The unfortunate thing being most of us not being able to match the romance depicted- in an act- hence being termed unromantic.

This is what I think of love; Lost Opportunities Via Emotions. Opportunities being the many fish at sea. As a youthful individual, I am a laggard when it comes to relationships, and my maybe arrogant stance is because of the following:

1)      Most relationships are not bound to be lifelong and this is certain to both individuals hence it is just a form of passing time. Call it recreational if you may.

2)      The probability of a total overhaul of your social life is a certain 100 %.( unless she becomes one of the guys only with an intrusion where you have a extrusion).

3)      Midlife crisis! If you don’t have as much random, explicit, crazy fun now you’ll definitely be seeking it at fifty. My policy, that which you can legally do at twenty don’t procrastinate it till you are fifty.

4)      If cupid asks me what I did in my heydays, I’d want to correct him “you mean what and who I did” and hand him a memory chip and say “its all here”

So for now I’ll go drink with the boys, dance with any girl, get caught in compromising positions and gladly say “if you don’t want to join in, do close the door behind you.”

But this is just me. I am not tramping early relationships. Young love, I see it I respect it. But a crying shoulder when it crumbles I won’t give.

What are the chances that all I’ve said is just gibberish? High indeed. I am not discrediting myself; I just may be mistaken on love. Long-lasting Orgasms Via Emotion maybe? Sounds tempting, but that’s just my emotionally vulnerable side.

If ever I fall in my own criticism of what I have preached, then that’s a ride I will all too willingly take in a Dmax and pick her up where April left us. Only she can decipher this but just to hint, childhood crushes have a way of sticking around.

September Fortunes

Oh September, how much more can I thank thee. You finally brought life back to the swimming pool. To me that is not the joy of getting to show my half naked body, and ab <not abs> but it is the pleasure that another hunting ground has been made available. Swimming brings a lot of truth. You’d get to know if that girl’s ass and boobs are all natural or just padded, see how she looks without make-up, and yes chances are she is as smooth and flexible in other quotas as she is in the pool. And that girl can say she’s wet and not get you ideas…or not.

So as my eyes savor the feast of different shapes, sizes, complexions that are gloriously flattering the pool, it is a perfect 3-Bs; Boobs, Booty, Beauty. That to me concocts the almost perfect lady, Brains being the finishing touch. Sadly the three assets are being ‘creatively’ used to pick out 6ft wallet-tall men. A situation leaving we youthful lads singing a mournful dirge as we watch money stacks outdoing our sleek vibe. Not at all generalizing, there are a few hapa pale still with priceless booty, literally speaking. They can’t be bought. <Big up Mama Wambui on that>

All this flashing goodies at well pocket-endowed men got me thinking. If I can’t have them when I’m this much of a hustler that means only one thing; speculating that the trend continues and having about 4 years, give or take, till I can make concrete mullah, then the lass I’ll be picking up is in form one!! WTF! The thought is just wrong. But hey, age is just a number, provided si under 18. If you love him for his money, you might as well list your goodies in the securities exchange market.

I am mot at all ignoring the fact that lads would give a shag for mullah too. And that is just despicable! But let’s face it; it’s your own personal pair of nuts. If it earns you a living feel free, who said you can’t live with a virus or two?!

Beauty in the sun…

As I attempt to pen my next trail of thought, something blocks the sun. I look up and a bottle of sunscreen is held out to me. Perfectly manicured nails, cute face, nice body. All wet. “I saw you staring earlier so thought I could make use of the attention. Would you rub this on?” in a flash thought, am thinking for such confidence she must be nuts, but I do have a pair so what the hell. “Certainly, with pleasure, do lie down.” Now, now Karis, don’t get any ideas… yet!