Alright audience, I got this homie right and I told him that
I would not mention his name, but I was definitely gone to blog about him.
This past weekend, I went home to Brewton, Alabama to kick
it with the lady and my classmates that I still deal with in what I call my 2nd
hometown (Evergreen, Alabama is the first of course). But man we threw a couple back and ate some
good barbecue with my mom’s bake beans and potato salad and you know how people
get when they get full of food and alcohol.
The first thing is they get hella lazy and then they get to talking and
drunk talking is always true talking.
Know I thank God that my mother is a down to earth woman
that loves good conversation and can be outgoing at times to make my company
feel at home and cool when they around (However, respect is a must, ya dig?!).
Because some of the stuff that was coming out
of my homies mouth, I could not honestly believe that he was saying it.
Now I would like to state for the record as I always do
throughout my post because the truth must be put out there to all my readers
when considering the facts and statements throughout my post.
But ladies and gentlemen, when someone get
hurts regardless of rather you are a male or female, it takes a toll on you and
sometimes forces us to become someone that we are not.
Taking the given into consideration, I will elaborate more
on my homeboy and his conversation that lead me to the conclusion that he is
just a lonely person that has been hurt extremely in some way. Not allowing love to be an option throughout the duration of his life.
However, at the end of it all is love really
meant for him or meant for everyone at all.
When I was first exposed to a woman and the power that they
possessed when it came to the bedroom, it was mind blowing. Okay, okay, to the fellows, let’s not get it
twisted early on in the post with thinking that I am opposing the power of a
man in the bedroom. Besides, what woman
wants a man that cannot handle his business (Exactly)? But what I mean is when it all first started
for me, my mom could even tell a difference in my swag and would often curse me
out and tell me to get myself together because all I could think about was one
thing (the next time it was going down).
After this experience, I gave myself a preset number and a display of
different women I wanted to encounter before I would so call settle down.
Well my homie, he is the total opposite.
Could care less about a woman, respect, well
you’ll get respect from him, but that’s gone be about it.
The question of respect comes to differ when
you think of how he deals with the women that he encounters.
However, it’s a well-known fact that he makes it
obvious when conversing with the opposite sex.
The homie is always straight forward and if anyone
implements the 90-hour rule that I made up against Steve Harvey’s “90-Day Rule”
it would be him.
I mean literally, 30
minute drive to a destination, 30 minutes at the destination, and 30 minutes
driving back to the crib to heat things up, you feel me (lol)?
I have never met someone that doesn’t believe in love or
even believe that it exists.
Never wants
to be married or consider himself a candidate for the particular subject.
“Player player til the day I die” is his
motto.
Now I know that I have stated that this is my homie and I
should very well know if he has been significantly hurt or not. The truth be told, I honestly do not. But my dog has no insight of what love really
is. I think this is the major factor in
which eliminates the possibility of him being exposed to love.
As a man I think he has a guard that will not allow anyone to penetrate it.
Like all men, has
probably encountered numerous wives, but has yet to discover the undiscovered because
of “himself”.
I can’t be against the way you are or the way that you want
to be.
I mean, you may be exactly what
some women want.
Honest, direct, and
that is all that it is (lol).
But
mentally and spiritually you have to want more for yourself at some point in
time.
As hard as you claim to be, it’s apparent that you don’t
want to endure pain and hurt at the hand of a woman and truthfully what man
does.
However, how will we grow and
involve into men if we don’t experience the things that form us into “MEN”.
I stated previously this week, well yesterday, that a
preacher said in his sermon that it is easy to be a player. Managing different women at different times
is not a hard task. On the other hand,
the hard part of that is managing one woman, with all the other women still
available and coming at you. This will truly
determine what kind of man you are.
Again, to my audience and readers, especially my dogs out
there that are reading my post.
Know
that I am not condoning against doing your thing.
I believe that this is a stage that all men
must go through when learning to be a man.
Some of us just tap earlier than others.
But at the end of the day, when you sitting alone at the crib, what
really matters (that’s another posting)?
So in conclusion, live life to the fullest. You make your decisions and moves as you see
fit. Player, comforter, gigolo, notice
that I did not say “gay”, do your thing.
Just know there comes a time when we must all tap and give our inner self to that one only other person that we see fit. Allow that one person to penetrate different
avenues of yourself/your life that you never thought existed. If you do this and only when you do this, you
will feel what love really feels like.
Then again, if you’re that person that is scared that things may never
be that way or you simply wish to steer away from that feeling, then hey what
do I know? Until the next time people,
do you, have fun, and live life.
-TyRon
