I was having a drink with a fellow sometime this weekend. As usual, we punctuated the money-talk with chit chats of our respective butter-halves.
“What made you ask her out?”
“Haha. C’mon now. Does that really happen anymore?”
“You know, for someone with such little faith in relations, you’ve had quite a number”
“Your sister has marks to show that, huh”
“Haha. Nice. Really though. Why her. What’s so big about her?”
Warrup, my good people!
This convo re-featured in my mind this morning. At friggin 3am! Anyway. Why her, huh. Ever wonder why a fellow stalls when he’s asked this kinda question? (Like I’m doing right now). It’s because he pro’ly isn’t sure what to say. To hell with the “I’m with you for a myriad of reasons, mami” response he’d pro’ly give. See that’s the thing with men. Words come awfully easy. Rebuttals are cache-d. And when you blush, in his mind, “Phew! Close one”.
Men are stray. Most need a friggin leash. Direction. That ought to explain why left to him, he’ll pro’ly not make any solid move; any solid commitment. And ladies kinda figured that out. That’s why she will lead/ guide you into a relation, and before you know it, you’re calling her Baby.
So why her? I’ll answer for fellows that are too pussy to take their whiskey neat (like Brucey), fellows that are too pussy to say No (like Brucey), fellows that sweep eeeeverything under the rag (LIKE BRUCEY).
It’s Her because she was the one Bold enough to say what was on her mind. The elephant in the room when you’re out with her some place. She’s wondering what your intentions with her are. You’re praying to God she doesn’t ask. You deflect. And deflect some more. She gets too drunk to bring it up. Poor you if she doesn’t drink. Because it’s the sober ones that will have their way with you (ah, you know what I mean). It’s the sober that will look right at you and slap you with “What are we doing here.”
A fellow isn’t wired to say No to a lady. Our fathers taught us better. So what if technically she’s the one asking you out. Big friggin deal if in retrospect you’d duck. She’s bright. You’re not. Umeshikwa. Shikamana.