What women want,
Am new at this but lets see what I can do.
So, women, the object of mans desire, ambition, charm and any other thing we can throw at them, but I ask, is it worth all that hustle? Dont get me wrong, I have nothing against the fairer sex, infact a few goings on here and ther have led me(more often than not) into a pit I may never escape, but thats for another day. What do they really want? A friend of mine once told me that, and she was very clear, a woman wants to be loved, regular athletics in between the sheets(both long distance and short sprints in the kitchen before the kids get home) and every once in a few minutes that they are the ultimate object of your affection. Here's where I find fault in her arguement. To all the dudes, raise your hands if youve told her a million times that you love her and she goes ... '' really?'' and there's that oh so terseness in her voice when she asks that question, and without thinking much of it you blubber out a 'yes!' and she goes ''...okay!'
*chirping cricket sounds* okay then.
When you get into the mood and she's screaming to the high heveans that 'you are the man!' (which indeed you are) and then after a sterling performance of which you are proud of you lay back to catch your breathe, just as your strength returns to you and you rise to a second occassion, she asks '' who is nani...(insert female name here eg flo)'' and before you know it, the 'Mighty' falls in battle! Never to rise again(for a few hours atleast) and you wonder why we roll over and hit snooze on our brains. Not forgetting those poor jamaaz who cease from trying and do their best to be that man we all envy, and she still goes for that fat big assed pot-bellied OLD jamaa driving that sleek sweet jaguar XJ-9. Did I mention you are beyond fit (whether its days on end of sustained hunger developments or you actually hit the gym every so often or just maybe its the fact that you are so adept at walking that you become this 'mean lean machine'; I don't know)
So on that frequency of thought, woman is as versatile, variable or as inconstant as they come, I resign to the adage' now that's the million dollar question!'
Anywho all this was sparked up by recent love lost by yours truly, and here's the scoop of the state of affairs as they are!
She is wonderful, amazing and all that empty headed hoohaa, and despite my better judgement to spectate the dating scene, I decided to take the leap! And boy did I land hard! So everything's going great and she actually likes me! (or does she?) so one time she comes to my place of work and leaves with my co-workers to go have a good time, and all I get is a text telling me she's left the premises and then her phone goes off! I know am a sucker and at that moment in time, every iota in my body boils with rage which alas it would be ungentlemanly to express, thus here I am!
Wondering what they really want...
Laughing myself silly
But hey.
Atleast my existence ceases to be mundane! All in the name of that irritating 4 letter word!
Till next time I remain yours!
Wa Kabuga