There’s this dude who is my best friend but he doesn’t know it. We are so different yet so alike. Peeps all around don’t understand him and why he does the things he does. I do.
My friend and i have very different view points on life sometimes. He sees things that i dont see. Maybe it comes down to where we went for nursery school.
He likes women with flesh on them. And he appreciates the beauty of a woman first before he goes to things like what does she think about the USE and the few companies that are listed so far. He stops in the middle of a sentence and stares (yes, STARES) at a fleshy Nubian Queen.
He always explans it away as the Question of the Indian and the Coins.
Mbu there was this indian who lefft the jungle and came to the city. He was able to hear the birds sing in the middle of the metropolis while his host thought that was utter hogwash. To illustrate the point that we are different and see or hear what we want, he pulled out these coins and threw them into the air. As they landed, time came to a stop. Everyone stopped and looked around. Indian dude had made his point.
When i look at females, i’m not looking at the booty, not to say they are not attractive from that angle but because i am conditioned to look deeper. I think. My friend, he flirts alot and he is the soul of the party. But we are like one and the same.
Maybe one day, i will grow up and see that it all comes down to the mating game; y’know, “Me Tarzan, you Jane let’s make a little monkey.”