Remembering…that is all...
A few years ago, over two pots of cheeses melted in wine and brandy followed by two pots of coq au vin fondue, I fell in love with a 50 year old white woman.
There's no punchline… there's no fart at the end of the sentence.
I'm serious! Ya boy fell in love with a 50 year old white woman with no ass, skinny ass ankles, and a hair piece! She suffers from the common white folks disease Nassatall - no.ass.at.all.
Sure it could have been the liquored up fondue, and sure it could have been the two bottles of Heineken I had that made me fall in straight up puppy love with this lady. It could have been…. but it wasn't. Here I was, a young under-30 Black dude, getting a damn glimmer in my eye while looking at this lady 20 years my senior. Funny thing, that attraction is….
As much of an assaholic as I profess to be and as shallow as I admittedly can be at times, there are moments such as the one described above that warm my heart. It shows me that I really do value a smile… that I really do value a vibrant personality…. that I really do value the sparkle in an eye…. that I'm not just some Black assmaster with doggystyle positions and undulating ass cheeks on the brain. For me, this is a refreshing respite from falling in and out love every few seconds with every long-haired, thin-waisted, big bootied woman with knee boots and short skirts I see.
This night when I fell in puppy love with a 50 year old white woman got me to thinking. What does one person see in another that makes them so damn attractive??
I have heard all the theories about Darwinism and natural selection and pheromones and societal mental conditioning and parental psychobabble, and all those things probably are a little bit correct.
But I've seen a lot of old ass white women in my day, and none of them moved me like I was moved this night.
Sometimes you meet people that you just like to be around.
You don't necessarily want to be around them all the time, but you always look forward to the next time you see them. There may not be any romance involved, or even any sexual attraction…. you just like their company… and how they make you feel.
I was NOT envisioning stroking this woman with gravity defying pelvic gyrations executed with a vengeance only rivaled by Nat Turner's rebellion… in fact, the thought almost repulses me...... But I would have traded some valuable possessions in order to spend another hour or two in this lady's company.
Don't get it twisted, I'm no angel. I have been superficial and pursued women with nothing but sex on the brain. How else do you think the legend of Thick Dizzle Kav Bizzle came into being??
I have been known to execute the Fuck Four-step:
meet, greet, skeet, and delete.
And even though I can say that those days are behind me, sometimes I see myself through the goggles of the past.
It is moments like these that remind me that I still recognize real beauty when I see it.
And I'll take that over asses and knee boots any day…
say word...
