A Little Something From Seattle
For this segment, we decided to bring back an oldie, but a goodie. I dug through the crates and found an original Seattle joint, The Last Stand. Think it was somewhat appropriate after reading Slim’s post. On that note, herrrre we go…
For some of us it is fast approaching, for some of us it is here and for some of us it’s already too late. Some of us have been chasing it down since birth, others are avoiding it like it was death itself. And now people are arguing for the right to do it just as much as people argue over when to do it. What am I talking about?
It’s a widely known practice that’s about as puzzling as my intro. No one quite knows what to do once you get into it, nor are they sure about how they feel about it. Many men are conflicted. On one hand, it’s tough enough being a boyfriend – always wrong, freedom slowly slipping away and you have more pussy (cat) thrown at you now than when you were single (Honestly ladies, what the f*ck?). If it’s like this now… you see where I’m going. On the other hand, no one wants to be that old dude in the club. And no matter what any dude tells you, that’s always in the back of his mind.
I saw one in action recently and he just reaffirmed my thoughts. There he was in all his glory. A sixty-year old white man chillin at this lounge I frequent. He had on his finest slacks and striped button down. Unfortunately for me, and the rest of the folks in the spot, he decided he wasn’t going to button the appropriate amount of buttons on that shirt of his. Proudly flaunting his aged taco meat as well as his tight gold chain. And I don’t mean tight like it was hot. No no no. I mean tight as in it was going to pop off and fly in someone’s drink if he turned his head too quickly. On top of all that, he was accompanied by a thirty something year old woman who was an escort. Just to clarify, I’m not hating. I’ve seen a sugar daddy in action, but this was far from it. The woman was definitely an escort. He was paying for the pum pum. That’s no good in my book.
So what are we young, upstanding gentlemen to do? On one hand I know I’m far from ready to settle down, put up the white picket fence, have a golden retriever running around the yard and be tackled by some bad ass lil bastards kids calling me daddy. Personally, I’m still thankful, yes thankful; I didn’t have any calls on Fathers’ Day. (Shout out to the Black Men doing their thing though! What up Pops!!!) But I can’t hold out forever because ladies have biological clocks and when they start ringing somehow I need to wake up? Smh. The dudes I know have been successful in treating it like any other clock. Hitting the snooze, rolling over, putting the pillow over their heads and going back into blissful sleep. But that won’t last very long. Someday, we’re going to have to get up and face that new day when it’s “we”, not “me” and we have a miniature billboard on our ring finger.
I know a lot of us aren’t ready for that. The biggest factor is freedom. Sh*t, our ancestors fought for it for years! I’m not ready for the last stand (the last time you stand as a free man), but what other choice do I have? The Washington name, and good looks for that matter, need to carry on. So ladies tell me – what’s up with the pressure for marriage? If we’re happy as is, can we just be content with the current situation?
General Seattle – Pouring a Lil Liquor Out For His Fallen Soldiers – Washington