So, I was just kicking it with this awesome chick in school the other day when something happened to me while listening to her talk. I had never let my mind wonder at that direction but there I was deep and lost in this “new side”. It had finally hit me, yes we share the same skin color but our differences are way deeper.  A weird week that was indeed, with G-MONEY tweeting that he was having his first matatu ride!!! Seriously dude????. Maybe that’s the differentiating “it” factor but to me it goes way beyond that judging from < relationship, kind of girl/guy, fashion, music, dance to even food preferences>.  Now, I choose two things where I seem to differ with a lot of people:


@BIG MIKE “am 98% body fat, I know am not the prettiest guy but hell, I know am sexy. Clubs are for the pretty but Chuck E. Cheese is for the grown and sexy. Twenty five years of marriage in a day and age of divorce, is sexy. Victoria Secret and hooker boots can never compare to a milf in the supermarket with curlers, sweats and those house shoes because that’s hell sexy. Librarians are sexy, teachers are sexy. Look beneath the surface and look up the meaning of sexy. my big and tall gear may never get me red carpet status, my jewelry has no bling but i pride myself on the fact that am pretty good at this daddy thing which many young and pretty couples suck at because they are busy getting their groove on, they are surely not sexy. So I Big Mike, a daddy, a faithful husband, teacher, a loyal friend and a responsible man, I MAY NOT BE THE PREETIEST BUT AM SEXY”    


@GABRIELLA “you make sick, you’re so full of sh*t, you’re the fish I would throw back but for some reason, as opposites we attract. All the qualities of my soul-mate you lack. Your attempts of been romantic are just pathetic because the last massage you gave me I required a paramedic. You’re a die-hard Nas fan, I love Jay-z, you think Angelina Jolie is the epitome of beauty, I think she is overrated and her lips are crusty. You like chiqs who are busty and am a member of the itty bitty titty committee. However, I still love you like Whitney loves crack and for some reason, as opposites we attract.   

@DAN & KELLY “6000000 ways to die and I choose marriage. it’s not that I hate my mate, it’s just that sometimes life’s a b*cth and every now and then i feel as if am dying a slow death because love seems to be the misunderstanding between two fools since like two fools, we argue about foolishness. We never argue about the money but we argue about the dishes. However, the argument is never about whose going to do the dishes do but how to do the dishes. We argue, fuss and fight because no one wants to loose. —————— At the end, it always hits us, as opposites we attract and she is the ying inside my yang. And if there are 5999999 other ways for us to die, this is the one we choose.”

  However, this is my opinion, 

 MUCHAI © “if you feel something like love for me, do not let me know so soon when i feel nothing so certain for you. Wait till you have concurred my pride and my feeling of self-righteousness, by pretending not to care for me. i beg you, if you know your eyes will give you away, don’t stare into mine coz they are cold. Wait till our heart beats have settled and are in synch and then put your head on my shoulder. I beg you not to surrender yourself until our liking has developed to love. Let’s stop and look back, stand back to back, say goodbye for the day and walk our different ways without straining to hear if there is an echo to our last words. Let’s not make promises that time may choose to bypass. Wait until our feelings are both free, until our love is ripe, then and only then can we confide to each other what we feel for what happens in the shower, syays in the shower. For, me, I don’t believe that opposites attract unless in physics 101, that’s me, and sexy is that which makes me stare for it has a touch of: beauty, class, pride and attitude, it’s that simple.

©MUCHAI OUT