endless mimosas on a sunday with my gals equal lots of catching up, lightweight shit talking, and raunchy conversations. after hearing story after story on whats going on in their lives, their friends lives, their enemies lives (cuz facebook makes everyone a stalker), and beyond — i got to thinking.
i knew the chase was important, but i failed to realize that for some people, the chase is all consuming. and for some girls, its not about chasing dick, its about chasing love. but sometimes they dont see the difference between the two (its a twisted state of conciousness, i know).
i heard the story of a gal who chased her dude to different cities across the country in hopes of staying with him. mind you, he never invited her out, never made it clear that he wanted it to work with her. she has convinced herself inside and out that he is the one. she feels as if she’s found the love of her life, when he’s just along for the ride. and she’s probably fuckin’ him even though he has a girlfriend or loaning him money cuz “he only trusts you”… please. it’s not that he’s lying to her, but more that she’s lying to herself.
or how about the guy who’s crushed on the same girl for twenty seven months. sent her roses on her birthday, whisper sweet nothings into her ear, buy her drinks at the bar, hugs her too tight and flirts with her every chance he gets. then he fucks her and he’s in love. AHA! success! and because women can’t separate sex from their feelings, she falls in love too…. except she really falls in love and he really falls in lust. although it took twenty seven months to get into her pants, it takes him twenty seven minutes to tell her that it ain’t workin. why? cuz she’s been conquered and there’s another bitch to chase.
don’t hate the playa, hate the game. actually, hate the chase.
i know i’m making gross generalizations about men and women, and not all women are stupid and not all men are assholes (Reptar, i’m talkin’ to you) but for the sake of argument, humor me for just a second. there has to be at least ONE person in your life that fits the shoe, right? thats what i thought.
they call it “falling in love” cuz that’s exactly what you do… FALL. you don’t chase, you don’t lead, you don’t follow, you don’t jump, you fucking FALL. the only things that are meant to be chased are money and the ice cream truck. love ain’t a trophy and neither is your heart.
like they say, “you will always lose money chasin’ bitches, but you will never lose bitches chasin’ money” i’m just sayin.