It’s too much. Christian gentlemen are losing the fight for the loves of their lives too often. The guy who commands legions of demons to flee in his coarse baritone ‘kabeying’ voice, is weakened by the disarming sight of the one woman who makes his heart crawl. Yet, he’s incapable of winning her affection. Whhhhyyyyy brodas, whhhyyyy? (In a hoarse, baritone voice)
At prayer meetings, he watches and prays only so he can catch a glimpse of her, communicating with their mutual papa. When it’s time to share the grace, he strategically locates himself only so he’ll get to hold her hand and feel the soft endearing texture of her palms (the only times he gets to). He’s constantly reminded that he’s human by the strong currents that flood him when she smiles his way. Then he’s drowned in hurt and discouragement as he watches the suave guy who comes to church once in a while step into her personal space and pull her in for a tight embrace.
Most of my friends are gorgeous, breathtaking, virtuous ladies who’re similar to food fried with frytol in the sense that they’re like meals worth coming home to. They let me see their text messages and tell me the most unbelievably hilarious stories about how some Christian ‘broda’ went about his wooing. “Why” I usually blurt “would he say that??!!” Read the rest of this entry »
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