Today's post is inspired by a slut.
We were a group of pals. But one of all the girls stood out. Her hair is like doll hair. It has curls at the end, has a tint of brown and man is it breathtaking.
She always holds her head straight, looks straight ahead. And her beauty is breathtaking.
Have you ever meet such a girl? Her jeans fit perfect, her figure is perfect. Her jeans fit well, just below where they're meant to fit. Her stomach sinks to her cookie jar, just perfectly. Everything about her is neat. Her eyes brows, her make up. Her lip stick. She is perfect. If you unwrapped her clothes, you can already tell that there is no way her lingerie would be unsightly. When you have such confidence everything is perfect about you, the way you smell under there. Your milk isn't in small cubes, it's creamy like mucus.
So she got into the car with her friends. And just like that I could tell she was it. The way she stared directly straight ahead into nothing. Her lips her placed perfectly and her lipstick red was always on, even when she ate it didn't leave her lips. She has that skill.
Her eye lashes have something done to them that makes them look pretty. Her eye lids are colored to match her outfit. Pink. She is a doll. She has learnt how to be a doll, plus her natural genetic beauty.
You look at her, she isn't smiling, she looks straight at nothing, I think that's the appeal of blondes. It's like she realizes she is a trophy, she is comfortable with it, she lets herself get seen.
"hey. Can you ask the guys in the next table for drinks, they have keringet water."
And everyone around our table is too timid to ask for water. We are shy, we can't just talk to people we don't know. What if we get rejected.
"throw a flower at him" I say, like it is a joke.
She actually goes through with it. She breaks the flower off its stalk. She leaves the flower vase flower less. She actually throws the flower at the guys seated on the next table. They ignore it.
But she persists.
"hey, I see you have two bottles of water, can I have one..."
The guy turns. He looks pissed. But imagine she doesn't care. You can see it in her face, it's like she is too full of life to care. So what if he is pissed. The next time i do it i will not be pissed. She is too beautiful to care. He gives her the water.
And just like that I know. This is a girl who is thoroughly social. Why? Cause she has grown up beautiful. So obviously, everywhere she has gone, people have been kinder to her than everyone else. Men have thrown themselves over cliffs for her. That's what makes her so gut-full. She can just throw flowers at random people. She just doesn't care!
If we were in a new town, she didn't know anyone. Guess who would be the first to build a large social network. Her. Cause she hits a guy with a flower, she asks for water, she smiles at strangers. She is just alive. And therefore, out of all the girls I am with around that table. She will definitely be the first to get hit on. By not one guy, many. Why? Cause when we were together. She threw a flower, and asked for a keringet.
I bet when she walks into a club. She would do something similar. Like steal a seat from an already occupied table.
"hey, someone is there..."
"when they come back I will return it."
"he is just coming back..."
"am here aren't I, I will let him have the seat."
Then the poor guy comes back, sees this gorgeous girl who he is told has his seat. What do you think happens? Let's assume that guy is even your boyfriend, what happens?
"hey... You seating on my seat."
Boom. There we have some conversation. Say hi to my friends, trust me someone will hit on her. In that short dress, with those piercing eyes, with such perfection inspired by a personality that is geared to make sure she looks perfect all the time. Her eyes, her eye lashes, her dress, her shoes, her nails, her hair, her attention to detail. How could one of those so many men try not to slip there number to her?
And that's what happened.
So her pretty looks, her outgoing personality, and drama. Her loudness, immediately makes her take the spot light. Wherever she goes.
And these other girls wonder, why her, why her. Come on. Look at her. She is the loudest. There is no way you can be in a room and not notice her. Her heels makes noise, she doesn't feel shy about it, cause she is too concerned with living.
She isn't afraid to get into class late, she gets there late. And she makes noise as she gets in. The lecture stops for a second. You feel like you wouldn't be possibly be that loud, you couldn't be that oblivious to the attention you are drawing, how dare she cause such a scene, every time. It's that scene that makes her powerful.
All eyes on her, she runs the show, and that is just the beginning of her appeal. And when she is that loud, and that pretty, every guy thinks. She is definitely out of my league. Definitely. So they don't bother.
But she bothers, she steals your seat. It's like she is giving you a chance to complain. She is giving you a chance to talk to her. This beautiful powerful doll. And as you try to complain, you slip your number to her. Cause no girl takes care of her looks like she does. Besides, she is the girl every guy wants. Guys are competitive. She is a prized trophy. If its not love, it's to show off, if it's to show off, it might turn to love.
Come on, in one night. Half of the men you've seen have asked her for her number. There is going to be at least half of the half who have something impressive to offer.
And what happens then...
She lets him in. And she let's others in. She drops one after the other, cause unlike other girls, she has more opportunity to cheat than the rest.
The rest would cheat. But they don't, cause. Hey, lack of opportunity!
"am seeing this guys now..."
"but you were seeing this other one."
"ah, that one doesn't like buying me drinks"
"you can't be serious... Wewe ni slut sana"
"am pretty and I know it."
We get boring. She is the kind of girl, no other girl lets near her man. Cause she is competition. Who has the time to keep her hair that perfect, not just perfect, who has that eye for beauty like she does. If she took you to a saloon, and recommended something, you better take her advice. Cause half of the time, she has the talent for beauty. That's what it is, the best person to ask how to be a duck from is a duck.
When you keep telling her. Keep off my man. As a joke, but you know you are serious it's cause you know she is competition. You feel it. There is evidence.
So she leaves the table. Cause you guys bored her.
And you wonder where she is. The next time you see her. She already has got some people who offered her smokes. Yes, and she is inviting you. And you can already tell those guys she found smoking, those chics she found smoking are all offering her that cause she is beautiful. She is good to look at, just that she gets everything easier. Plus the fact that she throws flowers around, steals seats no matter how mad you are. You have yourself a volcano. A girl with such personality you can't handle.
But at the end of the day, that's not the person you want to be with. Cause you will never be at peace. You will always be calling her asking her if she is at home. Most of the time she isn't. Her place is the spot light, not at your place with a bottle of something, just the two of you. And you know the drill when she goes out without you to watch her, you know the drill. That's why you are mad. You know she isn't yours, she belongs to the world.
She will actually complain about you asking her to do that. Seat with her, just the two of you with a bottle. In her world; who does that!
But at the end of the day, that's not the person you want to be with, cause first of all everyone has been with her. Then, you will never be the only one with her. She is with everyone.
