Thursday, April 17, 2008

Dear Dude at the Gym

I know you’ve noticed me – even though I look your way TONS more than you look my way … I do catch you checking to see if I’m looking. And while we play that coy game, I need to get a few things off my chest … but like, on my blog so as not to ruin said coy game.

You’re a conundrum to me. You wear that durag and are all tatted up … but you have this small frame you’re trying to bulk up and I really need you to know that you’re not going to get L.L.’s body. You’re just not. But I like the BGAs and the overall style. Yet, you spend your time talking to the black dudes in the club who I am sure are gay/bi or in the closet … or with the white boys. And I really don’t know too many hard core niggas who sport durags and have all these white friends. The whole thing intrigues me.

So, rest assured that I am going to continue to stare – and eventually, I’ll actually part my lips into a smile … cuz that’s what I do. But I’m not approaching you. That’s not my style – whether or not you remain just eye candy is really up to you. I’m just fine with jamming to whatever song my iPOD is blaring towards my eardrums while I work out and take in the view. You cute and everything … but, nah.

I’m sure you’ve got a similar letter on your blog – and I guess we’re at a standoff. Now, if you were L.L. … that’d be a WHOLE different story. I’d be over there yesterday. But you’re not – not matter how tight you tie that durag.

JACK

2 comments:

The Jaded NYer said...

Dear Dude At The Gym-

Jack ain't playin'... if he says he's not gonna approach you, he's really not...

And FYI- durags are wack, so please stop embarrassing your momma and take it off. That is all. Carry on.

The Jaded NYer

JACK said...

Dear Dude at the Gym,

Rocky knows Jack best. Listen to her.