KRANWEST -> Advice Given to a Lonely Friend (4/12/2008 1:48:40 PM)
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“It’ll happen for me eventually, Kranwest. Maybe it won’t happen right now, but it WILL OCCUR -- just whenever the time is right. It has to happen someday, you know?” Lawrence tells me all this on the tiny, canopied veranda of the Muddy Waters Cafe. From that swell vantage point, you can easily spy on the big, triple-decker ferries pulling in from the Long-Island Sound. He relates all the sad details of his failed dating-life and his refusal to accept defeat in the face of near-certain perpetual bachelorhood. Basically, he’s a twenty-five year old virgin, deluded enough to think that some pretty young thing is going to be ABSOLUTELY CAPTIVATED…..SWEPT AWAY by his “special” qualities -- qualities so unique and hidden that society at large can’t even BEGIN to recognize the importance of his contributions to humanity. Now there’s nothing too offensive about Lawrence. He’s your typical, well-off suburban black (skinny, well-dressed, decent-hygiene), but still, there’s just something …..something about him that’s hard to nail down, but, God, does it repel women worse than a ski-mask in a dimly lit parking lot! Maybe it has to do with his soft-spoken demeanor: one that seems so alien, so strange, in contrast to the swaggering, dumb machismo of most black men. I offer friendly advice. It’s not the best advice, but I feel an obligation to do what I can to assuage his loneliness. “Lawrence, buddy. I know this place that’s kind of close, where you can get some decent pink stuff for cheap. No shit, man: Two girls for $175, and they’ll let you put it anywhere you want.” “I don’t want to pay for it” he says. “I want a chick who likes me for my personality”. I laughed at him. “You end up paying for sex, anyway, Lawrence! Everybody knows that. The difference is, that the one who takes the money after fucking won't try to cage you up.” It would be too cruel to tell him the truth -- that no good-looking, stable girl could ever get past his kookiness, and quirky, non-sequitur come-ons. In the best of possible outcomes, he could possibly end up with some morbidly obese, ECW-watching, mouth-breather tail, but he won’t ever find the girl of his dreams. “I just can’t do it. I want it to be real” Lawrence is steadfast – a solid concrete foundation. “Have it your way”, I tell him. How can I argue the point? He's got more willpower than most men could ever hope for.
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