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The "P" Drought. A Random Story about George
Every single man, I can bet, has experienced this at some point in their lives. The lowest point in a man sexual activities where it seems like every girl he approaches does not want the D. That excruciatingly bottomless pit where your only friend is the darkness and a tube of lotion or the old trustee, Vaseline.
Hey, don't be ashamed of this. I know right now you are trying to convince yourself as much as possible that this is not you.
Sorry to disappoint you my friend.
As the saying goes, when life gives you lemons make some friggin' lemonade.
A friend of mine, lets call him George, has been having one of this moments. A speed bump in an otherwise smooth highway. George is one of those hyper characters who never seem to have a bad day. Not even the Monday blues will dampen his mood at work. Most of us, his workmates, have been yet to understand whether it is a matter of state of mind or psychiatric chemical meds.
However, lately George has been having a tough month. The heavy rains and floods have not been doing him justice. His estate in South C had been converted into a swimming pool over nite and he had lost his cheap sofa sets to mold.
"How something so small could cause so much damage" I recon he said.
His man cave had been destroyed and with it, most of his belongings that had put him in a class of his own.
George had reached the pitch black bottom of his sexual escaped where despite his best efforts to "Chips Funga" had failed in catastrophic proportions.
It was not because of his looks. No! George was the kind of guy any plain Jane would want. It had to do with matters of thickness of the wallet. Having lost most of his valuables to the rain, George had had to cut back on major spending that revolved around drinks and huge parties in his now wrecked apartment.
Unfortunately for him, his "Class" of women had this intricate ability to sense when the cash well was running a bit low. Kind of like leeches, they were drawn to their host by the heat of fresh warm blood. In this case his money.
It did not take too long for this breed of women to catch the scent or lack off, of fleeting money reserves and they promptly reclassified him under "cheap".
Due to this George had to adapt. He had to eat humble pie and go after a "Class" lower, where his current finances seemed like immense wealth. Despite the demotion he still maintained his bigger than life demeanor and worked the women like Romeo.
Things have since changed and George is back to his Classy women having learnt a very important lesson; Do not live in a flood prone area.
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