Dark Nights, Bright Lights

Short shirts, high heels, and drinks in hand we men watch women dance the night away in clubs. The waves of black, red, and blonde light fragranced hair flowing, with the seduction of drunken eyes is like a calling of temptation to all men. Or according to men an open call invitation to approach, do their thing and conquer in their swindle attempt to impress the woman off her feet.

A man walks into a club with his buddies to drink it up, crack jokes, and look at the ladies. The ladies walk into a club with their lady friends all dresses up to impress, and basically dance with their girl friends. Men get confused most of time, thinking the ladies are getting all dolled up for them. I wish that were true, but the fact is they get all dolled up for nothing more than the attention, compliments, and allure of men surrounding them like lions in a jungle. From that moment onwards, the game is on. Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen, more times than any other, it’s a freaking circus. It’s easy to spot the young bloods. In young men, when you mix the immaturity with liquor, it’s like a young boy on a hot summer day running around with his shorts off through water sprinklers. The joy to be free to men is the best aphrodisiac they can imagine, but rarely experience. Some good men try really hard to impress the women, only to figure out in the process they end up looking weak. The dark nights in clubs are not a place to find love. Now if you want lust, passion and one nightstand’s. Rock On!

The bright lights to me are the after effects of what happens in our dark nights. Usually known as the morning after. I guess that is why they invented the morning after pill. Milli and Vanilli blamed it on the rain, so I suppose we have the right to blame it on having no memory of the night before.

From my experience in this world there are only two kinds of people. The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe! I don’t like the ones that observe, there is something creepy about them. There is no middle ground. I like the kind of girls that put on a show, watching them teasing, and teasing the flock of men all around them. I can sense from a distance the power of the spotlight around them. Soon as the darkness of the night settles in with men and women, you find dozens of ring leaders bringing their game out, and the bright lights of the dance floor with the dark moments of the lights in between the flashes stems the devil in everyone to come out and dance.

In my life there are only two kinds of women out there. The ones that can hang with me; and the ones that are scared of me! The nights I am out, I hope to meet the ones that came prepared. For me there is no time to be real, as the rush of passion keeps running through my veins. The eyes are on me and now I feel like a ring-leader ready to play.

Like Shakespeare said, “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.” Well the latter of that sentence best describes me as I am now. I love the energy that’s on stage at any given moment in our life. As you never know what surprise another player might bring into your world.

Your stage is life is defined by the wisdom and pain you hold inside of you. No Pain, No Gain. If you have to ask what the game is, you are already out of it, so take a seat. The game is not for everyone. But without such fun entertainment, life would seem so dull, don’t you think?