On a warm fuzzy sunday morning,tired from the mind-blowing physical activities of the night before,I struggle out of bed and lazily draw the curtains with a growling yawn letting in the bright light of the beautiful sunday skies,so bright it stings my eyes.I look out the window,jolly worship songs playing at the neighbour’s and it suddenly hits me that it’s the day to go give sacrifices of holy lamb,so I rush,slide on whatever rags I have in the closet and shut the door behind me.
As I walk,I see this rare deadly creature that makes me freeze,sucks the holy breath out of me and gets my adrenaline shooting,so rare it makes my spine tingle.I stop and stare,look away quickly then take a second look,torn between walking fast ahead and avoid any danger,wait and let it pass so I can crawl behind it,or simply go ahead trust my curiosity and touch it maybe whisper soft incantations of awe. Just like any other lover of nature would,I choose to stay back and crawl behind it,instinctively pull out my smartphone to capture the moment and well stare and mark out all its features in my head…Part of me keeps saying “this opportunity comes once in a life time,nature offers this to you now”,the other says “get over yourself and get to church,besides it will reject and sting you.”but I choose to stay back and lustfully stare
I will later come to realise that the second little voice in my head is what people normally call “being slow”,probably out of self defence,the creature suddenly runs way ahead of me and hides in a hole,am left staring in the blank,10 minutes wasted,10 minutes which would have changed my life,10 minutes in which all I had to do was to walk up to this rare deadly gorgeous looking lady and say hi,maybe go for a drink,maybe become friends,maybe get closer,maybe make a toast on our wedding,maybe make a family,maybe live forever,she runs off and am left staring in the blank,regretting why I was that slow,probably cause of my natural fear of rejection,I think about it and slowly start to believe in Love At First Sight but then again,almost immediately,I realise that’s just stupid,what exactly was I loving?? All I did was oogle and drool at the shapely everything,maybe have a surge of blood down south and wish I could spank that,clearly that is genuine lust,there is NO such thing as Love At First Sight,it’s a myth created by fairy tale writers and believers.
And so with that,I walk away with the satisfaction that it was just a brief curable surge of hormones….Speak of slow guys’ consolations!
*Runs off to church*
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