Everything I do, I do it for you…
Yesterday a friend asked to borrow some books of mine. Not only was it a request to borrow it, but to deliver it as well. Of course I acceded to it. Why? Because it was a request from a FEMALE friend. Not only did I deliver it to her doorstep, I even stopped by along the way to buy hot chocolate for her (on my own accord). I won’t even mention to you what time of the day it was that all of these happened. But the truth is, looking back I feel like an idiot doing it. I tell myself that next time I won’t do it again. But yet, this weakness within me fails me. And the next time the phone rings, I am off on my feet in a jiffy! So lemme analyse this - what drives me? Ahh…even the idiot on the street will be able to tell you. I do it for - you-know-what-a-guy-wants-from-a-girl from here on referred to as SEX. Truly the downfall of the male species, if you took a step back to look at the BIG picture, you’d realise how much it drives us. We study hard, to earn good money, to buy nice clothes, to drive a nice car, to get that beautiful condo, to have all that cash, to look good, to be the envy of the other guys and ultimately to get in between of the legs of the beautiful girl(s) - SEX. Point proven, I don’t think there is a cure for me, for us, for any one male - not even the males who prefer males. So I take comfort in knowing I’m not the only one, even as I prepare to impress the girls (yet again) with my voice and sing along to the lyrics of Bryan Adams’ song - ‘Everything I do, I do it for you’, I know what I’m singing it for…
