I was at a birthday party yesterday
(quite a birthday dash yesterday; it was my mom’s birthday too). I don’t really
know the guy except that he was my client, but it was nice of him to send me a
greeting card and all, plus it’s free food and beer, now who would miss on
that? (Hey I’m invited!)
So after mingling around the house
watching House and listening to Tchaikovsky, I went to the party, dressing up
averagely (I’m still with the futsal shoes). On the way I dropped by the gift
shop, got the kid a watch and off I went.
It was a big party, more like a
wedding. Hell I’ve even been to wedding’s way smaller than this. There were
guards around the perimeter of the party that had a outdoor canopy stretched
out as long as four, maybe five houses and tables erected way beyond the canopy
line (thank God it wasn’t raining). There’s a stage, a deejay spinning some
tunes and a clown. The food was great, the beer was great too (Amen for that!),
so all in all it was a cool party. Actually it was a great party.
Anyway what’s this talk about the
party? I’m Clarence and I don’t sit around writing about a party regardless of
how big it is. No sir, I’m much more controversial than that!
I was sitting, waiting to greet the
birthday boy (big party so he’s got to be super busy). Then out of nowhere came
these Charlie’s Angels (more like Chua’s Angels) walking pass by me. At first
glance any normal sane guy is guilty when their first impression upon seeing
these gifts from Heaven is that they’re “hot”, but then again I’m not the normal and sane
conventional guy (okay, maybe for a good few seconds). From the looks of it
they were probably sisters (or probably not, because we know that all….erm,
never mind, I’ll stop there). They had the same dress code, except one of them
was wearing a mini (or probably micro, I can’t really tell, all I know that
they are short!) skirt. The similarities would be a body hugging navel
revealing sleeveless top, with the bra straps clearly visible, a low cut jeans
and stilettos. I can’t define their faces, because they looked the same, but
their hair is horrible. I’m not talking about anarchist horrible, but nearly as
close to that. They were dry and untreated, and at some point looks like
bushels of hay coming out of their heads. Hot looking babes with bad hair (note
that there’s a difference between “hot looking babes” and “hot babes”), and at
some point, I saw their mom following them, and there the similarities began.
To have said that they dressed
decently is hardly something that anyone would do, but maybe that’s how they
were brought up, and they are not the only ones (though it’s rare to see a girl
with all the looks and get-up ex, but badly managed hair, let alone three) roaming
around us, be it all the time or occasionally. I get it that a woman likes to
be sexy, to feel sexy and to experience that sexiness and let it ooze through
their skin and manifest on ways that they seem fit, and its none of my business
to comment about that skimpy top and that low cut jeans, but if you’re driving
a Ferrari with a screwed up rims, it’ll look and feel very awful (that’s a
metaphor ladies). Maybe perfection is not on top of everyone’s list, but one
bad looking trait among those oh-la-la’s would certainly throw the whole part
away.
I’m not into hot looking girls, nor
am I into hot girls. Figures and beauty are just a temporary trait, unless
you’re really ready to splurge on Marie France and Dr. Philip Miller to satisfy
your perfection hunger, otherwise if you’re looking forward for a constant
resonance of beauty without the extra expenses, I suggest you take a look at
her mother and be prepared to live with that in the near future, because my
friend, that’s how your hot girl will roughly look like in the near future. Not
everybody is Jane Fonda or Sela Ward you know.
My parents look young for their age
(51 and 53), so for those girls who missed out on me, well too bad eh?
