Mokenstef had one hit, but they used that 15 minutes to say a mouthful: "...went out on a date, wasn't out too late. took you to a room and you gave it up too soon. played you like a trick, 'cuz you let him hit. now he's coming home to a lover that is strong"
there was a time in my life when i would've said that the loser in this scenario was the narrator, in this case the wife / girlfriend / bottom babe; at home knowing that her man is out entertaining another female and having the nerve to say that still her husband belonged to her. add to that the nerve of taking her angst out on the other woman, singing about it even... but o contraire mon fraire...
the following is a mini rant inspired by the recent knuckleheadedness of a close and personal friend. the ideas expressed here in every way reflect the thoughts and feelings of the author...
the other woman is the biggest loser, and not in a way that earns you a spot on the hit tv show and your own Subway commercial:
-she knows better
-she lies to him in her "understanding" his situation
-she lies to herself in her thought that she is special in his life (for more than a season)
-she's blocking her own blessing, whether that be a man or just a better life
-she cheapens and demeans herself, with her ultimate value being in the fact that she will spread her legs and/or lips regularly enough to stay on the team - sidenote: if you don't believe me, try taking sexual activities off of the table as a sidepiece
-she looks every bit the part of sidepiece to everybody who knows, ultimately becoming "that chick"
-he's still going home to, paying bills with, and looking out for the happiness and safety of wifey
game recognizes game, right... wake up!!!
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