Frontline Vol 3: It is what it is, but what exactly is it

You know, I think I was on that whole, “it is what it is” bandwagon from jump, but for the most part I don’t think people know exactly what it is, before they knew what it in fact was. I think I have figured it out. Now the trick is making sure everyone around you finds out at the same time.

Last night, I think I saw a glimpse of it all.

At the bar that I frequent, there is a woman, a very beautiful woman. This lady always has a smile and a kind word and a blindingly bright set of bling on the left hand second finger from the pinky. Now, I am sure I have mentioned how fragile the male ego is, and I am almost certain I have seen her explain to people that she is married in a manner that can be more understood by watching a new mother put her child gently inside of a crib.

Of course there are the rumors, but I think it is mostly wishful thinking. I think everyone gets their eyes wide open whenever an above average female talks to you and actually listens, even if she isn’t you wouldn’t know it, but this apart of the charm and they can’t see that reality is a pothole on their road to achievement. It is, in fact a trip. I think that is almost all the time what it is, just a trip. The trip itself is that she has already chosen, and it surely will not be one of us. I get it.

Now, the only thing that is better than her entrance is truly her exit. Lawd, Lawd, you have not seen an exit. The same smile, take cares, hugs, everything that a man wants to hear from a woman that he hopes to see again in hopes that next time will be the time.

But I saw it, I saw what no one else wanted to admit, I saw what happens in asia all the time, and understanding what it is, is the key. I think this lesson that I picked up while traveling is what separates my own personal classification of women and girls and men and boys.

If you read Frontline Vol. 2, you can see and example of what it truly is not. If you haven’t read it take some time too.

Now, on this day different from any other, her husband accompanied his lady to the bar. There was no change in her swagger and her consistency in that sense only adds to her overall desirability. As usual, she surrounds herself with the elite of the establishment, but at the same time still gives a welcome arm to anyone else that may be confident enough to come and start a conversation.

So we have a kind hearted disposition to add to her otherwise awesome attributes, what are these mere mortals to do? Personally I do not know, I can’t take everything in at once, but I can reach back to similar situations that I have either participated in or even observed and I can postulate this much.

Men will always look to establish a pecking order, if they don’t do it themselves the women will do it for them, fact not fiction, seriously did you pay attention to “The Mack” So at this point the game of one ups man ship, is going to be played but this time the judge and the prize are one and the same.

Normally speaking, this game than men play to establish the rank and file involves the retelling of manly feats to include but not limited to, amounts of alcohol consumed, the number of wings ingested in a set time period, people that have been assaulted because they were unaware of what the deal was”, and the ability to lift heavy objects. Generally a good time is had by all and everyone can leave with ego’s intact.

Now when you add a woman such as the one described, it does nothing but raise the level of the game, because some how, some way you have to make your feats seem far superior to those of your contemporaries, and everyone has the chance to be a winner, but there is only going to be one. This idea that there can only be one winner undermines the structure of the game itself and chaos ensues, and by chaos I mean all men involved in the game will sink to the level of having to criticize each other and mitigate everyone’s experienced in order to gain favor.

It is the first past the post in the truest since of the word.

Where is the husband in all this? He was present right? Of course! Well he was at the far end of the table speaking with other men about topics that he wants to talk about, casually trading smiles with his wife as they make eye contact. This went on for the better part of the evening, with people moving about the chairs going and coming, from a distance it looks like people having a good time, because that is exactly what is happening.

As the evening progressed, The Mister decided that he was ready to go, as he wrapped up his conversation with the men present he casually and confidently walk to the other end of the table where his wife was tapped her on the shoulder and said, “ I’m ready” or “lets go” or some other saying that a person would use to articulate that they are ready to leave, and you know what happened?

Sweetie, cut the conversations right there, gathered her personal effects and ever so gently gave a group goodbye where everyone felt like she was talking to them a little more than everyone else on that end of the table.

And like that, the game was over.

Grown men for the WIN! See grown men don’t feel the need to have to compete against others for something that already “theirs”. See, that’s what “ it” is, before the what of course. Knowing this before the situation keeps a person so far ahead of the game that you won’t even want to play.