Frontline Vol 10: I remember you, Bwahahahahah!

You know, I rarely do a blog on relationships. And anyone that dares say that they know everything there is to know about relationships is a liar. Human relationships are easily the most dynamic unearthed treasure in the world. So it is really impossible to talk about over all relationships, but it is quite possible to talk about certain universal aspects of them.

The other Monday, while enjoying the ritualistic domination of the mouth breeding masses by showing our intellectual dominance through the venue of “Trivia Night”. I saw something that reminded me of something else that was really funny.

The couple sitting behind me, this guy…Oh man this guy, he was sitting there with his girlfriend laughing, eating buffalo wings, staring into her eyes.

Having a good time,

Having a real good time.

I paused, and looked at my good buddy Bender the Great and said, “Hey, isn’t that the guy who was up at the mansion crying cause because our buddy Blake F(not “B”) fucked his girl”

The whole table stopped because everyone was like, “Damn dude, I would have never thought about that again ever in my life had you not brought it up”

Then we all remembered that night of nights when this man, this broken man was at the bar, drinking the liquid courage to build up his strength to confront the other man, the current bane of his existence, and the knowledge that his girl has been doing the freaky deaky with a guy whom he has no chance of besting in any type of competition.

You sir have been cuckold by a stronger male. We see it on wild discovery on the discovery channel and we don’t feel bad for the turtle, the baboon or the tiger, why should we feel bad for the human?

That night was hilarious, I don’t even think Blake F knew that he knew, and the swagga of not giving a shit only frustrated the young man who just knew that he knew. Me and the rest of the Wild Bunch sat on that day and laughed the way we do.

And then we all moved on with our lives.

Then many moons later on a day like any other he happens to be in a bar with a group intellectual thugs with a memory for remembering the damnest of all situations is sitting across from him.

Oh we got LOUD.

Everything was a set-up for a joke with this guy. “…damn Ken do you think about this shit all day?” my response was “well, it’s not like I am the only one, I am sure he thinks about it every day too!!!” Bender chimes in with, “I bet she does too”. I sat there and looked at the table at his friends, his compadres, amigos, chin-gu’s, fam, crew, whatever they want to call themselves and I shook my head. Cause they all know how dirty this chick did their boy, and they are all acting like it’s all good.

Key word here is acting, you know good and well that all of them got the same jokes we have, but we are the only ones throwing them in the air.

So All I have to say is that you don’t want to be that guy.

I mean because if you are they guy that knows then you can rest assure that everyone else knows too.

FACT

So what happens next? Well it is Carrollton and the “Wild Bunch” and I were out doing our Friday bar hop session and I ran into Blake and we laughed all over again.

See, when you are that guy people laugh in front, behind, and on the side.

What do you do with that?

Now, I have had girls and sometimes guys use the phrase, “Well, in the end he won…he is the one with her”

I hear that.

You know, he won the race, she with him, blah blah blah. I have an honest question “what did he really win?”

I think in my follow up to this, I will attempt to tackle that phrase He won phrase, that those type of women and those types of men will say.

Cause I think it’s bullshit!