Thechicdebate.ENDS

The intro to this post is at B2Bs. Click it….Serakelz, you may need to get a faster connection….

Chics being the bag of she-motions that they are and guys being, you know, suave, collected, well-rounded, chauvinist (is it showing yet?), the meeting is usually quite a sight.

Ladies and gentlemen, in the blue corner, weighing 200 pounds of pure muscle, 3 pounds of facial hair, 6 pounds of body hair and 1 pound of undisclosed hair, with a 5-3-1 record: 5 wins (in which the ladies fell for him, hook, line and sinker), 3 losses (in which the attitude-queens kicked him out) and 1 draw (in which they had ‘fun’ but didn’t exchange numbers), I present BUBBA. (wild cheers from the guys)

In the pink corner, weighing…weight undisclosed for obvious reasons. But she’s lean, she’s mean, her body screams a three-letter appeal that the editor won’t publish. She boasts a 3-3 record. 3 wins (in which she ditched the bastards) and 3 losses (she still calls them, they never pick up), I present BUBBLE. (wild cheers from the guys, the traitors)

The clash is always epic. Guy takes jab at chic.

“Hi, I am BUBBA. You look hot, feisty, classy and unapproachable. What’s your take on this?” (showing her something)

Conversation struck. Numbers exchanged. Round one: BUBBA

Two days later, he calls. She picks, outta breath, says she cannot talk, but she’ll call back. She doesn’t. Round two: BUBBLE

He calls. Asks her out. She says she’ll think about it. He doesn’t let her finish, quickly feigns a call on another line, hangs up. Round three: Draw

A day letter, he calls, teases, disses, then suggests a meet. He spells out the day, time and place, cautions against late-coming, cuts her short, says he has to run, he hangs up. Round four: BUBBA

They meet. She laughs a lot. So does he. He is naughty. She is feisty. She loves to talk, he lets her. It’s a tug of war, a power play. I’ll pay, no I’ll pay. After you, no, after you. Round five: Draw

They part ways. She’s not sure about him, he knows what he wants. She wants time to study him. He feels too much time and he’ll become a ‘friend’ and ‘confidante’, or even worse, a ‘best friend’. Yuck!

So re-evaluating his original goal of getting in and getting out faster than you know, he re-evaluated his techneek and did….

He doesn’t call her. She wonders how he is. She calls him. He lets it ring for a bit, and just when she is about to give up, he picks up and smiles a wicked smile that she thinks she can recognise off the phone. He asks how she’s been, she says she’s missed his lame humour…

Round Six; Unfinished and in need of extra time

He promises to call sometime: she smiles and he hears it in her voices….

Round Seven; Draw

He calls her later that week, suggesting a quiet digs. She sees his plan and hijacks by saying he’ll be at FunkyTown with her friends, but they are not out all night, so he best join them soon enough.

He smells her game and says he will pass by later…

She thinks he is not bothered, and says whatever…

Round Eight: Inconclusive

At funkytown, Bubble is chilling with her homegirls and Bubba is bizzy calculating his time to make a move. He turns up earlier than she thought and decides to just eye her from the corner of his eye at the bar…

She smiles…. he flinches

Round Nine: Bubble

He sends her a text saying…

“your friends that boring that you gots to look at me while they are chatting with you”

She replies,

“Who is this?”

Round Ten; Bubble

He sends over a drink

She sends a text saying, “gentleman huh”

He doesn’t respond

She gets up and walks over to him

Round Eleven: Bubba

She walks right past him

Round Twelve: Bubble

She smiles when she has taken some steps back and he tries to front, so he smiles back and then the bombshell

“Bubba, I like your game.” “You are a bad boy type who actually knows how to chat us up”

“Let’s cut to the chase” “what dyu like about me?”

“Is it my smile, my behind, or my curves”

He replies,

“Bubble, its your mind!”

Round Thirteen: Bubba

Hmmn…