… so I walk into a strip club, Malasha to be precise.

A friend of a friend was celebrating his last day as a single man, I believe the term is Bachelors. I'll be honest I'm not a strip-club individual, but, I only went along so I can know about what it is about, you know, body of evidence type thing?

I don't know much about running a strip-joint, but I know Malasha had not thought theirs is proper (or maybe they did)

The girls, women, strippers have to walk through the crowd to get to the, ahem, pole.  Which is okay when they are about to perform, but after their performance, they have to walk past the same crowd to head back to their, ahem, rooms. 

Which is odd considering their are strippers (they take their clothes off) and have to walk past the same 'aroused' mense?

I guess maybe the bouncers are on point — or that's part of the marketing and 'sales'?

but I digress.

Well, after the strip-show we headed to a 'special-bachelors' room to get a private dance for the soon-to-be-groom.

and there it was:

for as far back as I can remember, till that day, I had never been attracted to Indian women, never saw them in that sexual light (or lack of).

till our private-dancer started doing her thing, yes, she was an Indian girl.

… from that day/night I am a changed man.

Which is great, I think.

What is a cut? What do you mean you have cut? Am I your cut? Whose is your cut?  These are the questions I keep getting every time I mention the phrase, "I have my cut."  In short an example of my cut, is Cassie.

My cut, defines a group of girls/women/chicks/honeys that fit specific physical attributes.  I think I alluded to it a while back about wanting models, that is part of my cut.  Not to say what I want has to be a model, barring the fact that now, I like ghetto girls, man they rock.

Let me not get distracted about ghetto girls, back to the cut, but dam they hot.

Somebody said, I was being shallow, I replied, I'd rather be shallow than be with a person and want to fuck everybody else, because they fit into my cut.  My cut has to do with physical attraction.  I'd rather seek out a hot chick that is also a fantastic person, with all that good person qualities that we all seek, than be with a girl that is wack but also has all that good interpersonal stuff.

A friend of mine once said, "All chicks are fucked up, I'd rather deal with a fucked up hot chick."  I agree with that.  Alas, the current debate with another friend is about, 'conversation'.  He says he loves the company of women with whom he can have a 'solid' conversation.  I say that is true and that is required, but that does not mean hot chicks lack the capability of good conversation, so I'd rather find my cut with good conversation.

Dilenda!

A few months back, I got to see Cassie's video, 'You & Me', and I realised, why can't I have a girl like that? The answer to that question was, I was not pursuing it and that is what I set out to do.  I tell you, I think I found one.  Hello Kei!  Alas, because I have this cut in mind, I have managed to filter out girls in a room and look for a specific cut, if it's there my objective is to approach her and start some ish.  If the cut is not there, then I don't have to do ish, in fact I don't do anything with any women in that room, regardless of how hot, sexy, banging she might have been in my pre-cut (hmm, this sounds good, pre-cut) days.

This mindset comes without out it flaws, because some girls are hot in their own right, and some girls might want me, but I not will succumb, until I am successful.

But,

Since I am planning to give up all my vices: smoking, drinking alcohol and sex, yes sex.  For six month as from the 14th of January to the 14th of July.  My birthday is on the 15th of July and I am hopping to get back to my vices with a clear, cut, mind.  It will be tough, but being Buddhist and all, salvation is self inflicted.

Word. 

... is the theme for this year, two thousand and seven.  I would love to say, it will be a good year, but that I'll never know for sure, I intend to make it one, by spending more time in the ghetto.  I am done with the suburbia lifestyle.

I think now is the right time to reflect on 2006.  Without a doubt it was the most challenging year of my life, I managed to survive it without being employed, managed to get a couple of pocket change to party hard in December.

Quite a lot of bad things happened last year, our family lost 2 young new members.  I lost a good friend of mine, Sam Farai Mugabe.  He will forever be remembered, every beer I drink at Europa, Rosebank, is in his memory.

Alas, this year is going to be different, I can sense it, I am not sure in what way, but it will be.  Its the year to be ghetto-fab, me thinks.  I think I learnt quite a bit from partying hard in 'hoods that surround our 'suburbs' and CBD's.  Black people know how to mutha-effing party and throw a mutha-effing good ass party, and the girls, my lord, the girls, are mad mad banging.  Most importantly they know how to dance, like really dance.

You know that song, '... in the meantime', I truely believe its the worst song ever made to date, I hate it, but I love what it does to a party.  Ghetto Girls man, they rock to that song, like it's the last song they will ever hear, nothing tops that.  I need me a ghetto girl.

I am done, with the 'snobs', model-c, living in the 'burbs, dining in the burbs, partying in the burbs type girls, for this year, I want me a straight up ghetto girl.

Alas, this is the first entry for the year, I have quite a bit of business administration to work through.

Word. 

So, I have decided that my next girl friend will be and should be a model.  She has to be banging, love is out the window.  I just have to stop myself from falling in love with any other girls unless they are models.

Funny thing this season, I am on some roll, man.  A very good one.  My memory is sharp, well sharp only when in comes to girls.  I remember names, telephone numbers, remember faces, which is important, 'coz it's hunting season.

... okay, my mind is a bit slow right now though, nursing my hangover.

It is weird, I no longer get those bad headaches from drinking any more, but I suppose it has to do with drinking only beer, and only black label.

Oh, now I remember, I got like a gang load of work to do, and I must finish it before end of the week, sixties party coming up.

Eish, ke tloba s'botho this season.

Ah, I'm bringing s'botho back, (yeah!), y'all niggers don't know how to drink.

Need a beer.