PLAY BOY ON RAMPAGE!!!

I find it sort of strange that I’m doing this stuff. To start with I do not like the tag ‘playboy’ never liked it. There’s something about it that connotes recklessness and portrays a man as being somewhat irresponsible. Now that is something I am definitely not.  I am a responsible young man, I’ve got fantastic job as a creative writer and visual director with a fairly top advertisement agency, and all of that comes with a fantastic pay package as well. But, can I help it if some woman just cannot resist climbing into bed with me?

Perhaps I should at this point, pause to share with you a little about myself. My name is Frank, but friends choose to call me Frankie. I am just about six feet tall, dark and well built. But I think my biggest asset is my face. Without meaning to sound brash and arrogant, I dare say I’ve got one of the cutest face you‘ll probably ever find sitting on a male body. And when you add that to the fact that I’m powerful dresser with a remarkable frame that highlights my looks with undeniable sophistication and panache, the overall effect of that on women is better left imagined.

I am a cool guy, a gentleman. I do not go about seeking fun and women, I always prefer my quiet moments. But when the beautiful daughters of Eve come swarming around me like bees to honey, what can I do? Do I turn them down? Hell no! I certainly won’t do that. Even my late Dad would turn angrily in his grave if I did that. Still, I try to be careful. I do not throw my doors open to all of them, I pick only those I deem deserving of enjoying the pleasure of my company. I consider myself a guy with a lot of class, so my woman must be classy. That she must be beautiful is no compromise, I am too much of a hunk to be seen hanging around ugly Ducklin’s first cousin! My woman also has to be neat and clean. Outside of the gorgeous clothes, she must be as smooth and as clean as she looks on the outside. Above all these, she must have some brains upstairs. Simply can’t stand a woman who has nothing else to offer a man other than a cute face, a big booty and a pair of ‘Manchester’ that remind you of the tart strutting her stuff on Allen Avenue!

Everyone acknowledges that I’m one hell of a good looking guy. Even my boss in the office sometimes uses my good looks to attract jobs we ordinarily may have had trouble getting. Once the man realized the reason we hadn’t gotten a particular job is because some grouchy tough woman was standing on the way, he‘d quickly dispatch me to work with the pitching team. And of course, all I need to do is use my charm, flirt a little with the lady without necessarily being over suggestive, and leave her feeling she was the most wonderful woman to ever grace the surface of the earth. Nearly every time, it worked. That job fall right on our laps before close of work that same day. And what do I give to the woman in return? Well, let’s say I pay back in kind, my own way, and believe me, at the end of the day, everyone goes home happy. For me particularly, nothing makes me feel good like seeing a ‘customer’ looking really happy, you can bet they would keep coming back for more.

It will probably amaze you to know that I honestly do not have any idea how many girlfriends, or better put, ‘female acquaintances’ that I have. I say this because I try not to be emotionally close to my women. For a man like me who’s not looking forward to settling down now or in the nearest future, it’s better that way. With women, the less complicated things are, the better it is for both of us. Makes saying goodbyes a lot simpler. But I did fall in love a few times in those early days. There were some really great women that I’d been privileged to meet, one of them is Benita, a truly amazing lady.

I met Benita at a friend’s birthday bash. The minute she stepped into the hall, I spotted her. Apparently, I was not the only one who spotted her because, shortly after she arrived, nearly every guy in the party wanted to dance with her. And you didn’t have to wonder why. Benita was too gorgeous to ignore. With an average height, a sharp ignore-me-if-u-dare figure eight, and a pretty face that suggests she might be a Daddy’s girl, Benita’s pink body hugging gown made you want to pick her up and take her to mama. But I wasn’t interested in taking Benita to mama, the only place I wanted to take this hot looking babe to was my comfy, exotic king size bed……………………

To be continued