To Be or Not To Be....FAMOUS!!!

It's crazy ain't it.

We normal people seem to always have that one friend (okay maybe 2 or more), who always seems to have the flashiest clothes/accessories, gets everyone's approval i.e. people always telling them how good they look in their newest outfit or how cool the latest thing they did was. There's also the ever constant barrage of attention they seem to be getting from the ladies.

Dont get me wrong, i do get some attention from some ladies, but maybe not in the same calibre, or even if they were, they'd be very few in-between. The straw that broke the camel's back for me was when I was out with my friend 'Michael' - we'll be using anon. names to protect the 'innocent'. Anyway, Michael and I both work in the same job, he actually helped me get that job, come to think of it, he's helped me alot since i knew him.

We both got up for a staff meeting 8.30am this meeting (who the F**K but our manager sets a staff meeting so early on a freakin saturday). And as we were both working later on in the day with the meeting lasting about an hour, we had time to kill in the shops and around the town. Hanging around Michael when he's shopping makes you pull out ur laser card faster that John Wayne pulls out them pistols in the old western's, getting stuff u knew u'd hold off for when on sale, if it were just u shopping.

I dont know if it was just me, but going around town, i realised he kept getting stared at by girls/women, maybe i got my fair share of stares, but i musta missed em cos i kept watching them stare at him while i raged a lil bit inside. Yes, i admit it, i was a lil bit jealous. Making it worse, he keeps bragging about his style, talking about which girl he's ignoring today cos their too clingy, the current love-of-his-life (the last one got knocked up btw lol, NO SERIOUSLY, by him). Now i'm not the type to brag about who's chasing after me even when im lucky to get one/two after me but he just kept going on and on about it, that i felt my stomach growl in faint jealousy cum anger...or maybe twas just d steak&cheese subway i just had for brekkie.

Then, to top it off, the current love of his life, 'Ade-ola', was just coming back from outta town, so i decided to accompany Michael as part of the welcoming committee.

BAD IDEA.

She came of that bus looking as sweet as ever, perfectly rounded behind, in sexy heels, braided hair and red jeans. I'd never wished i was in a relationship with someone so badly - but just for a split second. I play it cool like its no big deal, but she looks sooo sweet. She gives me a hug...Happy New Year she says, i mumble an incoherent reply and just keep staring...

...So im back home now looking back on the pattern of things in general, my relationship with Michael, how he hooked up the 1st love-of-his-life, how i also wanted her soo bad too then, but he made the first move, how he just 'acquired' this current one and how i was still trying to make up my mind whether to make a move or not, while my homie had gone ahead and laid his foundation. Not to make excuses, but looking at it, both girls had probably already made up their minds that he was soo cool and fell head-over-heels in (gawd i hate using this word) love with him.

Yeah, it definitely IS a bunch of excuses, if i made my move first i'd be the one she sends those sweet texts to, that make me soo angry that Michael's getting them now(What's worse, he keeps showing me the damned texts and i cant do shit about it but smile and nod in mock approval/admiration). Oh, im a strict disciple of the guy code, i'd never go behind a good friend's back and make moves on his girl - NEVER!!! But i still wish it was me.

Opportunity will knock once again, but what's bothering me is, should i start dressing like him, behaving like him, buying top-up for chicks, talking wif them for hours til 4am? I need my beauty sleep hehe! Or should i just stay the way i am? Be me and let the girls come to me? Or probably even better, just be a lil more pro-ative when i see a chick i like....but there's soo many of em.

So that's the point/question my whole parable up to this point has been about, To Be or Not To be FAMOUS....like Michael.