- Jun 18, 2011
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There are times that i feel as if I am the Afro-American version of Pagliacci. Now men,do you sometimes feel this way? Because men are not supposed to cry and/or complain in public. We are just supposed to "take it like a man." We are to just stuff our emotions down inside us, until it eventually kills us.
Well here is what happen last week.
Before the Halloween Singles’s Cruise,we were told not to board the ship expecting to meet one’s soul mate or to “hook up” with anyone. We were told to just think about having fun!!. Well,for me ,that was easier said than done. There were seven nights on the cruise. Nights one through four were fun and a breeze. Now,I was not jealous of the couples who came on board as couples. There were about 380 singles in our group. The cruise ship had over 3,000 passengers, which has a maximum of 5,000 passengers. It is the largest cruise ship in the world.
I was jealous of the other single men in our group. On the other singles’ cruise,the over 40’s group,there are always more women than men. On the two Halloween cruises ,that I have been on, the men outnumbered the women. As a result,I would be talking to a woman. Another man would approach us,and the woman would leave me and follow the other man .This has happened to me on both Halloween Cruises. This year ,one woman told me that she would like to take a walk around this big ship with me.
Well, when we passed a hot tub, a man, from our singles group, was sitting in the hot tub. We wear beads around our necks in order for us to know everyone’s name, and to ID everyone in our group. No one can enter our private parties without a name bead on. She told me that she was just going to say, ”HI!” to him. Well, after about 15 minutes, she was still talking to him!! I just left.
Some ladies in our group, when leaving for the evening, would hug and kiss the man who was just dancing with them. She would take him by the hand as they are leaving the disco. After I am dancing with someone, and she starts to leave, I would leave with her. She then tells me that I am a sweet man. She tells that I am a nice man. She sticks her hand out to shake my hand. I felt as a child would when a child, at school, is not being picked to be on a team at recess time. I laugh when I am tickled. I bleed when my finger tip is pricked. Yet I am not looked upon as a man by these women.I am a man.also!!! All I wanted was to have someone to hold hands with,while watching the stars. All I wanted was someone to cuddle with.I thought that women love cuddling.I like to touch and to be touched.
When I am wearing a tux, these women tell me that I am handsome. Yes,a couple of women even asked me to dance. Many women in our group tell me that I am a great dancer. After I do a play on stage, women approach me and hug me.
When asked about my costume that I am going to wear for the party ,I replied, ”I am coming as…….”myself”. My name is Sylvester. I came wearing a “Sylvester The Cat” costume with the cat mask. The following day, many of the women, in our group, told me, ”Sylvester, you looked cute in that costume!” Well, the only thing that concerned me was ,that when I am performing, that women love me. When I am not performing, and just being myself, women just ignore me. When I am not in a costume.no one ever calls me……..“cute”.
So ,without a costume, and when I am not performing, I must look like Frankenstein’s Monster to most women. Well, at least Frankenstein’s Monster is over 6 feet tall. My situation reminds me of Smokey Robinson’s song, ”The Tears of A Clown.”
"Oh yeah baby, now if I appear to be carefree
It's only to camouflage my sadness
In order to shield my pride I try
To cover this hurt with a show of gladness
But don't let my show convince you
That I've been happy since you decided to go
Oh, I need you so, I'm hurt and I want you to know
But for others I put on a show
Now there's some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
the tears of a clown
When there's no one around, oh yeah
Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my sadness hid
Smiling in the public eye
But in my lonely room I cry
the tears of a clown
When there's no one around"
By the way,being in a romantic situation,by slow dancing,walking on the beach,hand in hand,while barefoot in the sand,and counting the stars at night,is my idea of .....fun!!!!
Well here is what happen last week.
Before the Halloween Singles’s Cruise,we were told not to board the ship expecting to meet one’s soul mate or to “hook up” with anyone. We were told to just think about having fun!!. Well,for me ,that was easier said than done. There were seven nights on the cruise. Nights one through four were fun and a breeze. Now,I was not jealous of the couples who came on board as couples. There were about 380 singles in our group. The cruise ship had over 3,000 passengers, which has a maximum of 5,000 passengers. It is the largest cruise ship in the world.
I was jealous of the other single men in our group. On the other singles’ cruise,the over 40’s group,there are always more women than men. On the two Halloween cruises ,that I have been on, the men outnumbered the women. As a result,I would be talking to a woman. Another man would approach us,and the woman would leave me and follow the other man .This has happened to me on both Halloween Cruises. This year ,one woman told me that she would like to take a walk around this big ship with me.
Well, when we passed a hot tub, a man, from our singles group, was sitting in the hot tub. We wear beads around our necks in order for us to know everyone’s name, and to ID everyone in our group. No one can enter our private parties without a name bead on. She told me that she was just going to say, ”HI!” to him. Well, after about 15 minutes, she was still talking to him!! I just left.
Some ladies in our group, when leaving for the evening, would hug and kiss the man who was just dancing with them. She would take him by the hand as they are leaving the disco. After I am dancing with someone, and she starts to leave, I would leave with her. She then tells me that I am a sweet man. She tells that I am a nice man. She sticks her hand out to shake my hand. I felt as a child would when a child, at school, is not being picked to be on a team at recess time. I laugh when I am tickled. I bleed when my finger tip is pricked. Yet I am not looked upon as a man by these women.I am a man.also!!! All I wanted was to have someone to hold hands with,while watching the stars. All I wanted was someone to cuddle with.I thought that women love cuddling.I like to touch and to be touched.
When I am wearing a tux, these women tell me that I am handsome. Yes,a couple of women even asked me to dance. Many women in our group tell me that I am a great dancer. After I do a play on stage, women approach me and hug me.
When asked about my costume that I am going to wear for the party ,I replied, ”I am coming as…….”myself”. My name is Sylvester. I came wearing a “Sylvester The Cat” costume with the cat mask. The following day, many of the women, in our group, told me, ”Sylvester, you looked cute in that costume!” Well, the only thing that concerned me was ,that when I am performing, that women love me. When I am not performing, and just being myself, women just ignore me. When I am not in a costume.no one ever calls me……..“cute”.So ,without a costume, and when I am not performing, I must look like Frankenstein’s Monster to most women. Well, at least Frankenstein’s Monster is over 6 feet tall.
My situation reminds me of Smokey Robinson’s song, ”The Tears of A Clown.”"Oh yeah baby, now if I appear to be carefree
It's only to camouflage my sadness
In order to shield my pride I try
To cover this hurt with a show of gladness
But don't let my show convince you
That I've been happy since you decided to go
Oh, I need you so, I'm hurt and I want you to know
But for others I put on a show
Now there's some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
the tears of a clown
When there's no one around, oh yeah
Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my sadness hid
Smiling in the public eye
But in my lonely room I cry
the tears of a clown
When there's no one around"
By the way,being in a romantic situation,by slow dancing,walking on the beach,hand in hand,while barefoot in the sand,and counting the stars at night,is my idea of .....fun!!!!
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