Some of you have been asking about my next short story, well honestly I do have a story that's in draft but then a week or so ago when I presented it to a critic for her views, she said "Hahahahah..this beats a Dharma production. It stinks" Hence the delay. My apologies. In the mean while I've a little something else. Hope you like it. :)
....And then there are men who drink rum
There may be Beer drinking men and Whiskey-drinking men, but there are Rum-drinking men too. Sure, it may not be as common — a drink so often reserved for the boys. While we won’t scoff at the offer of a glass of either of the above, our heart sits in a rocks glass with rum and three cubes.
Rum-drinking men are adaptable by nature; we can sidle up to a bar or ease deep into a favourite reading chair.
A rum drinker writes poems about the movie he watched in his dreams. He watches people, the moon and stars, the lines around your eyes when you smile, taking them all in and savouring them.
Rum drinkers read (a lot); they love everything from classics to self-help. They read books you’ve never heard of, and quote them in the middle of a heated conversation.
A rum drinker loves on his own terms; whether it’s for an hour or ten years, his love will write on you indelibly. Rum drinkers are romantics in every sense of the word; they believe in the romance of language, of hearts and the romance of living.
Rum drinkers skip the games, but never outgrow being playful. He will take you for a walk and find all the best puddles, swing with you at a playground, and wish on a whole constellation.
Rum drinkers know when to savour the moment and when to grab it by the collar and drink it down quickly.
Rum drinkers know that vacation isn't somewhere you go; it’s a frame of mind. Wherever he goes, it’s an adventure. Rum drinkers sneak away to the mountains, beach or the neighbourhood park.
A rum drinker is an old soul with fresh eyes. He can show you how to find the magic in an ordinary day.
Rum drinkers listen everything from Bob Marley to Ronan Keating, from Magic to the Foo Fighters, from Yo yo Honey to Bruno Mars, from Taylor Swift, to The Killers and whatever the hell happens to catch his ear, catch his mood, and make him dance. He needs a soundtrack to move him through his day.
A rum drinker is all about the give and take. Take him seriously and he’ll give you a reason to smile. Give to him authentically and he won’t take you for granted. Rum drinking men know when to engage and when to hold back; they’re trained in conversation, so long as it’s deep enough to hold their attention. The rum-drinking man will shut down with small talk and gossip.
Rum drinkers know that The Fault in Our Stars is overrated; but they would still read it and cry because (wait for it) you guessed it right - Hopelessly romantics. He wants to write his own story, and if you’re lucky, he’ll invite you along.
Rum drinkers love relationships, but they especially love relationships with substance. Whether romantic or platonic, rum-drinking men won’t waste precious time with people who don’t fill them with feel goodness.
A rum drinker is a connoisseur. His tastes are specific and have more to do with the way she walks, the way she talks, the way she watches him… than the amount of lipstick she’s sporting.
A rum drinker has been broke. And Brat. And desperate. And maybe heart-broken. Or maybe he fell so far that we can't and won't want to be picked up and that's O.K. Whatever he picked, he loves her with all he has, and if you’re good, he’ll tell you stories, over breakfast in bed.
Rum-drinking men appreciate comfort above all else. They want outdoor, late night in the summer and blankets and amazing books in the winter. They want easy going. They want chill.
Rum-drinking men laugh with everything they've got; they appreciate smart, subtle humour, but sure as hell can't get enough of sarcasm, it's their second favourite "-asm".
A rum-drinking man is the King of deep conversation. He loves long, meaning chats. He loves figuring it all out. If you sit down to talk with a rum drinking men (especially when he’s got some rum in hand) expect to cover anything and everything. Expect to look up at the clock to realize it’s 3 a.m. and still be hungry for more.
Rum-drinking men think there’s magic in writing letters— actual letters, with pens, paper and postage. As a result, they've been known to write them.
Rum drinkers love the scrawl of pen across a paper, but they swoon for the feeling of vintage typewriter keys under their fingertips.
Rum drinking men don’t worry much about glass-holding rules. They’ll just as happily drink from a teacup as a rocks glass.
A rum-drinking man can rock t-shirts and jeans like none other, and he’s not afraid to pair denim with an open buttoned shirt. He will dress up on a Saturday afternoon, just because well day drinking is the best ain't it!.
A rum-drinking man can’t stick to a list of someone else’s creation to define him. He isn't finished yet to be defined, he is still being crafted and many a layers to uncover.
A rum-drinking man knows that none of us fit in these neat little boxes. He’d never pigeon-hole other men—or women for that matter. He knows that each of us are infinitely full of gorgeous nooks and crannies waiting to be explored, and that the people who are willing to brave our fire in order to enjoy our warmth are the ones worth keeping in our lives.
He knows it’s not about what it’s in our glass, but the fact that we drink life in completely.
