Chasing Assets (or, A Different Kind of Desperado)

How do people become desperate, anyway?
Deprivation of company from the opposite sex is the main reason, according to me; and as I am a guy, I can only vouch for the 'un'fair sex.

There are other reasons too, though. One that comes to mind almost immediately is that the desperado is just plain sad, and attention denial from the 'fair sex' induces formation of an extra "bodyful" (used for the lack of a better word) of testosterone; and since my experiences just HAVE to revolve around the word ODD, I know quite a few people (read rejected-by-evolution primates) with this 'attention denial' complication.Want me to describe one? Silly people! Obviously, I'll elucidate! How else would I fill up this entry?

Once there was a "short" "man". Well, he was in his late teens.Thus, not a man yet, although his words were spoken like a true Schwarzenegger-like actor in a 90's bollywood flick, who would be getting beaten up by a bunch of goons, and still rise up from the ground after falling and spilling blood. Then he would suddenly become fiery and mouth the words, "MARD ko dard nahi hota!" ("a MAN doesn't feel pain!") Please note that I'm talking about the actor, though our "man" wasn't much different. Now, let's get back to his being desperate.

One day, our man's friend (a 'she') was going to participate in a fashion show. So, she asked 'yours truly' (may have been me) and his friends to accompany her. Our man was a friend of 'yours truly' too. As the location for the show was far away, and the more important reason being that almost all of them were lazy, they declined the invite. Only our man decided to join her. 'Yours truly' told her that even if our man was going, he knew that our man would follow her around like a crazed dog with a lust for assets and the things that are attached to them, and that's why she would have lots of "help" at hand. She wouldn't need the whole gang there. I should tell you that 'yours truly' is right way more times than he is wrong. As expected, our man stuck to her throughout the whole event, except the ramp walk (thankfully), so much so that he developed friction burns!

I'm not sure if these desperadoes know that they look effing (f***ing) stupid, and whether they care enough to not behave like testosterone itself, on Viagra. The more they "stick" thick, the more they drift away from a chance to actually be seen with the assets and their attachments. One thing's for sure, loneliness would always "stick" with these stickers. A thought for the stickees--tell these desperadoes off before you develop critical cases of third degree burns.

Note: Please take this post lightly; and please don't bring out your knives and daggers to murder me for shedding light on an obvious truth.