I got that from UrbanDictionary.com for those who need some pointers.
Being GF has been a way of life for some since way before I was born. The only difference between now and then is that we have a name for it. Back then, you just "lacked priorities." Now, you're "ghetto fab."
The crazy thing about it is that
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I wear two watches so I can show up twice as late. |
To the people with common sense, they see the "wizard behind the curtain." (for those who don't understand that reference: what in the world did you watch as a child?) People with common sense knows that a man with all of those ghetto fabulous things probably stays with his parents because he can't afford his own place. If he is fortunate enough to have his own spot, then the lights are off because instead of paying the bill, he "made it rain" $500 on some strippers at the shake joint to entertain his boys.
GF Men are the equivalent of a peacock. They flash the bright, flashy colors because it's the only way to get a female's attention. They can't do it intellectually. They can't do it emotionally. They have to distract their prey before conquering it.
Guess what? It's worked for decades and it will continue to work since there are still a large total of women who are mesmerized by shiny things. Women who will bypass the gainfully employed man in a '05 Honda Accord for the "odd job" having man who hasn't filed a tax return in six years, but has a 2011 Cadillac with a see-through aquarium trunk full of goldfish.
Eventually, after having a baby or two with the GF guy(s), they learn that they were fooled into thinking that they had something special in a guy who calls himself a "hustler," but doesn't have the work ethic of the word's literal meaning.
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Only a GF man would endorse a product for free due to lacking the intelligence to creatively make money. |
If there are any ladies out there who need some guidance on finding a good guy, just remember this: Real men entertain women. Ghetto fabulous men entertain each other.
So, when you approach a man, instead of looking at his earring that may be 24k, ask about his 401k. If he's over 25 and doesn't have one, do a 180 and run like Lindsay Lohan being chased by rehab security.
If you have a ghetto fabulous experience to share, please do so in the comments below...