[Say It!] They Say He’s Like The Summer
By Maryam B. Mirza
What would be an appropriate response when someone tells me that my brother is hot? I usually answer with …
“Oh yeah, I know, we share the same genes.” *smugness*
(The former when I’m just not in the mood of being the self-obsessed me and the latter when I’m totally in that mood. A narcissist, am I? Correct!)
Trust me to turn my brother’s (questionable) hotness to my unquestionable hotness.
(Brother’s hotness. Drill that onto my forehead would you, till I finish writing this. So that my periodical peeks at the mirror won’t let me deviate from the topic at hand.)
My friends pretend to have mock crushes on my brother. Or maybe they pretend to be pretending because they have a more than two years age difference. One of them went as far as to ask me if I’d get him to marry her. Nuh-uh, not in this life, sister. He may be a jerk but he’s still important to me.
His female classmates tattoo their arms in permanent marker with his name; I’ve seen them with my own pretty brown eyes, swooning as he walked past, oblivious to their 120 km/hr heartbeats and excessive hyperventilations. I’ve seen them huddled in a corner of the courtyard discussing the oh-so-amazing way he had kicked the ball in the previous evening’s futsal match and the “Oh Em Jee! Did you see that around the world that he did?” Squeals and screeches punctuating the entire conversation.
And I can do nothing but shake my head in utter perplexity.
What is it that makes a guy hot? Ask a girl this and she’ll give you those three typical, predictable words. Tall, dark and handsome is so clichéd now, overused, over-rated. My brother is tall, not at all dark and I wouldn’t call him anymore handsome than the Great Dane next door. (Did I just compare my blood kin to a member of the canine species? Guess I did). His hair is curly, unruly, and threatens to turn into a full-fledged Afro if I don’t nag him into giving the barbers a chance to earn.
But I’ll admit, there is something about his ‘swagger’ that makes you want to pay attention. And the chocolate icing on the cake, he pops, locks, breaks and freezes.
Figured it out? My brother is from the same mother as is a B-Boi.
Is that the reason behind his ever-increasing appeal amongst the opposite sex? I hope so; I don’t want to spend any more time examining the science behind this particular attraction.