“Tiger… I only know of one.”

In the town of over the top opulence, also known as Las Vegas, another ultra-chic mega-resort recently opened.  Situated on the south-end of The Strip, located between Tropicana & Flamingo, resting on the westside of the street is City Center.  Architecturally speaking; magnificent.  It also happens to be the spot all the Movers & Shakers of Vegas have pinned their financial futures on.

I was lucky enough to be on site during the grand opening of the Hotel/Residential property “Mandarin Oriental“.  Their brand is designed for those with money to exchange.  As for me, I really enjoyed their teas.

It was while I partook in this gathering given by a group of professional women, that I realized I had been captured by the prey.  The Speaker was clever in the way she played me, putting the spotlight on me, simply by saying.  “Could someone from the audience explain why “Tiger” would throw all that money away by dilly around with women who obviously aren’t his wife?” Yes, I was thrown into the fire and hadn’t even been asked if I wanted to be the main dish.  No matter.

As I am a student of People-Watching 101, the element of fear people have of others had long been removed from my psyche’.  So, their applauds were welcomed as were their extending hands in their attempt to lead me to the podium.  As I stepped forth, I realized their invite…  Although stimulating to receive such an honor, creating a chemically induced sense of excitement in me even before I showed up.  If you understand the intoxicating effects of such a situation, you know where my head was at.  Still, I walked straight ahead…  Delivering my head to their guillotine.

The clapping faded and the emotions seemed to settled in their eyes when I casually responded to their inquiry.  “I cannot answer your question as I am not Mr. Woods nor am I a celeb.” That statement alone, immediately changed the mood within the room.  Now, they waited for more, and…  I obliged.

“I know of only one Tiger.  He’s GREAT, and goes by the name of Tony.  Has a cousin who is also deep into marketing, known affectionately as Chester.  But he’s a Cheetah.” My point hit its mark and the tension subsided three degrees more.  Continuing I pushed to convey to all of them that my Tiger is media driven so I don’t expect anything more that what it is.  Adding, “when you don’t expect anything, you won’t set yourself up for any surprises”.

My concluding words about the ugly situation Tiger Woods found himself in gained me even more props. from those in attendance.  That statement.  “All this talk about the man chasing the women for sex, ends with y’all making the man out to be this cold, deceptive sex addict.  But, let a woman be on the hunt and y’all refer to it being a case of expanding her social network.  Okay ladies, I give-up, and it’s give-in.  Permission granted…” As they looked at me, some with confusion etched on their faces, others showing anticipation as to what would come next, I ended their thirst by saying.  “Be like Tony and tell the truth.  It’s GRRREAAAT!”

Psssss;  Much of what people do is based on a combination of acquired behavior with a ‘lil innate characteristics sprinkled in.  When people act on impulse this is said to be of the reptilian variety.  A la, people see, people want, people take.  As for the consequences, the realization of them only comes with the passage of time.  Hey, are we talkin’ maturity?  Tiger Woods’ life is his life to lead or cast to the winds while damning those who thought he was bigger than them.  The women who gave themselves to him accepted that permission slip previously defined, allowing them to…  Do what people do!

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