In the time it takes, to think of what to say...
...She could walk away.
And I'll be all alone, like yesterday.
I would really like to reach a point where I'm not writing about women any more. The women in my life, the ones that aren't, and the ones that I'd rather not have around. Pretty much women period. I'd rather be motivated to write about something else.
Truth be told I often am but it seems much more difficult to talk about that stuff.
Other folks don't seem to feel as deeply as I do. Maybe that's a cliche. I'm not really sure. But really, it would appear as if I take it too far. A sign of this is the fact that it often takes me much longer than others to care in the first place. But, oh boy once I do, look out. I'll then have reasons for my feelings an explanations and scientific analysis of the pros and cons... I'll have everything figured out and ready to move forward, turn my head and she's not interested anymore.
Well. Okay then.
I'll just be fine with that then. I kinda have to be. Don't I?
Besides, it's all too hard and too much work and really distracting. I should be working on more important things. Really I should.
So bye bye Jenny. They sendin' me to Viet Nam. It's this whole other country.
I'm pretty good at talking to older women whom I know are married. For some reason, since I know nothing will come of it, I'm just all like yeah, I have feelings yeah I've screwed up in the past yeah I'm working on it. (This always seems to come off as humble and chicks dig that and then they go tell thier single friends that I'm a nice catch... don't ask me, I don't get it either.) But with the single cute ones... I'm not all that smooth any longer. Kind of a dick actually. Not intentionally... it sorta just happens cause it would appear I am defending myself from something.
They start looking at you with that look in thier eye that I can see right through, and the comparison begins. That impossible comparison to that image of the perfect man that they have been dreaming of that will rescue/provide for/and be good looking with a huge cock and the only place that comparison leads to is disappointment. (Well maybe not disappointment in ALL those areas, but you get the idea.) So, rather than feel like I am misleading them into seeing all those qualities I posess (maybe) I like to almost boast the fact that I can be a dick just as much as Charlie Sheen.
I guess when it comes down to it, it's the classic case of being to fearful to follow through with it. And why should I be? Every time before had only lead to outstanding amounts of pain and life altering complexes that only women know how to provide.
So maybe everyone is at fault here. Communicating in different languages. Friggin awesome. Not sure I am ever going to be able to open up in that language ever again.
Really not sure.
This is not really one of the bestest posts ever... no. Dah well.
And I'll be all alone, like yesterday.
I would really like to reach a point where I'm not writing about women any more. The women in my life, the ones that aren't, and the ones that I'd rather not have around. Pretty much women period. I'd rather be motivated to write about something else.
Truth be told I often am but it seems much more difficult to talk about that stuff.
Other folks don't seem to feel as deeply as I do. Maybe that's a cliche. I'm not really sure. But really, it would appear as if I take it too far. A sign of this is the fact that it often takes me much longer than others to care in the first place. But, oh boy once I do, look out. I'll then have reasons for my feelings an explanations and scientific analysis of the pros and cons... I'll have everything figured out and ready to move forward, turn my head and she's not interested anymore.
Well. Okay then.
I'll just be fine with that then. I kinda have to be. Don't I?
Besides, it's all too hard and too much work and really distracting. I should be working on more important things. Really I should.
So bye bye Jenny. They sendin' me to Viet Nam. It's this whole other country.
I'm pretty good at talking to older women whom I know are married. For some reason, since I know nothing will come of it, I'm just all like yeah, I have feelings yeah I've screwed up in the past yeah I'm working on it. (This always seems to come off as humble and chicks dig that and then they go tell thier single friends that I'm a nice catch... don't ask me, I don't get it either.) But with the single cute ones... I'm not all that smooth any longer. Kind of a dick actually. Not intentionally... it sorta just happens cause it would appear I am defending myself from something.
They start looking at you with that look in thier eye that I can see right through, and the comparison begins. That impossible comparison to that image of the perfect man that they have been dreaming of that will rescue/provide for/and be good looking with a huge cock and the only place that comparison leads to is disappointment. (Well maybe not disappointment in ALL those areas, but you get the idea.) So, rather than feel like I am misleading them into seeing all those qualities I posess (maybe) I like to almost boast the fact that I can be a dick just as much as Charlie Sheen.
I guess when it comes down to it, it's the classic case of being to fearful to follow through with it. And why should I be? Every time before had only lead to outstanding amounts of pain and life altering complexes that only women know how to provide.
So maybe everyone is at fault here. Communicating in different languages. Friggin awesome. Not sure I am ever going to be able to open up in that language ever again.
Really not sure.
This is not really one of the bestest posts ever... no. Dah well.