Pourque Maria-Bella
I have noticed something lately that makes me sad. there are a lot of smart, beautiful girls. that in itself doesn't make me sad, it's just that those smart, beautiful girls are setting themselves up to be...well...sluts.
what the cow? why are you all doing this? under normal circumstances, i would take a moment to point out the warning signs of sluttiness. but i am of the belief that everybody knows the messages they send...especially if they act on the messages they're sending.
i don't know...i guess i just don't understand the draw. i mean sure, the "hott" idiot boys tend to line up for the skanks and that's got to be nice. but now you've got a reputation. you have "EASY" stamped on your forehead. sure, your line is longer but none of those guys are actually interested in YOU.
so suppose you find a guy that wants to be with you for more than a week, and wants to do more than get love-drunk off your lady lumps. great. now you've got someone hat wanted to spend time with you in the first place because he likes the way your genetic code makes your body grow. you've got someone that stuck around because he liked the loose nature of your morals. you've got someone that thinks of you as an object. you've got someone that has no respect for you, your emotions or your wishes. you can't trust a guy's horniness to deliver on anything but horniness. he will never bring you flowers. he will never bring you chocolate. he will never treat you like the beautiful, intelligent girl you are. he will never treat you like gold. he will do the bare minimum to keep you around and he will ditch you as soon as someone hotter and eaiser comes along. the relationship will dead-end in pain, betrayal, and possibly abuse.
"ABUSE!?" you say "not my hott idiot boy" and i say...maybe not...but maybe yes. what do you do when the tv doesn't work? you smack it. what is a tv essentially? an entertainment device. what does a guy who's with you just for the things you can do to appease his hormonal desires view you as? living breathing porn.
i'm not here to tell you how to live your life. i'm here to ask you to please, for the love of god and all that is good and holy, think. that's it.think. use the wrinkly gray thing above your shoulders. yes! above your shoulders for once. that's where all the good stuff is anyways.
learn to use it now. because someday, you will get old. you will get wrinkly. you will start to sag. nobody likes a 30 year old skank...it's just gross. your body will betray you but you'll still have the reputation. only now, those hott idiot boys will make fun of you in the bars. you're a rag to them. dirty, torn useless.
just think.
please.
think.
thus ends mike's rant.
what the cow? why are you all doing this? under normal circumstances, i would take a moment to point out the warning signs of sluttiness. but i am of the belief that everybody knows the messages they send...especially if they act on the messages they're sending.
i don't know...i guess i just don't understand the draw. i mean sure, the "hott" idiot boys tend to line up for the skanks and that's got to be nice. but now you've got a reputation. you have "EASY" stamped on your forehead. sure, your line is longer but none of those guys are actually interested in YOU.
so suppose you find a guy that wants to be with you for more than a week, and wants to do more than get love-drunk off your lady lumps. great. now you've got someone hat wanted to spend time with you in the first place because he likes the way your genetic code makes your body grow. you've got someone that stuck around because he liked the loose nature of your morals. you've got someone that thinks of you as an object. you've got someone that has no respect for you, your emotions or your wishes. you can't trust a guy's horniness to deliver on anything but horniness. he will never bring you flowers. he will never bring you chocolate. he will never treat you like the beautiful, intelligent girl you are. he will never treat you like gold. he will do the bare minimum to keep you around and he will ditch you as soon as someone hotter and eaiser comes along. the relationship will dead-end in pain, betrayal, and possibly abuse.
"ABUSE!?" you say "not my hott idiot boy" and i say...maybe not...but maybe yes. what do you do when the tv doesn't work? you smack it. what is a tv essentially? an entertainment device. what does a guy who's with you just for the things you can do to appease his hormonal desires view you as? living breathing porn.
i'm not here to tell you how to live your life. i'm here to ask you to please, for the love of god and all that is good and holy, think. that's it.think. use the wrinkly gray thing above your shoulders. yes! above your shoulders for once. that's where all the good stuff is anyways.
learn to use it now. because someday, you will get old. you will get wrinkly. you will start to sag. nobody likes a 30 year old skank...it's just gross. your body will betray you but you'll still have the reputation. only now, those hott idiot boys will make fun of you in the bars. you're a rag to them. dirty, torn useless.
just think.
please.
think.
thus ends mike's rant.