Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Why is it that everytime i swear off men, one of them has to come my way and change my mind?
Do they have a club out there that is designed to ensure the survival of men? where they sit around and wait for an alert button to go off to indicate that some girl who has some sense in her head is swearing off men? then in order to save themselves (and the whole of men-kind) they conjure up some dude that's exactly what that poor lil' unsuspecting girl wants, and places mr-perfect-prince-charming in her path. Thus, creating in that pretty little head the illusion that there still must be some good men out there. " I mustn't give up," she says. No, actually, you should.
I am convinced. There are no good men out there. No wait, correction, there are no good,
available men. No, unfortunately, all the good men are either taken, or they're gay. And the few good ones that are available are just too shy to understand the word "initiative". You know what they say, men are like parking spaces, all the good ones are taken and the ones that are left are all handicapped. My friend and I have hypothesized that there must be a little place out there where all the good men are hiding. Those we-know-you-want-us-but-you're-not-getting-it-that-easy kinda men. Then, of course, after hibernating for so long, they turn into we-know-you-want-us-but-after-spending-so-much-time-together-we've-really-all-turned-gay kinda men.
Maybe Holly is right, maybe men really are the devil -sigh-
I detest human emotion; its frailty, its stubborness and its need for affection.
I detest evolution and its damn theory that we are all designed to find a mate.
Someone take them off their high horses, and while you're at it, cut out my amygdala so i don't have to feel anymore.
Please and thank you.
sherry @ 4:08:00 pm
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