okay.. so i’ve been slacking off in the blog department this month.. lots going on, not enough time to do it all.. but, I will get back into a regular groove once things mellow out; it had better mellow out soon because I need some sleep..!
one thing that has been on my mind for a while, and it’s probably a redundant subject since I talk about it a lot.. what it is is what makes a guy pick one girl over another.. it’s starting to become one of the mysteries of the universe, or at least in my vast universe.. also, what deems a woman ‘pick-worthy’..?
i know what you may be thinking, but before you voice it, let me continue with my train of thought, no sidetracking me.. all those that know me tell me i am a good catch, guys are just idiots who don’t see who i am or what i can bring to the table.. my mom, bless her heart, is with the opinion that i have one ass, i don’t need another.. that comment brings in the rounds of laughter which surprisingly has truth in it..
but i cannot help but think that there is no one out there for me and i will, for the remainder of my life, be forced to endure the behind-the-hand whispers and the patronizing words meant to give me comfort by ‘well-meaning’ family and friends.. after all, i am a strong woman and can handle the demands of being a single, successful woman with gusto.. no snickering from the sidelines and giggling because i do know where you sleep..
this is it, this one thing that has been puzzling me.. let’s make a scenario.. a man dates a woman for say 5 years and then does an about face, deciding he wants to see other people because he’s not quite ready to settle down.. then, a month later, brings the new girl around the family and he is overheard pledging his undying love, his protection and believes he can’t live without her..
talk about a blow to the ego.. what was he doing with her all those years..? was she there to prep and prime him for the next woman because she isn’t quite what he wants..? building up his self-esteem, self-worth because he can’t do it himself and needs someone to assist him so he doesn’t look like a total jackass when ‘ms. right’ comes along..? it’s hard not to think in the negative when something like this happens.. were all those years she spent with him wasted..? how else can one think of the time spent..? but, due to the simple fact i am a woman, it always leaves me with the amazement of the inner-workings of the male mind.. what makes him tick..? what controls his switch..? is he really, truly the shallower, narrower-minded and oblivious of the human species..?
then along comes the other scenario that puzzles me.. well, actually throws me for a loop because it’s just so ridiculous in my eyes that it absolutely floors me.. a man meets a woman, dates her for a few months, then decides things aren’t going the way he feels it should be going and calls it quits, using the demoralizing phrase, “we should just be friends..”.. a period of time goes by and then all of a sudden, the horses-ass starts making his presence known, stating all-so-subtly, that he made a *gasp* mistake and would like to see where things might go..
the first thought that comes to mind is it went into the toilet and long since flushed, concluding it went in there for a reason.. is it gall, conceit or simple, unadulterated stupidity on the man’s part that he believes just because he’s been bitten on the ass by his own conscious, the woman, in all her pining time for him, will suddenly jump up for joy, thanking her lucky starts he’s finally come around and she should be pleased he ‘finally saw the light’, glad that he will once again grace her with his magnificent presence..?
okay, enough with my own eye rolling.. i can actually see some humor in both of the situations.. ‘ms. right’ has turned out to be a person whom his family, in his own words, is "very accepting of whomever he dates", can’t stand being near her and the conceited jackass is still trying to rear his clueless head even after i oh-so subtly insulted him using him as an example.. amazingly, he agreed with what i said, totally unaware i was making cracks about him with him even commenting he knew exactly what i was saying and adding life was too short to deal with idiots like that..
my thought to ponder or my question to pose, in rhetorical terms of course, why do men do stuff like this..? do they believe the grass is greener in the other pasture..? why, after a time period, do they feel we women would welcome them back..? do their actions regress back to a time in mammalian history where it was the goal of mating to chose the best mate in order to ensure the longevity of our species..? uh, I think the last one might be a bit far fetched.. the idea of ensuring our longevity paired with the thought of this crossing the modern man’s mind is quite mind-boggling..
well, i do apologize if i come across as a man-basher, it’s just boils down to the age-old saying.. ‘a few rotten apples don’t necessarily ruin the whole barrel..’ there are some good ones out there, it's just the bad ones seem to be taking up more space.. with all that said, it’s time for a cup of hot chocolate to chilllax my mind after dredging up the thoughts of the two oafs..
one thing that has been on my mind for a while, and it’s probably a redundant subject since I talk about it a lot.. what it is is what makes a guy pick one girl over another.. it’s starting to become one of the mysteries of the universe, or at least in my vast universe.. also, what deems a woman ‘pick-worthy’..?
i know what you may be thinking, but before you voice it, let me continue with my train of thought, no sidetracking me.. all those that know me tell me i am a good catch, guys are just idiots who don’t see who i am or what i can bring to the table.. my mom, bless her heart, is with the opinion that i have one ass, i don’t need another.. that comment brings in the rounds of laughter which surprisingly has truth in it..
but i cannot help but think that there is no one out there for me and i will, for the remainder of my life, be forced to endure the behind-the-hand whispers and the patronizing words meant to give me comfort by ‘well-meaning’ family and friends.. after all, i am a strong woman and can handle the demands of being a single, successful woman with gusto.. no snickering from the sidelines and giggling because i do know where you sleep..
this is it, this one thing that has been puzzling me.. let’s make a scenario.. a man dates a woman for say 5 years and then does an about face, deciding he wants to see other people because he’s not quite ready to settle down.. then, a month later, brings the new girl around the family and he is overheard pledging his undying love, his protection and believes he can’t live without her..
talk about a blow to the ego.. what was he doing with her all those years..? was she there to prep and prime him for the next woman because she isn’t quite what he wants..? building up his self-esteem, self-worth because he can’t do it himself and needs someone to assist him so he doesn’t look like a total jackass when ‘ms. right’ comes along..? it’s hard not to think in the negative when something like this happens.. were all those years she spent with him wasted..? how else can one think of the time spent..? but, due to the simple fact i am a woman, it always leaves me with the amazement of the inner-workings of the male mind.. what makes him tick..? what controls his switch..? is he really, truly the shallower, narrower-minded and oblivious of the human species..?
then along comes the other scenario that puzzles me.. well, actually throws me for a loop because it’s just so ridiculous in my eyes that it absolutely floors me.. a man meets a woman, dates her for a few months, then decides things aren’t going the way he feels it should be going and calls it quits, using the demoralizing phrase, “we should just be friends..”.. a period of time goes by and then all of a sudden, the horses-ass starts making his presence known, stating all-so-subtly, that he made a *gasp* mistake and would like to see where things might go..
the first thought that comes to mind is it went into the toilet and long since flushed, concluding it went in there for a reason.. is it gall, conceit or simple, unadulterated stupidity on the man’s part that he believes just because he’s been bitten on the ass by his own conscious, the woman, in all her pining time for him, will suddenly jump up for joy, thanking her lucky starts he’s finally come around and she should be pleased he ‘finally saw the light’, glad that he will once again grace her with his magnificent presence..?
okay, enough with my own eye rolling.. i can actually see some humor in both of the situations.. ‘ms. right’ has turned out to be a person whom his family, in his own words, is "very accepting of whomever he dates", can’t stand being near her and the conceited jackass is still trying to rear his clueless head even after i oh-so subtly insulted him using him as an example.. amazingly, he agreed with what i said, totally unaware i was making cracks about him with him even commenting he knew exactly what i was saying and adding life was too short to deal with idiots like that..
my thought to ponder or my question to pose, in rhetorical terms of course, why do men do stuff like this..? do they believe the grass is greener in the other pasture..? why, after a time period, do they feel we women would welcome them back..? do their actions regress back to a time in mammalian history where it was the goal of mating to chose the best mate in order to ensure the longevity of our species..? uh, I think the last one might be a bit far fetched.. the idea of ensuring our longevity paired with the thought of this crossing the modern man’s mind is quite mind-boggling..
well, i do apologize if i come across as a man-basher, it’s just boils down to the age-old saying.. ‘a few rotten apples don’t necessarily ruin the whole barrel..’ there are some good ones out there, it's just the bad ones seem to be taking up more space.. with all that said, it’s time for a cup of hot chocolate to chilllax my mind after dredging up the thoughts of the two oafs..
