Stop Haunting Me Please
Feeling like ass, I decided it probably best I sleep. I curled up here on my living room sofa, watching Seinfield and fell into a light sleep. My phone rang and I answered him, “What’s up?”
On the other end he was sobbing, crying, hardly able to tell me whatever it was he wanted to say. This has happened so many times in the past. And each time I’ve given in and given up the fight.
Only today, it was only a dream. I don’t know why I’m bothered so much this time. I don’t know why I give a fuck. All I know is it really fucking hurts.
Today, I truly resent being a girl. And I truly resent the boys who hurt us. Today, I’m suffering pain that even sleep won’t allow me to escape. I hate today. I hate myself. I hate him. I hate you.
And well, I wish there was someone to hug.
Thank you Sam, for letting me whine about things, even when I'm not whining at all because words just fail me. And for being one of the only men who really gives a shit about me, without trying to get into my panties. I love you, hope you know that.
On the other end he was sobbing, crying, hardly able to tell me whatever it was he wanted to say. This has happened so many times in the past. And each time I’ve given in and given up the fight.
Only today, it was only a dream. I don’t know why I’m bothered so much this time. I don’t know why I give a fuck. All I know is it really fucking hurts.
Today, I truly resent being a girl. And I truly resent the boys who hurt us. Today, I’m suffering pain that even sleep won’t allow me to escape. I hate today. I hate myself. I hate him. I hate you.
And well, I wish there was someone to hug.
Thank you Sam, for letting me whine about things, even when I'm not whining at all because words just fail me. And for being one of the only men who really gives a shit about me, without trying to get into my panties. I love you, hope you know that.
posted by Tainted Female at
4:21 PM
12 Comments:
I hope you feel better towards the end of the day....
I love you!
kisses hugs kisses hugs ..
Id come over tonight but I fly out to beirut early tomorrow morning for a few days. When I get back I'm taking your beautiful self out and maybe soon we can go to the spa and get pampered together!
YAY!
Chin up woman!
Notice how it's only you girls who dare to comment? Know why the boys can't? Because they all know they suck and they're the reason we women get miserable.
I love you all. BabyK, have a wonderful flight... SS, you're an angel... And HL... It's later and I'm feeling a little better.
I love you too.
Or maybe we don't comment because we know that if we did comment, you'd assume we were trying to get into your panties.
Play yourself some Marley while you're feeling mopey, it'll make you feel better...
Absolut will do the trick just the same...
I'm home now, and I'm happy.
And pssst... I don't think every man wants to get into my panties... just a lot of them... lol.
Absolut will do the trick just the same...
I'm home now, and I'm happy.
And pssst... I don't think every man wants to get into my panties... just a lot of them... lol.
your highness...it's just one of those days....anyway...i have a brilliant idea to stop those ninkumput guys getting into your panties....don't wear any!!!!!!!!! that will do the trick! what u think?
And pssst... I don't think every man wants to get into my panties... just a lot of them... lol.
I wasn't specifically referring to you, just making a comment on how the rules of the game are a little messed up.
Consider what happens when girls share a belief that most guys are trying to get into their pants - now even nice guys know that they can get turned down by girls they genuinely like, so we're forced to improve our odds by hitting on multiple women at the same time, investing very little emotion and playing it cool to our friends. Just a thought.
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Cliched, but its true.
As a general rule… psamtani, everything you just said is bullshit. ;)
Any intelligent girl can feel the difference, between a guy aiming at the world and a guy aiming at someone he likes; her.
Why would you play the odds and hit on tons of women? Why would you need to? If you’ve got your eye on one, and you know how to treat her, she’ll see you for what you want and mean, rather than just the guy who’s hitting on everything that walks. By the way, that’s a HUGE turnoff for us women.
You read me completely wrong there - I wasn't saying thats the right way to go about things, just commenting on how that kind of mentality is a natural result of the social conditioning you displayed. There's an evolutionary component to it to, but its been overstated in general.
Essentially, you're right, but the horny rabbit mentality is not completely irrational.
hun...
Most things go way over my head... ;)
Cheers.
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