digress & obsess [v2]

we are aware that as single, intelligent and (often) self-sufficient women, that perfection isnt always attainable.

but life, has its underhanded way of throwing us the most arduous curveballs.

we often agree that (some) these curveballs mask themselves in the form of an unholy trinity that is the male species.

quite comparable to chocolate cake and ciggarettes, and other such vices that are bad for you,

but for some god-be-damned reason, just cant seem to stay away from.

- maybe it has been deeply ingrained in our genetic code,

- maybe it was the dreamy nuturing from all the TV soaps and    hollywood movies divulging us into a realm of ‘possibility’ - fairy tales, that is.

it doesnt matter now does it.

the male species have somehow infiltrated into our list of addictions, that we are trying to quit.

all but in vain.

why is it so?

why are we so desperate to cling on to something that is so temporal.

we are women. 

not critters scavenging over a (re-cycled) rump of rotten meat.

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ive come to the (not-so-pleasing) revelation that the world is becoming smaller and smaller. 

the six degrees of freedom has in-fact been reduced to a horrifying three. 

there is a high possibility that someone you’ve met is a friend of a friends.

- has it ever crossed your mind that the guy you are fucking is probably someone else’s 3days/weeks/months sloppy seconds?

- hypothetically speaking, doesnt that mean we’re more of less just fucking the same people over and over again?

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not a nice thought init? 

love is not forever, mind you. 
diamonds are.

many a time have i encountered women/(and from my own experiences, with their classic woes of ‘the bastard’ and/or connotations of that sort.

" why hasnt he called back?"

"i cant believe he cheated on me!"

"all he cares about is his PS2, his car, and his group of friends"

"Is it really so easy for him to move on, after ** years of being in a relationship?"

"all he wants is sex".

"i CANT believe he cheated on me AGAIN!"

-_-

well, believe it.

men (i hate to say it) are men.

they’re dirty, they’re rude, they’re nasty. 

they’re men.

they somehow possess an uncanny ability to penetrate you - if not the any of the cavities of your body, then your mind.

not only do these (not so) simpletons fuck. they mind fuck.

they can leave you hollowed out, and craving for more.

or, they can plain -just leave you.

for their never-ending conquest to ’spread the seed’.

plain and simple.  live w it.

chivalry is dead. 

why bother trying to change the natural order of things?  i reckon the only outcome of doing so is getting massively miffed and immensely injured.

stupid!

madonna was once quoted for saying: " the only difference between man and a vibrator is that one can mow the lawn".

doesnt take rocket science to figure out which one that is.

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we all have weaknesses when it comes to men.

as much as we deny,

and try to make up for it by claiming that we’re gay,

it doesnt matter how many shrinks you go to see,

or how many pairs of shoes you can snag at stuartweitzman

or how many bottles of champagne you can finish w your girlfriends,

try as hard as you might -

there will almost always be one fella in your little black book of naughties that has struck a cord. somewhere, somehow.

so, the trick is not to ignore it. or sweep it under the carpet. or wash it down w a glass of champagne alongside your stash of xanax/prozac.

the only thing you can do - plain and simple

is just to admit it.

so just say it.

my name is ________ (insert name) and i have a weakness for men. namely ones that have ________________ (insert physical traits) and ____________ (insert mental/intellectual/emotional traits - if there are any).

**my weaknesses include: tanned skin, wavy/curly hair, big biceps and cheese grate-worthy abs.  oh! lets not forget the to die for bum!

so, tell me,

wots your vice?

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