Women unceasingly l manage to confuse me. They suck.. They are emotional bags of frustration that douse any fires of intent to be friendly.
You would think with all the female friends I have I would do a better job of understanding them, but alas, they continually throw curve-balls that hit me on the noggin. If it were a dude that did this I'd be able to generate a bench clearing brawl and get old school but no, I am a man. I must lay my coat of sensitivity and understanding over the puddle of their lack of comfort as they trod on it with dirty, dingy, musty, shoes.
As of late I've pulled back from seeking the company of my female friends and it was a good decision. My compartmentalized position in their lives wasn't worth the investment. I no longer cared to be one of the many flavors of an assorted cheesecake platter. I desire to be the whole pie. I want to provide all the enjoyment and fattening calories. Doing so, however, has kept me largely on the shelf. Good thing there is no expiration date, however I am concerned with getting bitter over time.
I kind of see now why some guys choose to stay home with Mom. She will fuss about having to do your laundry but at least she's consistent and loves you for you. If it weren't for those darned hormonal urges to get pelvic I think every guy would still be at home playing video games, eating chips, and drinking Capri-Sun packages. I guess God knew how to motivate us to step outside of ourselves and engage the opposite sex.
Well Played, big J.. Well played.
