Moderating a stance …

I said I was out of emo mode, but I do think I must clarify something.

There were times I said there was no man like that, ladies, and to get over it.

Upon reflection, I think that’s likely wrong.

I think the men “like that”, however, are already married to someone else or they are gay and living with their mothers or they’ve been so fucked over by one of Westika’s bitches that they never again want to go out on another date, ever.

Or maybe they are just in hiding and can’t be found.

I add that last one because I think a lot of women are hiding and can’t be found.  I think they get into their mother role raising children or career woman hard charging at a job and they forget about a social life.  They are home, at work or with the kids (garden, horses, whatever).  Maybe they go to church, but picking up women at church seems as problematic as picking up women in bars.

Just guessing, there are also guys like that.  Perfectly ordinary but stand up guys, but they just don’t know what to do and they never go anyplace they can meet a teriffic woman.

Thus, the internet, but it’s so full of the posers and desperate, it’s a needle in a haystack.  Many of the good ones, both sexes, are even hidden on the ‘net.  Sad.

 All of us want love and many of us want to love someone else even more.  And, we can’t seem to get together and be happy. 

Well, let the games begin.  The Divine Comedy. 

Working on mysteries without any clues

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One thought on “Moderating a stance …

  1. westika

    “or they’ve been so fucked over by one of Westika’s bitches that they never again want to go out on another date, ever.”

    a fuckin men. and why is it that me saying that, and feeling sad for him because of that, probably pisses him off? whatever. i’ve got two years of 20s left and I’m freeing myself from older-than-me obligation, especially those that offer no return.

    it’s true, though. we can so easily pick out reasons that this can’t be the guy/girl (because I met him online, b-c I met him at a bar, b-c he’s twice my age, etc.) that we hide behind our own defenses (he won’t really want me b-c he met me online, b-c he met me in a bar, because I’m half his age).

    I hope this makes sense. I’m a little drunk at a WiFi bar by myself on 6th Street in Austin. But I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I mean I could go talk to that guy in a suit at the bar, but then I’d be meeting him in a bar…

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