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Why is it so easy...

to totally hate men?

I'm almost hoping that upon reading the first line, you immediately rolled your eyes or said something like "ah geez" under your breath.
I know.
This does not come from a bitter, I just got dumped kind of place, quite the contrary. I am actually quite pleased with the male suitor in my life. In fact I'll let ya in on a little secret, I'm on the LOVE train. This is a great thing to remind me of when I'm in my dark place...listening to Fiona Apple and painting my nails a shade of deep purple.

I bring this up because I am overwhelmed with how true I STILL find this statement. I found myself texting a girlfriend (a like minded one) yesterday...
"Hey wanna meet up for lunch and talk about how we hate men?"
Her reply...
"Sure."
While the end of our lunch date did NOT leave us settling on the idea of storming out on our men and becoming life partners, we did discuss how frustrating we find dealing with males to be!

Throughout most of the last 5 years (I say "most" because there were a few DB's that reminded me), I've forgotten about this fact often. Some might say that having a wonderful boyfriend should change your view on men, yea okay. True. There are some Saraland "truths" that have become "falses" thanks to this great man, but his very existence ALSO reminds me of how interacting with the male species can be so IRRITATING! It's nothing personal toward my boo (incorrect spelling purposeful), he is no doubt the cream of the crop, and due to the fact that he was born in the 70's, has me picking up on ridiculous sayings like...cream of the crop. However, his mere two Y chromosomes make...me...CRAZY! How can such a level headed woman turn psycho so easily?! Note: My psycho-ness is often stuck in the confines of my own head, for the sake of the world. It's crazy making. Who really cares if the tone in someones voice was less than joyful? Apparently, if I love you...and you're a male...I do. Great. So glad to be emotionally invested. What a joy.

Love: So Euphoric

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Rowdy said…
i was born in the 70's....... =)
June 11, 2010 at 12:35 PM
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