SummerMorning
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It is. It really is. It's not just a rhyme. It's a rhythm. A weird, deep pulsation, or whatever. A seven mile snake. Dead indians and the whole shebang. A bit of a rant as well. So if you've waded through this extroduction, please ... proceed:
What in blazes is it with women? After I finally end a relationship that turned toxic. After I decide to have nothing to do with women for a while. After I contemplate going into a monastery for a while. After I resume working and studying more seriously. After all that. And not much after all that. More like a week after all that.
Anyway, I suddenly have three women after me. I mean, is there some kind of weird radio or ultrasound or pheromone signal I'm giving off? Something like, "seriously not damned interested in fucking your brains out or having a relationship, just being my happy go lucky self." Is this some kind of drug for women? I mean, I seriously find it bizarre.
Wouldn't you? Seriously. Imagine. You decide to have some quiet time for yourself. And wham, before you know it you have three women writing flirtatious messages to you and dragging you into bed. Either I'm seriously good ... or what I do not know*. Come on, explain this message: "Hope you're coming round tomorrow evening. Good night. Kisses." And how did I get to deserve that? I helped her out with some computer biz, listened to her a bit and then didn't call her. Hristos.
It seriously seems to me, that the less I try to have anything to do with women, the more they're attracted to me. Could this actually be true?
And the conclusion: So you see, I'm actually boasting my ass off.
*although there was that unexplained incident with two med students. At the same time. But that wasn't my fault either.
What in blazes is it with women? After I finally end a relationship that turned toxic. After I decide to have nothing to do with women for a while. After I contemplate going into a monastery for a while. After I resume working and studying more seriously. After all that. And not much after all that. More like a week after all that.
Anyway, I suddenly have three women after me. I mean, is there some kind of weird radio or ultrasound or pheromone signal I'm giving off? Something like, "seriously not damned interested in fucking your brains out or having a relationship, just being my happy go lucky self." Is this some kind of drug for women? I mean, I seriously find it bizarre.
Wouldn't you? Seriously. Imagine. You decide to have some quiet time for yourself. And wham, before you know it you have three women writing flirtatious messages to you and dragging you into bed. Either I'm seriously good ... or what I do not know*. Come on, explain this message: "Hope you're coming round tomorrow evening. Good night. Kisses." And how did I get to deserve that? I helped her out with some computer biz, listened to her a bit and then didn't call her. Hristos.
It seriously seems to me, that the less I try to have anything to do with women, the more they're attracted to me. Could this actually be true?
And the conclusion: So you see, I'm actually boasting my ass off.
*although there was that unexplained incident with two med students. At the same time. But that wasn't my fault either.