LJ_Reloaded
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You know, like women tell nice guys to shut the fuck up and stop whining?
If you run into a woman like this - and there are plenty of them, which is why "Sex in the City" was so popular- then leave her in the friendzone until she checks her ignorance.
Tell her the same thing women tell men who say nice guys finish last - if she can't find any "good guys" it's probably because she's not a good woman.
Stop coddling women. Start being as hard on them as they are on men. After all women are tougher than men now, they can handle it!!! Er, except when they can't...
http://totalsororitymove.com/where-have-all-the-good-men-gone/
If you run into a woman like this - and there are plenty of them, which is why "Sex in the City" was so popular- then leave her in the friendzone until she checks her ignorance.
Tell her the same thing women tell men who say nice guys finish last - if she can't find any "good guys" it's probably because she's not a good woman.
Stop coddling women. Start being as hard on them as they are on men. After all women are tougher than men now, they can handle it!!! Er, except when they can't...
http://totalsororitymove.com/where-have-all-the-good-men-gone/
In the “Sex and The City” movie, hopeless romantic Carrie Bradshaw reads “Love Letters of Great Men” while in bed with Mr. Big. He mocks the book, but she reads, starry-eyed from the book that contains love letters from history’s favorite men.
Like Ms. Bradshaw, I wanted to find love in an incredibly hopeless place, so I bought the book. After spending $14.54 on Amazon.com, I read “Love Letters of Great Men” by Ursula Doyle. What a clever babe, creating a book that wasn’t real so that we could all read exactly what Carrie reads. As I was reading, I received a text from my man of the week. It said “Good nite. Talk to u tomor.” No really, that’s EXACTLY what it said. Did he fall asleep as he was spelling out the word “tomorrow”? Does he think that is the correct spelling for “night”?
At what point did men become so lazy that they transitioned from “A thousand torments dwell about me! Yet who would live to live without thee?” to “Good nite”? At what point did women accept these lesser declarations of love? Maybe it was the invention of the typewriter or the read receipt. Someone must be blamed for this.