Well we’ve all seen the film (I’m guessing!?), but what can be said for when the shoe’s on the other foot? He’s Just Not That Into You tells the tale of Gigi, a single woman in her twenties (?!) desperately looking for love. So desperate in fact that she reads every ‘sign’ wrong and humiliates herself in several ways when assuming men are into her, when they’re not. Boohoo, sad story.
I suppose it’s part true for a lot of women that when they want someone to want them, they piece together the miniscule moments they have shared together – text messages, a drink at the bar…etc, and they run wild with it hoping it all means this poor lad is hopelessly in love with her. This ultimately ends in tears when the fantasy becomes reality and they find out no such love affair has or will ever take place.
What about men though? I can’t speak for them as I am evidently not one but I do find it hillllariousss that some men are so sure of themselves and assume their game is so on point that they can just tell when a woman is head over heels for them. Sorry to be the one to tell you guys, but… she’s probably just not that into you either.
These are the types of scenarios that get guys feeling some type of way because they ASSUME women are into them or catching feelings.
#She Texts You First: Look, the guy she really wants is ignoring her and she’s bored at home watching Hollyoaks so she decides to text you as it’s guaranteed you’ll reply. Haven’t you noticed that all she does is text you? She hasn’t asked you out, she hasn’t slept with you, mate…she hasn’t even asked what your job is. She don’t care.
#You Sleep Together: Yes yes, I know women do get attached easier than men and it is usually through sex, BUT, that doesn’t mean every female you sleep with is wanting your hand in marriage. She only likes your face and the fact you occupy her when she needs it – why you making a big deal of it? Haven’t you noticed that when (and only when) you start getting shook and back away because you think she just musssst be falling for you, that’s when they start getting annoyed? Not annoyed because they want you, but annoyed because you’re acting like a child. Do not tell a woman how she feels – unless you want 3 essays before 10:30AM.
#She Opens Up To You: When you sit down and talk to a woman, the conversation can go from 0-100 real quick. You can merely talk about the weather or somehow end up talking about life and love, feelings and future plans. It’s nice to talk on a level with someone where the conversation has some depth and soul to it. you’re still friendzoned though. You’re that guy she knows she can waffle to. She doesn’t want to carry out any of these future plans with you. Maybe your mate though. Maybe she’s hinting that she needs you to have a word and maybe slip you a 20 to set her up? Awk.
#She Wants your Attention: More time women go on this long winded journey to try and get a males attention, just to do nothing with it. It soothes the ego to know that someone is willing to talk or give up their time for them. Women need to feel attractive and desired, so they will play little games to see if you’re willing to comply.
This might make you guys think women are ridiculous and yeah, we are. but so are you. And we all play games whether we’re clever enough to know better or not. Unfortunately that’s how this generation has programmed us into thinking and being. Boohoo, sad story.
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‘Twas just this time, last year, I died.
I know I heard the Corn,
When I was carried by the Farms
It had the Tassels on
I thought how yellow it would look
When Richard went to mill
And then, I wanted to get out,
But something held my will.
I thought just how Red — Apples wedged
The Stubble’s joints between
And the Carts stooping round the fields
To take the Pumpkins in
I wondered which would miss me, least,
And when Thanksgiving, came,
If Father’d multiply the plates
To make an even Sum
And would it blur the Christmas glee
My Stocking hang too high
For any Santa Claus to reach
The Altitude of me
But this sort, grieved myself,
And so, I thought the other way,
How just this time, some perfect year
Themself, should come to me
Sometimes a Sexy Sunday is just spending time with your spouse, or partner. It doesn’t always have to include actual sex on a Sunday or any other day of the week.
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On the edge of insanity I spent many years wasting away and I cried many tears while my mind and body slipped into decay. I look back now and wonder how I am even alive, what watched over me during those desperate times? Was it an inner will power to survive or a guardian from out of our time?
I was a wasted away ghost of who I had been, a wisp of a woman whose grasp between reality and delusion had grown so very thin. Addiction is never to be taken lightly; and I took that statement to the hilt. I took my addiction to the place where you trade in your soul for just one more dose. I would have even sold your soul had you been in my proximity while you slept or behind your back. I was ashamed, I was lost and I was a monster.
To cope with these facts the monster I was became bigger until it swallowed me whole, until I fell into the beasts arms with an abandon and I thought I had forgone all hope. Everyday I sunk deeper and had to do more drugs to dull the feelings within me; guilt, shame, hatred, fear, and rage. Every now and then through the haze when I let down my guard I heard a voice…Get out , you don’t belong here! Your gonna die if you don’t run away from this! You are not this person!!! I thought what the hell and got higher in a desperate attempt to kill that needling ghost. I was so precariously perched on the edge of no return that I sometimes wished for it to end, for that final push overboard into the abyss of my ever growing addiction.
Suddenly and out of the blue one day through the fog, through the chaos and commotion of what I had let my life become I realized that the choice was mine, NOT MY ADDICTIONS. I had to get out of the pattern of denial and start looking at the root of the problem, start to hold accountable the only person rsponsible for my choices and behaviors…ME. That my friends is the day I began to heal, the very day I took the first step in beating the pattern of addiction, the day I saved my life.
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