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If you aren’t the woman I think you are, then this isn’t the world I thought it was.
Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
Oscar Wilde
Women who think they deserve “special treatment”.
- Rashad: Guys our age are insecure as fuck. Immature as well. Girls don't mature "faster", guys just don't mature.
I’m sorry, but it’s true. Actually, I’m not sorry, that was just an expression. No woman will ever be able to replace your mother. She’s the one who brought you into this world, and she can take you back out of it at any second. Depending on her mental state, that can be interpreted literally as well as figuratively.
Being a gentleman begins with treating the first woman you’ll ever love — your mother, with the utmost respect. After you’ve got that handled, everything else falls into place.
Show me a woman who can drive well, and I’ll show you a man.
LMFAO
Show me a woman who can drive well, and I’ll show you a man.
Talking vaginas, that is what they are.
Daniel, on half of the girls we know.
Never get on your knee(s) for a woman, ever. If a man got on his knee to propose to me, I’d slap him across his face; I could never respect him. You are a man, don’t you ever be subjugated by a woman.
My Mother
Women aren’t stereotypical bad drivers…
They just tend to be inconsiderate. Very much so. Even with pedestrians. I can’t cross a parking lot without the constant fear of impending doom. Albeit, some are complete idiots:
Who the fuck drives with their legs up on their dash at 90MPH while on the phone? But it isn’t like men can’t be cunts either.
Teen Angst
- Daniel: Best quote ever, "There is no pain greater than being a teenager in love."
- Rashad: Yeah, I've been telling myself that for years. I think it's the fact that high school is over that makes us either want to find something to latch onto, or be entirely free. There is no middle ground anymore.
- Daniel: There is NO middle ground at all ;[.
- Rashad: Freshman year was for experimenting and learning, sophomore year was for screwing around, junior year was for getting hurt. Senior year is a constant struggle between mutual addiction and autonomy; the latter tends to prevail. Then there's the daring few, much like ourselves, who attempt to change that.
- Daniel: Wow, that was a perfect explanation... of my high school experience. We either succeed or dramatically fail. I'm the latter, you're the former.
- Rashad: Don't be too quick to count me in. All women do is suck; they're either sucking on our livelihood, our wallets, or our dicks to get to the first two. Then there's the select bunch that don't fit the stereotype, and you meet them, and they're wonderful. But they somehow manage to meet the first criteria, and you're left wallowing with nothing more than blueballs and a lot of cash.
- Daniel: Write a book please. This shit hurts to read, by the way.
- Rashad: You're co-authoring after we fuck shit up together next week. I'd employ the phrase, "paint the world blue," but after making the aforementioned reference, it'd send a mixed message.
Yup.
The Four Girls in a Guy’s Life
Okay, well, there’s going to be more if you’re a slut, but let’s get to that later.
- The Mom. Your mother (note: parts of this can apply to your older sister if you have one). She’s the one you’ll always love the most, no matter what you say or think. The one you’ll do anything for, because you know she’s done and will continue to do the same. You can’t stand seeing her cry, and will make sure she’s never sad. When she’s sick, you won’t let her lift a finger. Most importantly, you’re never afraid to choke a bitch (even if it’s your father) that gets in the way of her happiness. You’ll do anything she asks you to do unless it’s to clean your room. And no matter how much she gets on your nerves, she’s your mother. Love her.
- The Best Friend. The closest thing on earth to your mother (granted that your relationship with your mother is healthy). Not in terms of nurturing and other motherly attributes, but personality-wise. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve known her for, you’ll know when she’s your best friend. The one you trust with everything that is you. You’ll talk to her for hours on end about things that would ordinarily make no sense to anyone else, but you two seem to have an understanding of it. She’ll text you in the middle of the night because she can’t sleep, and instead of getting angry you’ll smile because you saw her name. You want her to be happy above all else. You’ll make it your business to destroy anyone that hurts her. You can’t stand seeing her sad, and you can’t live with yourself if you’re the reason. You’d rather remove yourself from the equation. She’s always going to be the most important girl you associate yourself with. You need her more than she needs you, and that scares you. Keep her.
- The Others. They range from acquaintances to really good friends that you enjoy spending time with and talking to. Some will come and go, some will stand by you. You’ll probably end up dating a few (too many), breaking some hearts and end up not talking to them in the long run. Your good friends will be there though, and they’re important to you. Enjoy them.
- The One. No matter how resilient you are, how venerable your “game” is, you end up falling one day. Falling hard. You don’t see it coming, and chances are the day prior, you’d never expect it to be due to her. You’ll try to suppress the feelings but they’ll just continue to build up inside of you. You fell for her because of her, not because of what she looks like. That’s how you know it’s real. You may have known her for years, may have met her a few months back, or may not have met her yet. She can be anyone on this list, except for your mother or sister of course. She scares you. Not because she intimidates you, because she doesn’t. She scares you because you let her in, because she can break you. She scares you because chances are, she hasn’t fallen for you just yet, but in her palm resides your heart. She’ll caress it with every word she articulates, with every action she makes. But you know, at any given time, she can tear it to shreds in all of her finesse. Take your time with her, and don’t fuck it up. Because then she’ll just be the one that got away.
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