No sh*t, there I was...  

DeepSeaDawg81 35M
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10/19/2005 6:08 pm

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No sh*t, there I was...


... barreling up I-5, this morning at all of 10 mph, and I start to ponder, as I often do, when surrounded by semi-trucks and nowhere to go in any big hurry for about 30-45 mn: Why do I bother with females, at all?!
Females, in general are the most fickle, double-talking, shadiest, perplexing and compleetly fustrateing species on the planet! My favorite example is that magic catch-all, clasic phrase: "Looks arn't important." WRONG!!! What she really means is: "Looks are most defenately the first thing i'm worried about!" The best part about it is that females (in my experiance) have the general impression that the simple fact that they have a vagina, entitles them to make any demands they want... nomatter how unrealistic they may be.
I'm a very realistic individual. When i'm out, looking for a mate, I'm not out searching for those supermodel, anerexia-poster-children, blond hair, blue eyes vally-girls, for several reasons. First-off; I simply do not find them attractive. For a couple reasons, but I won't bore you with that, right now.
Seccondly; ... well I'll be blaitantly honest: I'm an ugly, ugly man! I mean: I'm not eliphant-man ugly, but i'm certainly not attractive. I understand and accept that. Furthermore, I realize that I have absolutely no hope of getting anything from Ms. MarySue prom-queen, over there. Better to focus my attention on little JanePar, over ther, in the corner, all by her lonesome, cus everyone else is up thier trying to one-up each other, over MarySue.
I was raised with the impression that a realistic point of vieuw and relatively coherant conversation skills will get you anywhere you want to go, with any normal, reasonably intelegent female.... I'm quickly learning, the hard way, that it is not so.
Therefore, in rebute, I have presented myself thusly: "No frills, no gimics. No promises or altimata. Just a riverdog and his shlong. If you want more than that, thier are probably a couple dozzen guys, at the local pub, tonight, just waiting for a chance to fill your head with empty promises and blaitant lies... but hey: Whatever floats yer boat, lass."

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