Men are from Earph, women are from Venus

Okay, okay. I'm not gonna act like being a man keeps me immune to the mind-boggling "Whys" that women convey to me. I understand that being a man, we are constant ridiculed and rhetorically questioned on many accounts. So now it's time for the tables to turn. It probably won't last, but we'll try anyway huh? Good. Just a few different scenario; they all pretty much carry the same message.....why.

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Why don't women understand the phenom of reneging; not with spades. Why is it that a woman's true intentions (making a cat wife her up--i.e.) are completely contrary to the agreed and understood foundation of the relationship that was gradually built?

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Why is it that so many women finally get attention from a new guy, and in turn they don't know how to handle it? From that point on you can't get her to shutup about ole dude. Put his sack down! Also, what's up with jumping the gun, heading to the downtown courthouse and getting married?

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Why can a women be a part of a multi-year relationship, and so "in love". The relationship fails, and before you know it (give a year), ole girl is engaged/married to some other cat?

These are not necessarily the top three most important. They are the three scenarios men most frequently run into. Sad, weird, and funny all at the same time. How many women should we let intrigue us with this questions before proceeding with an interrogative outburst? Ten? Nah, one more; eleven. Man law?........"MAN LAW! (in unison)"

Superlatives: Most Lonely Moments. ":-("

I cannot pinpoint one precise memory of being lonely, but I had some lonely times in general. The exception is my family. My family has always been my "Cheers". Everybody knew my name (duh) and was always glad I was around. I always felt loved, thought of, and appreciated. However, with my peers, this was not the case. Elementary school was the worst! Kids are so mean...bastards! Growing up, I had an extreme case of strabismis aka "lazy eye". The thought of it brings about a depressing connotation. That's why I never mention it. From birth to age thirteen, I had six surgeries--ugh; terrible, just terrible. I still have the scars on my eyeballs. What's almost worse is the tough position that put my parents in, because growing up, I knew something was wrong because I had all those surgeries. I just didn't know what. So I know my parents dreaded the day that I would come home from the first day at school asking them, "Mom? Dad? What does cross-eyed and cock-eyed mean?" Like I say, kids are mean. I got teased, and I mean teased HARD all through elementary. Not only that, I was a really bright kid aka nerd to everyone else. Needless to say, being smart was no cooler back in the day than it is in the present. Most people wouldn't think I used to be in that position, but yep. Somebody even told me today, they bet I was a preppy, stuck up kid. Quite the contrary. Between my eyes, my smarts, and the way I dressed (I wore Buddies--Buddies being no-name brand clothes), I was in somewhat of an isolation during the ages five to twelve, but luckily I was blessed with a wonderful family that served as my place of refuge and gave me a definition. Here's a quick narrative that shows how ignorant some people were: there was this girl who I had a huge crush on in elementary. My mom had grown these beautiful, huge red roses. Do you know I cut one of them badboys and brought it to this chick?! "I'm probably gone get in trouble for this, but I wanted you to have this _____". This broad responded with, "I don't want that!" She left me cold in my tracks in the hallway in front of everybody. Ignorant! Naw, better yet, that's just ignint.

Superlatives: Most Embarrassing Moment. "Wanna Get Away?"

In the midst of UMSL's boring campus, over the past few years, their renovations have a few spotlights. The Millenium Center, The Pilot House, and the infamous Fireside Lounge. It was my freshman year 2001. I had just taken an exam in Chemistry and had an Honors Literature exam a few hours later. I decided to get a bite to eat and sit in the Fireside Lounge. I mean this lounge is off the chain! All leather loveseats and chairs, sound proof doors, large windows, double sided fireplace...perfect place of refuge for tired students. As I sat and ate my lunch, I realized that I missed the shuttle, and the next was not due to arrive for another 25 minutes. As a result, I decided to take a little nap, and it was nyce. Here's where the story takes an interesting turn: see I can't remember what I had to eat for lunch. Obviously, it was something I shouldn't have eaten because I awoke to the sound of myself letting out a disgustingly loud fart. It lasted like 4 seconds it was so trifflin'. I didn't try to. It just happened; lol. Wouldn't you know it? When I opened my eyes, every seat in that lounge was filled with students--nobody I recognized (thank God), but that's besides the point. I sat there for a few moments acting as if I was reading my book the entire time. I figured they'd think if I appeared awake the entire time, nobody in their right mind would just let one rip like that. Doubt it worked, because I had people next to me and directly across from me. So with that, I left half lmao and half blushing with embarrassment as everyone else peered at me through the corners of their eyes. :-(

The Idle Mind

Sometimes I have to remind myself why I'm single. And nah, I'm not on that whole emotional-void-type-thing, so instead of settling for a relationship itself, it would still be pretty nice to relate to a woman period these days. Right now I'm single because I refuse to put my own happiness in jeopardy while seeking emotional fulfillment with someone who doesn't impress me. That's cool for now because I'm trying to get my own ish together and secure my future. I have to tell myself that over and over also; lol. Having an idle mind, that is, not tangled up within the web of emotion, has got me in a compromising situation. The position I'm in right now is where most cats become hoes. I'm not really on that tip personally, and metamorphosising into a hoe is an extreme anyway. However, it's just the fact that some things just don't feel right if I'm not really feeling the person. So many things come into question and compel me to become more comfortable being single if that's what I'm going to do. The idle mind is the devil's playground, plus I'm one of those cats that doesn't like to do something for nothing. So I'll continue to date, kick it, and have fun, but I'm no longer going to continue playing a broken record simply because I'm bored. Things can always change, but for right now, since I can't have who I want and I'm otherwise unimpressed, this is how it has to be. It's a really mature move to make. Like I say, most cats are too weak to do it; and what's sad is: most women will still in the end have no more respect for that guy who can do this versus the cat who said, "f-it, I got a reason to manipulate, stay occupied, and/or have all the ass I want".