I’ve noticed a common trend with all the single girls I’ve been in contact with lately. All of them follow a pattern that I’ve been able to identify; whether it means I’m thinking too shallow or my choice of companion is lacking, I do not know.
After the initial answers in flirt to signal the start of an exchange of values, the girl retreats. Bang! They clam up into a shell, only responding to my pursue. I’ve seen enough of how bees & flowers gets realized in public to realize that a staggering proportion of males play out this game, blinded by the smell and sight of cookie kept just out of their reach.
My response to this type of girl is bound from deep within, asking, “Just who do you think you are, anyways?”
Maybe this is the reason why I can’t seem to make myself comfortable amongst women who I find any level of common interest with. The whole idea of love having so much back-breaking nonsense workload attached to the feeling of having someone to warm up your bed makes me ill from the inside. I’d write another commentary on how females act when I ignore them outright, but I may have to sit on that subject for a fortnight.
During the processing of this subject I realized the type of woman I’d be the most eager to fall in love with. I’d fall in love with a goddess who would become my muse. The one who enlightens my creativity, or mizzles into my undergrowth, or all that jazz. The one who makes me reach for the crazy, lunatic powers I’ve locked within. Whatever the looks or other characteristics of this woman are, I have no idea. The reason this person is a female come from the deeply bound teachings of modern civilization that are passed from one generation to another, not permitting any other choice in the face of a rejection of all that was correct and holy up until that point.
I am not happy with how things have turned out.
