So here the battle begins. In a previous journal I hinted at two particular women who liked to play games. I later found out they collect men like a child collects baseball cards. Not to sleep with them, cause then the men would win. But collect them like a coin collection never to be used. Just like kept away horses in a stable. Each with their own stalls. And rules, no, there are no rules. These woman J & T (just incase we need to reference them individually later) prey upon men in any way they can. They hunt us like a lion does a wounded buck. They entice us with their beauty, cause they both look incredible, and they know it. But thats not good enough for them. They prefer the hook to really sink into the meat of us fish, just a flesh wound isnt good enough.
After weeks and to some, months, the games are as present as they ever were. They've built confidence each day and have grown stronger than they were the previous. Men, not knowing what they're doing give out compliments in passing, not knowing the damage and deconstructive actions they have on the men attempting to sleigh these demons. Each day a man turns one of these imortals down, a victory flag is waved and a battle is won for the heroes that risk their emotional well being day in and day out. However, on a day where a simple passing of a phone number is exchanged, these woman win wars which heavily out-weight battles won.
And behold, our Moses has arrived. Ok, maybe not Moses, but our good soldier who will throw himself to the beast in hopes to satisfy her appetite. Even better, our Perseus (if your familiar with greek mythology). By the way, if your not, briefly look up who Perseus defeated. Anywho, I am your Perseus men. The beasts have become divided. Their pure strength has taken a blow with this division for strength lies in numbers. Yes, these two are still close, but the clear dominant beauty has left her friends side for only a moment, and I must strike now. The time is now, I will conqure Medussa (however this girl looks more like Natalie Portman with piercings and tats).
Ok, for real though. The story goes, I tried to date "J" for awhile, it lasted two weeks, and that was a year ago. Now present day, I've been passed off to her friend "T," which I dont mind by the way. Its unusual for friends to allow such an act, but I feel fairly confident I can stay on this bronco for 8 seconds. Sorry, its a rodeo annalogy. Anyways, yes, "T" plays games, but in the end, I know she's looking for a relationship. So Im not at a total disadvantage. "J" on the other hand has men eating from her hand and loves the attention. "T" will break, and I will break her. Ok, that sounds bad, but I will break her of her games. I just have to play some of my own. Im not much of a game player, but I was in high school. So maybe its just time to dust off the play books and see what Im working with. If she wants to play hard to get, I can give it a shot. By the way, if your still reading this and have any suggestions, feel free.
Anyways, this journal is way too long, I'll keep those who are loyal readers updated. Its been fun making this into a larger issue than it is. Thanks for reading as always.
After weeks and to some, months, the games are as present as they ever were. They've built confidence each day and have grown stronger than they were the previous. Men, not knowing what they're doing give out compliments in passing, not knowing the damage and deconstructive actions they have on the men attempting to sleigh these demons. Each day a man turns one of these imortals down, a victory flag is waved and a battle is won for the heroes that risk their emotional well being day in and day out. However, on a day where a simple passing of a phone number is exchanged, these woman win wars which heavily out-weight battles won.
And behold, our Moses has arrived. Ok, maybe not Moses, but our good soldier who will throw himself to the beast in hopes to satisfy her appetite. Even better, our Perseus (if your familiar with greek mythology). By the way, if your not, briefly look up who Perseus defeated. Anywho, I am your Perseus men. The beasts have become divided. Their pure strength has taken a blow with this division for strength lies in numbers. Yes, these two are still close, but the clear dominant beauty has left her friends side for only a moment, and I must strike now. The time is now, I will conqure Medussa (however this girl looks more like Natalie Portman with piercings and tats).
Ok, for real though. The story goes, I tried to date "J" for awhile, it lasted two weeks, and that was a year ago. Now present day, I've been passed off to her friend "T," which I dont mind by the way. Its unusual for friends to allow such an act, but I feel fairly confident I can stay on this bronco for 8 seconds. Sorry, its a rodeo annalogy. Anyways, yes, "T" plays games, but in the end, I know she's looking for a relationship. So Im not at a total disadvantage. "J" on the other hand has men eating from her hand and loves the attention. "T" will break, and I will break her. Ok, that sounds bad, but I will break her of her games. I just have to play some of my own. Im not much of a game player, but I was in high school. So maybe its just time to dust off the play books and see what Im working with. If she wants to play hard to get, I can give it a shot. By the way, if your still reading this and have any suggestions, feel free.
Anyways, this journal is way too long, I'll keep those who are loyal readers updated. Its been fun making this into a larger issue than it is. Thanks for reading as always.