Let me tell you. I am so fucking tired of double standards. I went to an all women's college and that shit won't get past me. I'm not trying to date anyone right now, and if you're a guy and I'm hanging out with you and it's really nothing serious, then what the fuck business is it of yours who I sleep with?! I heard twice today from two different people and in so many roundabout words that I've been "arbitrary" with the people I've slept with. I also heard this morning "If I was as attractive as you are, I'd probably sleep around too." WTF?!
A) Fuck you.
B) What the fuck does that have to do with you?
C) Like you haven't gotten your dick sucked by more girls than people I've fucked
D) I can still count on one hand the people I've been with--3 were in a serious relationship and 2 were in hopes of possibly having a relationship--last time I checked, I've heard you fucked two of the mothers in your development and your count is probably past 60 by now, considering I was something like #57 and that was 2 years ago.
I call bullshit.
My best friend went through a bit of confusion that lasted a little more than a year, I think, and I don't judge her for that. She's not a whore. She is more than the sum of the people she's slept with. As everyone is. And I'm going through a little bit of emotional confusion, considering I haven't been single since I've dated three guys back-to-back for a combined 8 years. I'm trying to figure out how this shit is supposed to go, and how I'm supposed to feel about a ton of loose ends. I don't know how I feel about anything right now. I'd love to be in a relationship, but I'd be doing myself and the person I'd try to date a huge disservice by jumping into anything right now. I'm simply not emotionally equipped for it at the moment.
Oh, I also heard that I'm "not marriage material" based on my disdain for titles and roles that women take on like "wife" and "mother" because when I hear "husband and wife" I hear "husband THEN wife". I feel the sting of its connotations of inferiority. This came up at dinner when I mentioned my jealousy of this marvelous writer I went to college with, and how she's married now and living in New Mexico. I said that seemed like a huge waste because she could be book touring or enjoying the success of her writing for herself. Women spend so much time worrying about how guys view them with such unreal expectations as human beings; like being completely chaste and "waiting" for some ideal guy, or giving so selflessly of themselves to their needy ass husbands/children.
I'm not saying I don't believe in the domestic life. I mean, if someone treats the me way that fits me, then I'd do anything for them, and I'm sweet and caring and selfless without trying, but to sacrifice yourself and your success at the hands of the expectations of a role placed upon you by someone else whose expectations are completely unrealistic is so incredibly stupid...and a waste of your own personal potential.
I know this probably sounds, well, awful, but I don't care. I call bullshit. And people need to step up to MY expectations because it's really not that hard to make me happy.
A) Fuck you.
B) What the fuck does that have to do with you?
C) Like you haven't gotten your dick sucked by more girls than people I've fucked
D) I can still count on one hand the people I've been with--3 were in a serious relationship and 2 were in hopes of possibly having a relationship--last time I checked, I've heard you fucked two of the mothers in your development and your count is probably past 60 by now, considering I was something like #57 and that was 2 years ago.
I call bullshit.
My best friend went through a bit of confusion that lasted a little more than a year, I think, and I don't judge her for that. She's not a whore. She is more than the sum of the people she's slept with. As everyone is. And I'm going through a little bit of emotional confusion, considering I haven't been single since I've dated three guys back-to-back for a combined 8 years. I'm trying to figure out how this shit is supposed to go, and how I'm supposed to feel about a ton of loose ends. I don't know how I feel about anything right now. I'd love to be in a relationship, but I'd be doing myself and the person I'd try to date a huge disservice by jumping into anything right now. I'm simply not emotionally equipped for it at the moment.
Oh, I also heard that I'm "not marriage material" based on my disdain for titles and roles that women take on like "wife" and "mother" because when I hear "husband and wife" I hear "husband THEN wife". I feel the sting of its connotations of inferiority. This came up at dinner when I mentioned my jealousy of this marvelous writer I went to college with, and how she's married now and living in New Mexico. I said that seemed like a huge waste because she could be book touring or enjoying the success of her writing for herself. Women spend so much time worrying about how guys view them with such unreal expectations as human beings; like being completely chaste and "waiting" for some ideal guy, or giving so selflessly of themselves to their needy ass husbands/children.
I'm not saying I don't believe in the domestic life. I mean, if someone treats the me way that fits me, then I'd do anything for them, and I'm sweet and caring and selfless without trying, but to sacrifice yourself and your success at the hands of the expectations of a role placed upon you by someone else whose expectations are completely unrealistic is so incredibly stupid...and a waste of your own personal potential.
I know this probably sounds, well, awful, but I don't care. I call bullshit. And people need to step up to MY expectations because it's really not that hard to make me happy.
I'm on your side.
First - Throw away the dust jacket. Second "you have to read the book" . Then get involved.