men

How men treat women versus men

If you’re a male reader, have you ever wondered what its like to have a man be interested in you, try to charm you, and eventually be in a relationship with you? Is it something that differs from the male perspective? I can’t imagine it would be the same, and try as I may to understand the dynamics of my female friends relationships, I feel at a loss and like I’m missing something.

Its true that I relate more, and conduct a thought process very similar to women but since I have little to no experience in the male world, I haven’t really had the opportunity to compare or form a synthesis of information.

Are men more patient with women? Do they treat them respectfully? Do they alter their habits to conform? Do they charm their way into a woman’s life? Do they touch differently or have different physical needs? Fob they nurture or assist the natural nurturing intuition of women or do they just protect?

As I’m sitting on one of my morning busses the thought came to me, and it suddenly grew into a philosophical question. So; what do we think?

Eyes wide… skank!

A few days ago I did something that was very out of character: I had some fun. A friend of mine, Kate, was kind enough to invite me over to her humble abode for a lovely evening of talking and movies. Despite the fact that I’m painfully awkward and completely unable to drink beer, and thus quenched my thirst with water, we had a good time.

What is so strange about this and why am I posting? Well for starters around 9pm something started to happen and it got kind of trippy. Kate’s mobile phone started to buzz and vibrate all over the place. She was receiving sms’! Now, this isn’t a strange thing of course because Kate is a beautiful woman, and very popular should I mention! The shocker was actually the content of the messages that she was receiving.

I found myself so amused and disgusted all at the same time, that I had to take photographs of them:

Gaging and bendingHawtness

She was kind enough to show me what the, obviously the bonehead type, guys were writing. I was shocked an appalled. Sure I’m a twenty-something year old, but with such explicit and painfully disgusting requests such as these, I wasn’t sure how to act except laugh and take photos.

It got so hot and steamy that the guys actually couldn’t take it anymore and had to call. I suppose they got so wet in their pants that they had to do something other than have ‘quality time’ in their public places. The phone conversations were highly amusing and clearly drunken; but it really got me thinking…

My sms history is so PG that it would make a perfect little 13 year old girl look like a skank. Kate can vouch for this… I also was thinking that these guys are disgusting… I also thought that these disgustingly explicit and highly uncharming men are totally beneath me in the class department; suck it DUDES!

So yes, that’s my skanky escapades, and no matter how tame it actually is in comparison to what others do, it’s pretty scandalous for me. I’m still innocent; my virtue in tact, and despite Kate making a mission of corrupting me; it’s soo never going to happen.

Words to live by

“Find a guy who calls you handsome instead of hot,
Who calls you back when you hang up on him,
Who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat or,
Will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,
Who wants to show you off to the world when you’re in sweats,
Who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you.
He’s the guy who turns to his friends and says, ‘That’s The One!'”

Simply put; brilliant. If only, right…?!