Men are funny.
There had been a few times when I was actually wishing I was a lesbian.
So that I don't have to deal with emotional, dunno what they want, confused MEN.
Seriously, if you men think that we are pushing you to the edge, let me assure you, you men are not the only ones.
But again seriously, I am honestly not your normal type of woman. I would not nag and contrary to what a certain person thought of me recently, I do not NEED a guy to ‘berkepit with me 24-7’.
C’mon dude, I need space to breath. I have my own life and attractive men to ogle at – lah!
But when you are in a relationship (or kind of – ish), you would need some sort of assurance, and meeting the family is not one of it.
For a starter, calling me and telling me that you are not able to meet up before I check is one. There is also the natural need to find out if I am dead or alive by at least SMS-ing me once a day, and the returning of calls when you are not able to pick it up at the time of the call.
Owh yeah... and isn’t it natural as well for you to at least call on the person that you are sort of in a relationship with at least once a day?
That was what most of my other relationships’ (sort-ish) are like.
Then again I could be wrong. Maybe I am just missing the point. Or maybe I was getting used to all the guilt that was put on me when I was confused about something.
At least until I realised that staying on, made me feel unhappy, because I was accused of not being understanding of the man’s work and ‘habits’ or so called.
Which was never the case. And I know I was right, but the man would never know he was wrong would he?
One fine day I just pulled out the plug and decided to stop, surrender. I wished him well.
I never got the chance to know the man better, and he never had the chance to know me.
But the objective of having a relationship is simple, and how I would put it in plain English is;
And I was not having it then.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Men are funny.