Now this rant is about a friend of mine, that has some very perculiar traits and habits that in all honesting I have found them to be highly disturbing. These are just thoughts and ideas that I have messed with since our period together.
What is it about women that compel their ever curious minds the need to know how men feel about everything? And when it comes to bite them it all seems to our fualt and not theirs.
I dont know about you guys but worst thing in any relationship is the "CLAW." I know you have seen it or at least have it done to you. The CLAW is the holding of hands where the girl entangles her fingers in your hand and holds it till all your body's blood has pooled in your elbow. OKay it might not be that bad but my elbow hurts whenever this occurs, so you tell me. Me I am a social guy I know many ppl and can pretty much go anywhere and meet up with at least one person that I know and can talk to without awkwardness.
So here is one situation: In the mall I see a guy that I have known for about five years, I stop and the CLAW digs in and readies itself for the long winter period, or until I resume my walking pace. She is there I introduce her, cool right?
I get to hear how I never told her about this gentlmen and that I have recently developed all these hidden interest that I cannot seem to get to once I ditch her on the doorstep of her home. (The thought has occurred surprisingly a lot after these conversations, I dont know why though. )
Situation two: In the mall, again I hate shopping and she know this. (Tangent: But for some reason once we met she somehow got hit with a case of selective amnesia of all ability on how to operate a vehicle and needs to be driven to all present and future destinations.) The CLAW has been attached to my arm, and I see another girl that I have known for a while now. I stop and I am miraclously released from my human ball and chain. I continue my convo, long to say hi and bye, to come to the realization my friend has disappeared and gone off on her merry way. I go and look for her only to realize she is trying to avoid me. After about 15 minutes I give up, leave the store and walk to one that I might some interest in and starting looking around for a bit. She will return at this time and replace the human shackles that bound her to me till I drop her at home. Then I get to hear all about my flirtatious and scandalous rendevous at the mall with a girl who I mistakenly admitted to being pretty cute.
But yet somehow I am being selfish for ending our friendship, for the fact that she gave so much of herself to me.
What is it about women that compel their ever curious minds the need to know how men feel about everything? And when it comes to bite them it all seems to our fualt and not theirs.
I dont know about you guys but worst thing in any relationship is the "CLAW." I know you have seen it or at least have it done to you. The CLAW is the holding of hands where the girl entangles her fingers in your hand and holds it till all your body's blood has pooled in your elbow. OKay it might not be that bad but my elbow hurts whenever this occurs, so you tell me. Me I am a social guy I know many ppl and can pretty much go anywhere and meet up with at least one person that I know and can talk to without awkwardness.
So here is one situation: In the mall I see a guy that I have known for about five years, I stop and the CLAW digs in and readies itself for the long winter period, or until I resume my walking pace. She is there I introduce her, cool right?
I get to hear how I never told her about this gentlmen and that I have recently developed all these hidden interest that I cannot seem to get to once I ditch her on the doorstep of her home. (The thought has occurred surprisingly a lot after these conversations, I dont know why though. )Situation two: In the mall, again I hate shopping and she know this. (Tangent: But for some reason once we met she somehow got hit with a case of selective amnesia of all ability on how to operate a vehicle and needs to be driven to all present and future destinations.) The CLAW has been attached to my arm, and I see another girl that I have known for a while now. I stop and I am miraclously released from my human ball and chain. I continue my convo, long to say hi and bye, to come to the realization my friend has disappeared and gone off on her merry way. I go and look for her only to realize she is trying to avoid me.
After about 15 minutes I give up, leave the store and walk to one that I might some interest in and starting looking around for a bit. She will return at this time and replace the human shackles that bound her to me till I drop her at home. Then I get to hear all about my flirtatious and scandalous rendevous at the mall with a girl who I mistakenly admitted to being pretty cute. But yet somehow I am being selfish for ending our friendship, for the fact that she gave so much of herself to me.
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