sometimes they are too damn oblivious!! and then other times they know damn well what's going on and they play mindgames!! argh! stick to one extreme or the other haha but i love boys and all their crazyness :D ♥ ~Sam~
All of my exboyfriends/lovers/whatever, were incapable of telling me how they felt about me. It was amazing, like some mental block that stopped them from being able to articulate that, and, of course, they never understood why it was so frustrating to me.
i hate having to generalise men because I know (and, dammit, HOPE) in my heart of hearts that they're not all the same, but I can genuinely say, with my hand on my heart, that the men i've been platonically or sexually intimate with, and the men my friends have been platonically or sexually intimate, all share one thing in common. Pure, unadulterated, COWARDICE. Fear of confrontation, fear of the truth, fear of letting themselves be truly known...just cowardice. It's so fucking unattractive that I'm seriously considering becoming a full-on lesbian, instead of my current tentative bisexuality.
We have a lovely discussion about how girls lie all the time, and then they tell me they hooked up with a drunk British air hostess in a bar and they are telling me just in case I hear it somewhere, and then I ask who they think is going to tell me, and they think about it a minute and say, "no one, I just don't want you to ever feel like I'm hiding things from you." And then their brother and friends come over and I find out the real reason they told me was because their brother told his best friend, and they're afraid he's going to tell me. I don't care about the air hostess; I do care about the lie. He could have just said, "some of the kids coming over know, so it might come up," instead of trying to make it seem like he tells me everything because he loves me and wants to be completely open and honest always.
Dishonesty through omission. I CANT STAND THAT!!!!! I hate it when people leave parts of the story out to "spare someone's feelings" when it's something they have done that would obviously hurt another. That is trying to spare THEIR feelings because they knew the person wouldnt be happy with them about it! That's cowardly and weak! I guess any sort of dishonesty or cowardice really bothers me.
They can't admit when they are wrong. They don't know how to say "I'm sorry" or to mend rifts. They wait on the girl to do it. And 9 out of 10 times she will. Because if she doesn't, she will die waiting.
They will use you for as long as they can or want and when the next better thing/challenge/conquest comes along, they will drop you and not give a damn.
Women expect men to read minds and their super-personalized standards of subtlety. Men are wired for two things: Fighting & Fucking, period. Everything a guy does in life is about some off-shoot that stems from those two. Women? WHO THE FUCK KNOWS! There are too fucking many onion layers of subtlety for a guy to understand!
Scenario: People dressed in the same clothes at a party.
Guys: "Dude! Nice shirt!" "Ha! No shit!" "Yeah, hey! let me buy you a beer..."
Women: Thinking, "Who does that whore think she is? Let's see how she wears MY dress with a red-hot poker in her twat..." Not that a guy would ever ever pick up on that half-second glance.
Ladies, Don't use subtle hints on us. It's lost on us like lint on the surface of an in-flight 747 during a hurricane. You want us to stop being mean to your cat? Tell us, "Stop fucking with my cat or I'll cut your throat. Seriously." You want jewelry? Don't tell us, "Oh, I don't know. Surprise me!" because you'll get a pneumatic impact wrench with all the bells and whistles, or "The Best of World Cup Highlights: Volumes 1-13" wide-screen box set. Then you'll get even more pissed when he can't understand why you're upset. Tell us, "I want the goddamn Hope Diamond or the Star of fucking Africa; I don't care which one. Just so long as it's not an X-Box 360. I'm serious." Be brief and direct, and you shall own us lock, stock and barrel.
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Date: 2006-02-20 03:48 pm (UTC)Luckily I don't have that problem anymore :-)
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Date: 2006-02-20 04:33 pm (UTC)I am going to stop there before this becomes a laundry list of what I don't like!!!
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Date: 2006-02-20 04:37 pm (UTC)Pure, unadulterated, COWARDICE. Fear of confrontation, fear of the truth, fear of letting themselves be truly known...just cowardice. It's so fucking unattractive that I'm seriously considering becoming a full-on lesbian, instead of my current tentative bisexuality.
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Date: 2006-02-20 04:40 pm (UTC)Don't get me wrong.. I love me some mens... but..
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Date: 2006-02-21 07:29 pm (UTC)Scenario: People dressed in the same clothes at a party.
Guys:
"Dude! Nice shirt!"
"Ha! No shit!"
"Yeah, hey! let me buy you a beer..."
Women:
Thinking, "Who does that whore think she is? Let's see how she wears MY dress with a red-hot poker in her twat..." Not that a guy would ever ever pick up on that half-second glance.
Ladies, Don't use subtle hints on us. It's lost on us like lint on the surface of an in-flight 747 during a hurricane. You want us to stop being mean to your cat? Tell us, "Stop fucking with my cat or I'll cut your throat. Seriously." You want jewelry? Don't tell us, "Oh, I don't know. Surprise me!" because you'll get a pneumatic impact wrench with all the bells and whistles, or "The Best of World Cup Highlights: Volumes 1-13" wide-screen box set. Then you'll get even more pissed when he can't understand why you're upset. Tell us, "I want the goddamn Hope Diamond or the Star of fucking Africa; I don't care which one. Just so long as it's not an X-Box 360. I'm serious." Be brief and direct, and you shall own us lock, stock and barrel.
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