Would you be wary of yourself?
I think I'd be wary of myself, if first impressions count. I'm afraid I'm capable of every LIAC-associated sin possible.
Women know how to screw someone up thoroughly, completely and often unabashedly. We know how to make you fall in love with us so entirely that you need us more than oxygen itself.
And that, I'm afraid, men, is where we want you. Right in the palm of our hands.
Not necessarily because we want to fuck you over, but because we don't want you to fuck us over. And even if you do, we're clever enough to turn the game around in the long run, and make you wish you hadn't fucked us over.
Women win, because we've seen it all before. Call it intuition, but we read every sign, and morph it into a game plan. We're secretly sly, so secretly that you'll think you're dealing with an angel, when in fact you're actually playing Poker with Beezelbub.
It's not that I've never been on the receiving end. But I can tell you that whenever I have been, I've known the score long before the final card was drawn, and I made that end more bitter through my own game plan.
Women know how to screw someone up thoroughly, completely and often unabashedly. We know how to make you fall in love with us so entirely that you need us more than oxygen itself.
And that, I'm afraid, men, is where we want you. Right in the palm of our hands.
Not necessarily because we want to fuck you over, but because we don't want you to fuck us over. And even if you do, we're clever enough to turn the game around in the long run, and make you wish you hadn't fucked us over.
Women win, because we've seen it all before. Call it intuition, but we read every sign, and morph it into a game plan. We're secretly sly, so secretly that you'll think you're dealing with an angel, when in fact you're actually playing Poker with Beezelbub.
It's not that I've never been on the receiving end. But I can tell you that whenever I have been, I've known the score long before the final card was drawn, and I made that end more bitter through my own game plan.
posted by A Girl Like Me | 6:31 pm
I knew it!
But seriously, what a load of cobblers. That stuff only works on stupid people. On both men and women. Neither can play each other off in these grand schemes. Love is too complicated and open-book for that.
I'm not wary of stuff like this. Can be spotted a mile off.
Too true. But, Juliet, who says I loved them? I can't control it when I love someone. When I don't, I can. Even when I do, I have some input. That's enough for me.
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Perhaps I jumped the gun then - sorry, I thought you were talking about when you're in love. I just automatically balked at all the spice girly crap.
I suppose I would be wary of myself too, then. Wouldn't we all be? As perfectly jaded cunts, don't we all effect defence through aggression now?
I have to agree with Duch here. If you have someone wrapped around your finger, where's the joy of pursuit?
Illegible, thanks a lot for making me realize that playing "hard to get" really will pay off in the long run.
Now let me go cunt someone...