She looked at me as if I was a crust of something left over from last week’s happy meal. Oh well, another fantastic night out dancing, or trying to dance. Either the floor is so damned crowded it’s more like light combat, or the women are on a “Forget it Jack!” and “dirty look” intimidation drill.
OK, movin’ on to the next invigorating skirmish. She was not bad lookin’, but surely one of the many “black widows” crawlin’ the local pubs – don’t wanna meet someone – just wanna have a little fun. “A little fun” is making some honest guy looking for a long-term lady feel a little pain; hey! You know what they say, “No pain – no gain”. Damn right! That’s why I sometimes endure the bar scene; I am obsessed with the need for therapeutic pain exercises administered by your normal, everyday ice queen.
Whoa!! Listen to me won’t ya. Sound a little vindictive? Well, er, yes it is, but more of a venting of hurt and frustration. I don’t hate women. Actually I am totally fanatic about women (an underlying subtle thing though), but I can’t believe the complexity of today’s social interplay.
I am perpetually perplexed about these attractive creatures who seem so much like humans, but at the most inopportune moments, start tipping over the tables and firing their pistols in the air. I swear that they have an underlying hatred for men. Now why would that ever be warranted? The grey matter stirs giving birth to a revolutionary idea. Could it possibly be that for as long as anyone can remember, men, overall, have made it a despicable sport to mistreat their women. Yes; their women – a possession thing, how unfortunate.
So, men mistreat women; women mistreat men. Where does it end? Where / when did it start? In other words, which came first? The foul, or that little white oval? Does it really matter? I doubt it because what counts is someone willing to risk behaving properly for a change. Risk? Damn right dudes, it’s risky! Now days it’s difficult to know what women really want. Many want a guy who’s sensitive and caring, but when he acts that way, they are suspect, or become contemptuous towards the “wimp”. They actually want a tougher opponent, but when they get the tougher opponent they are still unsatisfied. The dude’s then a jerk, “why can’t he be sensitive and caring like whatzhizname?”
So, sound off guys. If you’re enduring anything similar to my ignominious flame-outs, what evva should we do? Grab another brewskie and try it again. Right? Never-the-less, it’s a hell of a lot better than sitting at home listening to my neighbor’s dog yapping mindlessly at nothing!