Men 2.
To follow up on the previous post - no one special at all, is the answer to Mr. Fabulous' question. It irks me though because it's happened to all of us, and my friend and I were talking about it a few days ago, trying to figure out the rationale. We guessed that it's just part of the game - but we concluded that we don't like playing games.
I supposedly have a date this weekend. Normally I would be all up in arms about it- will he call? What if he doesn't call? What should I wear? Do I need to wear heels?? But he's played the game and so now instead of being excited, I'm anticipating a non-event. Problem? Not if you plan on meeting up with a bunch of old friends from Queens, and some new ones from Brazil!
So those are my 2 cents about men.
I supposedly have a date this weekend. Normally I would be all up in arms about it- will he call? What if he doesn't call? What should I wear? Do I need to wear heels?? But he's played the game and so now instead of being excited, I'm anticipating a non-event. Problem? Not if you plan on meeting up with a bunch of old friends from Queens, and some new ones from Brazil!
So those are my 2 cents about men.
posted by Jeanne at 7:18 PM
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Who said we don't like playing games? okay, here is the truth. We all say we don't like playing games, but what is the reality of it? We love it, because in this world of uncertainties, playing games allow us to be in control when otherwise, all we can do is wait. We play games because it makes us powerful, and believe me, we all, to some degree, have this God complex.
We know we're "not suppose" to play games, but when do we ever do things that we're "not suppose" to do, short of killing somebody?
So the answer to your entry(s), men are mindless pigs, we love playing games and Howard is God. There, I've said it.
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