Ladies: I am your man
Beautiful women out there – hear me now
Are looking for someone with whom you can share stories about your life experiences with? Someone you can discuss how the men in your life have all failed to meet your expectations, someone you can joke with about the dating game? Someone you can talk to as easily as writing in a diary? Someone who actually listens to you instead waiting for their turn to speak? Someone who will listen to you whether you are talking about your deep-seated emotional pain or your new curtains?
Are you, in essence, looking for a really good girlfriend?
If so, then ladies – I am your man apparently.
Well that is the impression I got from my discussion with my ex on the weekend.
We sit down and discuss the events of a couple of weeks ago, and the joy of it – his childish behaviour was really not all that unexpected by her.
There we are going through the photos from her holiday and finally we get to the ones when he arrived on the scene. She gets to discussing his immaturity.
Everything elicited the same response from him – “oh yeah”
“Look – this is Juliet’s house” (from Romeo and Juliet)
“Oh yeah”
“Wow. Here we are in the canals of Venice”
“Oh yeah”
“Look at that view – the Italian, German, and Austrian Alps with their snow covered peaks”
“Oh yeah”
And when she asks if he is having a good time as he never smiles in any of the photos…
“Well I was until you started stirring things up and looking for problems”
No shit.
Now he is lucky that I did not know all of this prior to me whipping his arse at the restaurant a couple of weeks ago because I assure you I would have made it my business to make certain he had an extended stay in the intensive care ward. I would not have stopped when I knocked him to the ground winded.
And then, last week when she has finally had enough she phones him and leaves a message to get him to come and get his cd’s and whatever else he had there.
This chickenshit had a friend call her back to ask her to put his stuff outside and he would just drive around and collect it. She told the friend that he had to come around and get his stuff. So he does, but he brings his friend and sends the friend inside while he waits by the car and wouldn’t come inside. How much of a fucking coward do you have to be to behave like that? My little shit cousins were never this immature.
He we are discussing her latest break up and what has been wrong with all the others and suddenly it hit me…
“FUCK!!!!! I have become her girlfriend!!!!”
Of course for those who have read the ladder theory I have now crossed over to her friend ladder and you know that for what I am seeking with this woman, I am in a very bad position.
I have crossed the abyss to her friend ladder? Can I cross back? Usually I would say no but I do believe that for once in my existence, time is on my side (as is something else which I will get to soon) and that has given me a new battle plan.
I don’t know what it is about women and turning 40. They seem to believe that magically they lose all beauty and become old hags and lose any chance of finding a lasting partner. Maybe Merewenne can shed some light on this...
And on a side note – if they want to think like this and cut of their nose to spite their face then go ahead – I really don’t care anymore. I have said on numerous occasions that I would much rather take a 40 year old woman who is sick of games and the shit you usually have to go through over a 20 year old immature little slut. But I digress….
In a few years she will be on the verge of 40. On more than one occasion she has mentioned that if she is to have kids it must be before she is 40. Now as that time approaches we may see the desperation kick in. All these others have failed. All of them have started off well and turned into frogs revealing their true colours. All who have promised the world and delivered nothing. Many who have said one thing and then revealed that to be a lie.
But there is one man in her life who has not done a Jekyll and Hyde act. One who has always been there. One who has said much to her and has said he will stand by that and not stray from it and has done so. I stay the course I told her I would take and not stray from it.
I cannot force her hand. But I can just stay my course and let her impending 40 do the work for me.
What’s that I hear you ask? Let desperation win the day for me?
Desperation, pity and spite are the three cornerstones my romantic life has been built upon in the past – that is the norm. Hell – I was rather confused when we first got together since it was for lack of a better word love (scratch that – mutual affection at first, love later) that got us together and not desperation, pity or spite on either of our behalves.
The other thing (which has been a hindrance) is my youth. We all know the stats of the large increase in difficulty in falling pregnant after 40 but the younger and more virile the man the better the chance of pregnancy even if the woman is in her 40’s.
In those few years time – she will be nearing the dreaded 4-0 and I will be into my 30’s – and going out with a guy in his 30’s is a lot less psychologically impacting than going out with someone in their 20’s irrespective of the woman’s age. I hope so anyway.
That is the theory and at this point in time, it is the best I have. Should I get a better offer in the meantime….
BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
Sorry. No matter how times I hear that and no matter who says it, it sounds just as funny and just as fucking retarded.
Anyway – should the universe undergo a fundamental change to its space-time structure and I get a better offer I will probably take it. But 4-5 years is a short time to wait for this woman.
She has got me completely pussy whipped.
© by Tiberius Alatheus 2004