Recently had a night out as a single gal. Yes you heard that right, single gal. Because I just told myself, "Aiyah heck it lah!" Seriously. I had the most epic fight with the boy over the phone that I lost it. So rang in the best gals and they drove over within 30 minutes. Bloody bawled my eyes out for an hour or so at home. Telling them all the epic details. (Yes must repeat the word epic as it really was epic!) Then afterwards, we were in a cab together heading towards a party. Yeay! Had an awesome night just cos me with barely make up on can score! I love you god! Didn't do much flirting cos please, I'd be mad to leave the most awesome girlfriends I can ask for for some dude who keeps fondling my G-string. Weird fuckers. Boys are weird fuckers. On and off the dancefloor. My g-string is right up my ass and that's where you choose to touch me. Seriously man, if it's on my face, or tits (dream on these twins are porn material worthy), I'd get you. Hygiene please. Please!
Anyway, next day, he showed up at my doorstep and the moment we left for supper, we had the epic fight in real. Damn we were better than Hollywood. Our parents would have stuffed chilis in his mouth and chained my legs to an anchor. Even right now as I'm recalling the night, I feel like calling him up and scream at the top of my lungs and pray that it was shrill enough that his ears shrivelled in and popped his eyeballs out of their sockets. But of course I haven't been texting or calling. Because the boy needs to learn that girls don't chase, you mofuckas need to do it. Not because I'm too stuck up but just because it's a tried and tested truth of the freaking universe that girls respond best to coaxing rather than tough love. So stop thinking that silent treatments will get us to change. It won't. Because even if you break us down and we cry, the next time we fight we still expect to be coaxed. So stop hanging out with the boys and jerking off in bathrooms and just call us and say sweet nothings and bring a flower or a freaking recycled poem and we'll do the job for you. Dumbass! (Ok girls, this applies only to people in a relationship that has no fidelity problems because if you do, girl, please don't help him in those ways, because you can't offer him something he's getting everywhere else and consider yourself special because of a flower. Go for a mansion at least!)
Anyway again back to the boy, I have decided that I love him. Still. But I'm not going to be ok with someone who's going to treat me badly when we get into an argument. I won't and will never be ok with silent treatments or month long emotional abuses just because I pointed out something I didn't like about him during an honest discussion and worst of all, I'll never put up with jealousy that leads to a shrinking social circle. I dumped this all on him. Oklah, I also pointed out my bads while doing that dumping. Honestly, he wouldn't have said/done the bad things he has done throughout the course of this relationship if he was with someone with a greater tolerance. If I'm not cut out for the job maybe someone else is out there better suited for him. See see see, I did acknowledge that he was suffering too in the relationship. I do see that he was a nice perfect gentleman (one I eventually did fall in love with) before I came into his life. So as sad as I am at my dying faith in him as a boyfriend. I am looking forward to seeing him like how he was before we dated. So nice and together and practically full of love to give. Maybe I'd be swooned over again. But if by then, I've moved on then hey all is good!
Anyway, next day, he showed up at my doorstep and the moment we left for supper, we had the epic fight in real. Damn we were better than Hollywood. Our parents would have stuffed chilis in his mouth and chained my legs to an anchor. Even right now as I'm recalling the night, I feel like calling him up and scream at the top of my lungs and pray that it was shrill enough that his ears shrivelled in and popped his eyeballs out of their sockets. But of course I haven't been texting or calling. Because the boy needs to learn that girls don't chase, you mofuckas need to do it. Not because I'm too stuck up but just because it's a tried and tested truth of the freaking universe that girls respond best to coaxing rather than tough love. So stop thinking that silent treatments will get us to change. It won't. Because even if you break us down and we cry, the next time we fight we still expect to be coaxed. So stop hanging out with the boys and jerking off in bathrooms and just call us and say sweet nothings and bring a flower or a freaking recycled poem and we'll do the job for you. Dumbass! (Ok girls, this applies only to people in a relationship that has no fidelity problems because if you do, girl, please don't help him in those ways, because you can't offer him something he's getting everywhere else and consider yourself special because of a flower. Go for a mansion at least!)
Anyway again back to the boy, I have decided that I love him. Still. But I'm not going to be ok with someone who's going to treat me badly when we get into an argument. I won't and will never be ok with silent treatments or month long emotional abuses just because I pointed out something I didn't like about him during an honest discussion and worst of all, I'll never put up with jealousy that leads to a shrinking social circle. I dumped this all on him. Oklah, I also pointed out my bads while doing that dumping. Honestly, he wouldn't have said/done the bad things he has done throughout the course of this relationship if he was with someone with a greater tolerance. If I'm not cut out for the job maybe someone else is out there better suited for him. See see see, I did acknowledge that he was suffering too in the relationship. I do see that he was a nice perfect gentleman (one I eventually did fall in love with) before I came into his life. So as sad as I am at my dying faith in him as a boyfriend. I am looking forward to seeing him like how he was before we dated. So nice and together and practically full of love to give. Maybe I'd be swooned over again. But if by then, I've moved on then hey all is good!
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