I don't discriminate against Dickheads

(note before I start- in this post I am not talking about my newly- betrothed. I’m talking about someone who I barely know. So there.)

I feel sorry for men sometimes. Because they have to deal with women.

It is true- women are manipulative at times. The ‘is my butt big in this’ question- it’s a loaded question. There is no right answer to it. In fact, all of the answers are wrong. On top of this, women don’t try and hide their feelings, but they expect loved ones to be able to read how they feel. Again, there is no right answer. PMS. Damned if you do call it by name, damned if you don’t.

But, in the defense of females, it’s so bloody easy to become one of those people that makes their partner second guess the real meaning behind things, and as men in most cases just want to make things better, it can just lead to pussywhipification. Woman happy. Man tamed. Who wouldn’t want that?

However, there are some times that may seem like a trap, but it isn’t. It’s an actual test of the type of person that you are, the type of partner. You know when people go through something, and they say what they find out who their real friends are? In reality, some people are less of a friend than you thought they were, while other people are incapable of being that ‘friend’ in the first place. Hell, sometimes you don’t want to be a person’s friend but you’re still there and then suddenly you’re a true friend to them but they’re your pity friend. I think I’ve gone off the track a bit.

I know someone who is failing that test right now. Not with me, but with someone else. And you want to smack them over the head, but they’ll be hit in the face with the consequences.