My thoughts on women...

I never knew shit could whistle.

 

That is a real shame. Not only the whistleing and howling, but the way that you let their behaviour make you feel less of yourself.
Why can't society raise women to be confident enough to blow off such boorishness? Instead, you saw their treating you like trash as evidence that you are trash. (I'm not critisising you, I am critisizing the society that gave you an fragile self-image) Damn shame.

I'm glad you regained your confidence before your return.

Sorry that happened to you.

 

:H I shall rest easy knowing that.

 

Including the cute guy at the computer behind me here. I've always made the first approach. He's already admitted to me that he would've missed the opportunity because he's too shy.
Once, I got caught checking this guys ass out, our eyes locked...I smiled...Then ended up inviting him out for a beer later.
But, I'm guessing that your experience is probably the norm. That's too bad...I like making the choice myself. I go after what I want.
In this case, I'm so glad I did approach him, because he's the best thing yet to happen to me. Even during the rough spots.

 

Those labeled fools, madmen, insane or jesters are usually known to speak the truth – this happens in many plays. I tend to agree after reading InsaneJester’s post.

It’s an accurate analysis of our contemporary world, without the fake, idealized, mystic aura of true love I get to read in so many young men’s blogs. I’d say InsaneJester is more sincere and by far more realistic.

I believe this is what happens when humans behave like animals, when they let the instinctual side take over them.

Yes, this is what I see around me, this is what you see in highschools, in the streets, in Internet cafes... Highschool boys picking up girls on the net and fixing up dates, saying tonight I’m meeting this girl, tomorrow night I’ve scheduled a meeting with this other girl, yesterday I’ve met this completely different doll...

Of course there are some exceptions – a few good men that are still human, rational and respectable... with a respectable purpose in life. Occupying their time with building a career or with being useful somehow to society...

Indeed, we say MY girl, MY boyfriend... We also say ‘my object of affections.’ We never mention MY girlfriend, MY boyfriend by their names when we talk about them to other people... it’s all about WHAT they are, never about WHO they are... just objects to be used for our pleasure, then replaced when it’s necessary... like we replace our toothbrush, our comb, our soap, we don’t usually mention that and don’t really feel much difference... Like most objects, our girlfriends/ boyfriends serve us as accessories, to put us into a favorable light, we have someTHING to brag about...

Companions? That’s difficult. Two people mean two different ways of seeing the world, different opinions often opposing one another... different ways of life... and if the two persons are alike, routine comes in-between...