Bad Luck

I admit when I just found out about it, a cacophony of cackles, laughter and sniggers ensured. Alas I couldn't help myself, one can hardly blame me for my lack of sympathy but for the first time in a long time, I visited her blog to find out what happened.

Am I surprised she's going thru a cycle? I'm afraid not. We cannot change the past, but we can decide our future. Its the choices we make that shape who we are and where we go from here.

Is she a bad person? Maybe. Does she deserve what she is going thru now? Definitely. After all, She was a real female dog to me. But if you consider the fact that I was very much attracted to her, it just points out that it doesn't make me any better than her. Y'know, generally animals keep things in the family, in this case; it limits things to the canine family.

I've learnt my lessons, that certain emotional cripples are beyond rescue or hope. No matter how hard you attempt to heal or help the person thru it, personal experience suggests that invariably the next person who comes along generally pays for the shit, someone else did to her.

Should've read the sign at the gate: "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate" "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here"

Interesting enough, thru my recovery process, I somehow managed to have a thing for another canine. Yes yes, I somehow have this thing for intelligent yet emotionally crippled women. But this time, when the girl screwed me just one time, I cut her off. A comedy ensured, "I thought we were friends" popped up, right after 2 weeks of me ignoring the individual, because she accused me of just wanting to sleep with her, while it was clear she was holding on to and shagging another guy who made it clear to her, he does not want a proper relationship with her.

Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty open about sex. I can talk about it with my female friends without having any designs on them. I personally don't get why people have to be so closeted about it, which is why I enjoy misconstruing other people's words into a sexual innuendos to tease them. The look on people's faces when an innocent remark becomes something sexual, is just priceless.

I just enjoy spending time with the people I'm fond of. As for physical intimacy, its nice but by no means mandatory. After all a woman's body is a temple, I'm a pretty devoted priest, I make love, I get off on getting my partner off. But still, just because someone makes my dick swell, doesn't mean I want them to be a part of my life, just means Mr Incredible wants to do the "dating". I do not allow the shortest appendage on my body, to choose who I enjoy spending time with.

Back on track, was I surprised that he managed to screw up things for her again? NOPE. Perhaps the things she love about him, isn't what make out for a long term and meaningful relationship, much less marriage. She does have a knack for choosing the one's who eventually screw her over big time, a few times and then the next one who fell deeply in love with her like I did, is gona get screwed just like I did. She is in LIMBO, an endless cycle.

I guess for me, I've gone thru the stage. Some people and myself included, need to get over our infantile taste in the opposite sex.

For me, physical appearance holds little to no importance, I like intelligent women but just because they are intelligent doesn't mean they cant be a biatch.

For a lot of women I know, they would rather choose fun, uncertainty, excitement and the occasional bruised ego, than to choose the person who is genuine towards them. Interesting enough, somehow a guy who is married or has a girlfriend already is often seen as desirable, apparently because since some woman already wants him, he must be good.

There are some who see it as it is and do not have undue expectations of them. Everyone wants to date someone like James Bond once in their life, but the smart ones do know he's not someone they want to marry.

And of course, there are the ones who are not able to see it and continue the cycle over and over again. I mean come on, bad guys are like sour milk in the fridge, just because you go back to taste it everyday, doesn't mean it will taste any better. In fact, most men become worse after they get married.

"Bad things don't happen to you because you have bad luck. Bad things happen to you because you're a dumb ass!"

I know because I've been there, though it is true that I may never truly know how you feel. Looking at it objectively, If me going thru my personal trials and tribulations means I know how you feel. I suppose when my dick swells, I would know how it feels like to have a clit.

Its not how you feel or what happened. Giving yourself excuses to justify yourself is meaningless. Its how you deal with it which eventually matters the most. The question here is: how many times its gona take for you to be the dumbass, before you learn your lesson.