"Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
‘Til it's gone" - Joni Mitchell: Big Yellow Taxi
"But I’ve been drinking so much
That I’ma call her anyway and say
“F-ck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had” - Drake: Marvin's Room
So you've made it. Survived a horrible breakup. Fought your way through countless nights of vodka and tears, only to wake up and wash it down with greasy egg sandwiches and advil the next morning. Deep club mixes provide the soundtrack to your life. Empty flirtations and expensive cab rides of regret. You got over it. Made your girlfriends go out on endless "girl power" trips. Began dating again. Date after date after date. Always some fancy place, with some guy in a suit, talking about his careers and goals. You sitting there, figiting with your dress, trying to remember if you left your curling iron on before you left the house. You then vow to give up dating. You're done. You're happy with yourself, by yourself.
And then it happens. You meet someone. Or, in my case, you look at someone you've always known in a new light.
And, you fall in love.
Happy, glorious, Nicholas Sparks type cheesy love. Family bbq's, trips to the beach, parties, lots and lots of days shut off from the world together. In a bed tangled up in sheets, and dvd's and baby-makin playlists. Just you two in your own little bubble.
While in this bubble, there begins to form a circle of opposition around you. A virtual army of soldiers, all holding a sharp object, ready to pop your bubble, and drag you back out into the real world with them. Men and women unite, to get back what they once had.
So as you drowsily climb out of bed, and saunter into the kitchen to grab some water, you check your missed texts and calls, and find yourself sitting there, naked, on the couch, awestruck. You repeat the words in your head. Those drunk slurred "You know I've always loved you. I miss you." On repeat. Somewhere in the sentence, a hint of a tear...maybe.Raw, drunk powerful words. Interrupting your night, like DJ Clue on every god damn CD he ever made. Out of nowhere. Just that damn echo. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE....
Men always want what they cant have. And women always want, what someone else has.
Its just life.
As you're sitting there stunned, because the one person you tried so hard to love. The one man that you wanted so badly to be with, finally, on this night, has come to his senses, your boyfriend is in the bedroom fighting off his own bubble-poppers.
Women use the lure of great sex, just as men use the lure of being loved.
All of a sudden, girls are willing to do whatever you want them to. Mouths that were once closed to the idea of oral sex, are suddenly wide open. And pardon the expression, thirsty.
They just can't believe that they are not attractive/sexy/amazing enough to actually be rejected by him. This "relationship" can't be real. No way he would turn down free vagina on a silver platter... "all this wetness all around me,true but im no island.."
It's all an elaborate game.
See, you had years to treat these people right. Countless times to try and win their love. And now that they've moved on, you suddenly have this epiphany? Chile please.
Men, you need to realize what you have when you have it.
I blame Nike. Ever since we were kids, you would buy a pair of sneakers, and then immediately throw them in a box and forget about them as soon as the next new pair came out.
Until you ultimately had a closet full of beautiful leather designs, but no money left to wear them anywhere.
Same with women. You collect us all like PokeMon cards. Just keeping us on hold, waiting. Stash some under the mattress, in a drawer, in a closet. Keeping everyone holding on by a thin string, with the allure that ONE DAY, ONE DAY when you're ready, you will FINALLY play with us. And then one day you realize someone stole a card. And even though you have 6894 more, that ONE card missing is KILLING you.
Add regret. Mix lust. Stir with some ugly broads and a bad DJ, and you get 3 am drives home confessing your everlasting love to the one girl that left.
You can miss me with all that.
And ladies. Men are not a Louis Vuitton bag that your girlfriend has that you envy. You can not "borrow" it to go to the club. You can not "use it" because it matches your outfit. Men take time, work, patience, and love. Do not be so vain as to think that one blow job from you, will make them turn their back on all the shit they have waiting for them at home.
Offering all kinds of sexual promises, favors, innuendos and such...for what?
Lets say you "win". And he fucks you on the side one night.
What do you really get out of that? Some kind of weird satisfaction knowing that you were able to tempt someone? Do you imagine that he will realize his mistake and suddenly dump the person he's with and run to your arms?
Chile please.
You had that same sub-par vagina for the past 26 years and he never made you his girlfriend. And now you're just some hoe, with wack vagina, that he regretfully smanged because he was drunk.
Give it a rest.
The most important lesson you can learn in this life, is to find, embrace, and keep happiness. And when you see someone else has found happiness, please support them as you would want their support.
Throwing insults at the new person they're with, or throwing your naked pics their way, isn't going to do anything but embarrass you both.
Grow up. Learn to keep the toys you love the most. If you neglect them, or mistreat them, someone else will steal them right from under you.And when that day comes, don't cry. Just learn the lesson and move on.
That you don't know what you've got
‘Til it's gone" - Joni Mitchell: Big Yellow Taxi
"But I’ve been drinking so much
That I’ma call her anyway and say
“F-ck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had” - Drake: Marvin's Room
So you've made it. Survived a horrible breakup. Fought your way through countless nights of vodka and tears, only to wake up and wash it down with greasy egg sandwiches and advil the next morning. Deep club mixes provide the soundtrack to your life. Empty flirtations and expensive cab rides of regret. You got over it. Made your girlfriends go out on endless "girl power" trips. Began dating again. Date after date after date. Always some fancy place, with some guy in a suit, talking about his careers and goals. You sitting there, figiting with your dress, trying to remember if you left your curling iron on before you left the house. You then vow to give up dating. You're done. You're happy with yourself, by yourself.
And then it happens. You meet someone. Or, in my case, you look at someone you've always known in a new light.
And, you fall in love.
Happy, glorious, Nicholas Sparks type cheesy love. Family bbq's, trips to the beach, parties, lots and lots of days shut off from the world together. In a bed tangled up in sheets, and dvd's and baby-makin playlists. Just you two in your own little bubble.
While in this bubble, there begins to form a circle of opposition around you. A virtual army of soldiers, all holding a sharp object, ready to pop your bubble, and drag you back out into the real world with them. Men and women unite, to get back what they once had.
So as you drowsily climb out of bed, and saunter into the kitchen to grab some water, you check your missed texts and calls, and find yourself sitting there, naked, on the couch, awestruck. You repeat the words in your head. Those drunk slurred "You know I've always loved you. I miss you." On repeat. Somewhere in the sentence, a hint of a tear...maybe.Raw, drunk powerful words. Interrupting your night, like DJ Clue on every god damn CD he ever made. Out of nowhere. Just that damn echo. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE....
Men always want what they cant have. And women always want, what someone else has.
Its just life.
As you're sitting there stunned, because the one person you tried so hard to love. The one man that you wanted so badly to be with, finally, on this night, has come to his senses, your boyfriend is in the bedroom fighting off his own bubble-poppers.
Women use the lure of great sex, just as men use the lure of being loved.
All of a sudden, girls are willing to do whatever you want them to. Mouths that were once closed to the idea of oral sex, are suddenly wide open. And pardon the expression, thirsty.
They just can't believe that they are not attractive/sexy/amazing enough to actually be rejected by him. This "relationship" can't be real. No way he would turn down free vagina on a silver platter... "all this wetness all around me,true but im no island.."
It's all an elaborate game.
See, you had years to treat these people right. Countless times to try and win their love. And now that they've moved on, you suddenly have this epiphany? Chile please.
Men, you need to realize what you have when you have it.
I blame Nike. Ever since we were kids, you would buy a pair of sneakers, and then immediately throw them in a box and forget about them as soon as the next new pair came out.
Until you ultimately had a closet full of beautiful leather designs, but no money left to wear them anywhere.
Same with women. You collect us all like PokeMon cards. Just keeping us on hold, waiting. Stash some under the mattress, in a drawer, in a closet. Keeping everyone holding on by a thin string, with the allure that ONE DAY, ONE DAY when you're ready, you will FINALLY play with us. And then one day you realize someone stole a card. And even though you have 6894 more, that ONE card missing is KILLING you.
Add regret. Mix lust. Stir with some ugly broads and a bad DJ, and you get 3 am drives home confessing your everlasting love to the one girl that left.
You can miss me with all that.
And ladies. Men are not a Louis Vuitton bag that your girlfriend has that you envy. You can not "borrow" it to go to the club. You can not "use it" because it matches your outfit. Men take time, work, patience, and love. Do not be so vain as to think that one blow job from you, will make them turn their back on all the shit they have waiting for them at home.
Offering all kinds of sexual promises, favors, innuendos and such...for what?
Lets say you "win". And he fucks you on the side one night.
What do you really get out of that? Some kind of weird satisfaction knowing that you were able to tempt someone? Do you imagine that he will realize his mistake and suddenly dump the person he's with and run to your arms?
Chile please.
You had that same sub-par vagina for the past 26 years and he never made you his girlfriend. And now you're just some hoe, with wack vagina, that he regretfully smanged because he was drunk.
Give it a rest.
The most important lesson you can learn in this life, is to find, embrace, and keep happiness. And when you see someone else has found happiness, please support them as you would want their support.
Throwing insults at the new person they're with, or throwing your naked pics their way, isn't going to do anything but embarrass you both.
Grow up. Learn to keep the toys you love the most. If you neglect them, or mistreat them, someone else will steal them right from under you.And when that day comes, don't cry. Just learn the lesson and move on.
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