Friday, May 11, 2007

men talk too much

O, spare me your saccharine saps.

the males have been emptying bullshit on me, on us probably, after chia complained of her male advice giving day. the newly found and long-lost male - i wouldn’t say harass, constantly assumes i’m his friendly listening ear.

yes, i know of your elite background, your elite friends, those elite ivys.

it was the usual nostalgic catching up after those pubescent years of tuition classes.
then it became a detailed narration of his after years achievement, the internships, the cvs, the more than usual dosage.
when the conversation turned into somewhat of a bland, formulaic platitude, he began sharing unadventurous neighbouring adventures with his regular ya-yas- people i don’t know, probably won’t know, have no interest in knowing and don’t care at all. so what if she acts cute and has fetishes of being a dominatrix, she could be a fat-assed wolf in a sheep’s skin and i still won’t care. i have no use for those irrelevant information i'm already know too well myself (he wasn't particularly impressed). the whole time of the conversation had me wanting to yank his thoughts of “analyzing her behaviour” and help spreading love/ match-make a lovelorn man. he knows they can be a diabolical combination, so why the philanthropy?


fuck at 11:41 PM

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at 4:10 PM Anonymous Anonymous said...

Who ah who?

 

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