pourquoi?

Why do men always question and pronounce that women only like men who are bad eggs?? In truth, that might be the general consensus, conversely, I beg to differ. Over my icy-cold lemon lime the night before at the park, I relished the time spent with Reii discussing men, mindsets, priorities, and the lot, merely stopping short of the birds and the bees. Well, I do know for certain, in my group of galfriends, the majority of us do not take pleasure in dating "screwballs". Perhaps, we do come across the occasional bad egg, "we were once blind but now we see". Some hop along faster than one can mutter the word "tomorrow". My heart bleeds for others whom, despite the immense mass up in their craniums, voluntarily put themselves out for the baddies who will NEVER ever put themselves out in return. Isn't it sufficiently apparent? Yet again, I have ZERO respect for these people alike. Maybe Reii was right to observe that those (myself included) who have seen and have been cautioned enough simply see past all those facades. Those words are all from the same little black book of excuses. Point-blank, we don't buy them. I'm surprised such intellectually witty females actually believe. Hang on, to think they would even spend time listening. O well, cutting some slack, conceivably such is the power of lurve?! My definition of love is unquestionably poles apart.

"Someone reminded me that without failure, there cannot be growth and learning. Someone saw beyond my failings, my weaknesses, my vices, my scars, my defences... And brought the good & strong in me to the forefront. Someone hated my guts but loved my spirit. Someone showed me that love is not possession, but to embrace the other person within your own heart. To be happy simply because he is happy. Even at times when he is not with me, I now know that the love is there and always will be." - H...As a fellow femme, I hope H sees the light. That said, I do not empathise one bit coz it's self-deserving that she chose the road for herself. Unfortunately I do know without doubt she wouldn't be as lucky as me to have had tons of incriminating evidence thrown in my face from all directions in relation to the One. Plain dumb. I'm also blessed enough to have parents who due to their many years of work experience, with countless encounters with people from all walks of life, profess that all it takes is one look at a person, and they can tell straight up. Hate to agree but they are never wrong. Ha! Really. Take one tiny glance at the facts, then a wide-eyed look at what is being almost too perfectly muttered, you don't even need much brains to tell they hardly match up. It's akin to the Matching Principle in Accounting. :) Revenues should and will always be matched to expenses. If they don't match up, that's obviously a danger sign. Would anyone in the right mind still go forth? I wouldn't. I acknowledge it's never easy, but strength and time relieves. O come on, even men themselves admit to this. They just don't shout it right out loud. (To the men who read my blog, feel free to comment)

By the way, quit asking. Who I date is none of your business really. If I ever get married, you'll get a card from me, that I know for sure.

I've taken the longer journey home, but I'm home... :) Back to bed! *yawn!* ;)