womenfolk
Monday, November 14, 2005
now i'm going to try enjoy myself as I try to describe my views on women in anything less than a body of work that would rival the Complete Oxford's Dictionary. I've never seen the Complete version, but considering the length of the Short version, it should be rather long.
Everywhere I go, I seem to meet females. on the whole, I enjoy the experience. Women, in general, are better looking than men. They claim to mature faster than men, but I think its less maturing and more losing out on the fun in life.
In my life, I've had (pause for counting) 9 official girlfriends. Of course, there were others who got close to the status of official (I can think of 2 off the top of my head), and anyway, I think 9 is enough for now. Most of my friends have maxed at 4 (or less). Now, I don't want to come across as bragging. In my thinking, it's better to have one good relationship which lasts than 9 awkward ones which crumble within weeks (or days). Why do I move so quickly from female to female (by thought, if not by deed)?
It's hard to know. I think it's mostly because of the criteria I use to select the woman of my attraction. I don't know if this is a bad thing, but I tend to go into relationships based on 'potential'. By that I mean that I will ask a girl out even if I'm not really into her, simply because they fit the vague description of someone that I might fall for. (Just in case there are any of my exes reading this, let me tell you that this wasn't the case in your case. You I liked.)
Here is a brand new edit: Let me clarify why these relationships failed: me. It was my fault, each and every time. Sorry for any insult I may have caused due to misunderstanding.
"But Geert," I hear you ask, "Surely you've felt the quiver of Cupid's bow before? Surely you're not made of stone?"
To which I reply, of course I'm not made of stone (except where it counts) . This is where our good friend irony rears its ironic head. The girls that I have trouble with are the ones who I really like. Every time I've felt the "quiver of Cupid's bow", as you so eloquently put it, I've been too chicken to do anything. And here is where the irony is even more irony-y. In the majority of cases of this type, I later find out that the girl I liked was just waiting for me to show interest. Hm. If irony was made of strawberries, we'd all be drinking a lot of smoothies right now.
But enough of my personal woman woes. What of the gender in general? Although I only have brothers, I actually have two sisters (think about it). Girls who I've known since I was but oh so ickle, and its them, acting as ambassadors for the female gender, that saved my image of that half of the population. Thanks to them (you know who you are) I know that women can be as fun and creative and intelligent as men (well, most men) and it's because of them that I'm not sexist about the weaker sex.
When I was working in Porto, one of the other workers told me a really great way to sort your mind out about women. It was the smartest thing I'd heard on the topic, but unfortunately (for you) I can't remember the phrasing.
As you can see, and as I predicted at the start of this entry, it's utterly impossible for me to speak any sense concerning the sensitive sex. To be honest, I'm completely baffled by them. Actually, now that I think of it, I have similar views about women as I do about the ocean. Despite their beauty, mystery and intruige (not to mention sex appeal), I'm utterly terrified of them. The compliment hidden in all this sexist drivel is that it's a fear based on respect. However, the respect is based solely on fear. That's because I know, first-hand, what lengths women will go to to get what they want, especially if what they want is to make someone else suffer. Unlike men, who are crude and obvious in their efforst, women can engineer the world to conspire against a person. I'm glad I'm gay.
Just kidding, Hugh.
you're that much closer to knowing me.
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