I Loved.

so guess who has more menstrual inspired writing to do?
you caught me, good job.

i was thinking about marriage actually, and the irrational appeal it has to women. how many men are actually faithful from alter to tombstone? when a women is entering into a marriage, she is in fact, putting herself into a situation to be cheated on. you normally get a few lovestruck years, where sleeping with one person for the rest of his life seems feasible, but that internal clock is ticking and you know it ladies. you need to pop out a kid, and now! forget it. as soon as he sees those stretch marks he will follow his pecker to greener pastures, leaving you with stretch marks and a fat ass, to eat ice cream, and putting you in a position to forgive and forget, and stay together for the kids.

i go back to my earlier writing in saying that the only guy who will stay faithful, are the ugly ones, but they have to be not only ugly, but must earn a reasonably low income. besides just being unpleasant to the eyes, ugly, under-payed, men are most likely, not good in bed, leaving them to follow their pecker right to their fat ass wife, because the greener pastures are full of attractive men.

even men who love their wives can be led astray. at first i was against the notion of having children of my own, but now i suppose i am against marriage as well. i suppose living alone may be just as bad as living with a liability. how can i know the risk is worth it. you put so much into something, for what? to end up where you started, broken and alone, and worse, in a legal battle for the house, and the dog, and the sofa.

people compare love to plants sometimes, but love is no form of shrubbery. plants can't hurt you back. they just die if left alone. and sometimes, even when love is left alone to die, it carries on, unlike plants.

what has become of me? sitting here writing depressing notions about the ways of love and marriage? i loved.