The wishy washy

What is it with men?
They're the weight lifters, the career creators and developers, the insanely stuck jar openers, the remote control kings, The gods of WD40 and UHU but ask them to commit to an emotion and they turn to puree.
Actually don't even ask them to commit to an emotion the real world does that for you. All I ever did was engage. Engage in something that I know damn well was good for the both of us. A mental and spiritual connection like no other. So why the delusional attachment to this nonexistent idea of ever fleeting freedom? Why? I have no ball and chain… and even if I did why oh why would I want anyone to lug all that weight around? It defeats the purpose doesn't it? It kills the whimsy of the light feathery feeling that all this is supposed to create.

This is a plea… to all boys, guys and even men.
Please! Please, please, please!
For my sanity and the women around you.
Either man up and admit you don't want the lady in your life so she can move on and do her own thing or keep the bullshit to yourself!


I can understand. I don't want you.
I can understand I don't want this (the relationship)
I can understand I'm seeing someone else.
I can understand this has become more than I can handle right now
I can understand I'm not feeling it anymore there is no spark.
I can understand I don't see this going anywhere

but for god's sake steer clear of the wishy washy, I want you but won't commit fully but partially bullshit.

Look but dont touch

A week on a resort with only a couple of singles and a majority of old people will eventually land you in a circumstance where you share or hear stories you might not regularly hear from fresh brand spanking new friends.
And so it goes….
My girlfriends and I are hanging out at the pool feasting our eyes on the chocolate eye candy that is a member of the entertainment staff. His muscles glisten in the sun with his every movement as he leads a group of people in an aerobic workout. We just watch and simultantiously let out a sigh.

We turn around with gaga still in our eyes and our new found male friend decides to share this wonderful story:

Brand Spanking new friend: “you know I had a friend of mine that went gaga over a guy in a caribbean beach resort once”
Us: “oh yeah? And?”
Brand Spanking new friend: “well she got jiggy with him and came home with these purple spots all over her body”
Us: “She caught and STD ? ”
Brand Spanking new friend: “yeah you could say that… she went to the doctors to get checked and the doctor yelled at her.. telling her he needed to know who she slept with…. She couldn’t muster up an answer… I don’t remember she said… I was really drunk”
Us: listening intently
Brand Spanking new friend “the doctor threatened to call the police if she didn’t do better than that..frightened from his tone she explained that she’d gone on a carribean holiday.. gotten drunk and slept with one of the entertainment crew… horrified… the doctor explained that the purple spots on her body were due to a bacteria only found on dead people”
Us : UGHHHHHHH! DUDE! YOU LIE!
Brand Spanking new friend: “no lie… serious as serious can be… so do think twice before you decide on tapping that”
My friend casually looks over and goes “Ya sater ya rab.. masdoodon masdooodon masdoood? Ya3ni il wa7id maye3rafsh yetfarag 7ata?! Matfahimoo il 2akh dah inina abide by the look but don’t touch policy why the buzz kill?!”