To whom it may concern.
Seems to me that passive-agressive is the way to be between women, and I just don’t understand it.
If you have a problem with me SAY it. Either that or just tell me to go to hell in case you might not think it is
A) fixable, B) worth fixing or C) a nasty misunderstanding. I have two ears and one brain, and luckily for all of us, it WORKS, and it works quite well if I say so myself. But if for some funky reason you think I won’t grasp your meaning, feel free to bring crayons along, so you can DRAW me a PICTURE!
Am I being a bit sarcastic? maybe. But seriously, I don’t want anything to do with your husband, I am NOT into married men. Besides, he’s NOT George Clooney and you should know that!
Another thing you might know (this in case he’s NOT your hubby) if he wasn’t into you at 15 chances are, now that you’re married to someone else and have five kids by that someone else, he’s still NOT into you. If he were, believe you me, he would’ve told you by now, don’t you think?
Here’s a bit of how my brain works: No. As a rule, I don’t do married men. Why? 1) because I refuse to be “the other woman” and 2) I believe in Karma, and as the saying goes “Karma IS a bitch” don’t do unto others as you wouldn’t want others to do unto you, and all that stuff…
If by any chance we happen to be friends and something happens while drunk oh well.. shit happens (and then again, considering the amount of alcohol I consume, whatever happens between me and whomever won’t be under my influence, so I might have the upper hand there, therefore, I decide the what and how anything happens. sorry dudes. hahaha).
This comes from having a very funky conversation with a friend and now my brain has to fart all of this crap out or I’ll have a hissy-fit later on.
No wonder I have more male friends than female friends, they are SIMPLE creatures and don’t over-think, over-complicate or over-stress for the dumbest stuff (not even my gay friends do that -unless they don’t know which underwear will make their junk look better. Believe me, I had that argument once, and it was F-U-N!). But seriously now, if a guy kisses a girl while at a party when they’re both a bit under the influence, he won’t go home thinking of the names of his imaginary children he will have with you in a not to distant future. A girl on the other hand a good percent of the time WILL have that thought in mind (not all of us, depends on the girl, her age and how much of her brain was impaired at the time).
So pleeease, I beg you, don’t bitch to some poor dude about me just because you either don’t have the balls to tell it to my face, or you want to know the reaction he “might” have while you bitch about me to him.
I have a shit-load of male friends and men have heaps of female friends. what happens between friends stays between friends and dear lady, you have no fucking say in it.
ps. I’m in no way mad, au contraire, my self-esteem has been lifted a thousand fold by this!!