I've always considered myself a fair man. The type of man that would rather die than hurt a woman. I thought I was better than most men. Not an animal.
But I now realise that...well... I am. It's not something I can do anything about. It's ingrained in that XY gene that gave me my 21st appendage (or my 5th limb depends how u look at it). I didnt really have a say in the matter, I just am. Now the choice that's left to me and to every other man is as to what animal to be. We have two choices:
- mean, vicious, but faithful dog.
-or dirty, disgusting pig.
i choose the former. and I try to remain that way in all my dealings with women...knowing that they can be b*****s themselves...and i say that not to disrespect women, cause i really do respect women, but they know, ladies, u know when u get in that mood where u sit on a brother's last nerve till it cant stand the weight of u and he snaps...that's another story.
So anyway, i discovered this about myself and accepted it. I will try to be the best man (or dog) I can be...blunted fangs, muted claws and all...and this is my journey to becoming that
Bachelor's Conundrum
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UR ONLY COMMENT,I ACTUALLY BLIV THT ITS JUST THE BATTLE OFTHE SEXES , POT CALLING KETTLE BAD, GUYS ARE JUST AS BAD THEMSELVES, WHO IS WORSE.......OF COURSE IM A GIRL SO I SAY GUYS ARE WORSE.
Guys made girls bad...girls knew what they were dipping their head into in the first place and still went ahead...so I'll say...we're all guilty...that's my story and I'm sticking to it!!!...okay this is not an absiolute!!!
Ok, so this is how it all began...
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