Sadly, I am a romantic type of person and I am also a poetic type of person and a combination of those two kinds of characteristics make for a human being that is obsessed with the concept and notion of love
I know that I have a skewed view in this area, but I also have unrealistic expectations about love because, in my mind, it is somewhat of a fantasy

Having said all of that, I will forgive inconsistencies, frailties, faults, and problems faster than a more rational sane human would because of my romanticism right and my desire to experience this long-term everlasting unconditional love that I don’t really think exists but I still keep looking for evidence of  
But there are some things that I simply cannot excuse
I cannot get past them
I cannot work through them- it just will not make a helpful, hopeful, happy relationship between me and another human if they exist.
For example, if you have negative or even supposedly positive things to say about women in general, and if you say when trying to explain to me about this group and name them like Mexican women, tall women, fat women, black women, any of those things in the introductory stage of us getting to know one another my mind immediately shuts down.
It doesn’t matter.
If you’re going to say some positive attribute about this group or a negative attribute the fact that you sat down with your free time and tried to rationalize how this group should behave or has behaved, and you feel like as a person with none of the prerequisite parts none of the hormonal changes, none of the challenges in this world, to tell me, a person who is in one of these groups by nature, because you simply used the group women in your description of 
How that group behaves
how they act
how they should behave
how they should act
I am immediately done with you.
You were speaking about a board game that you are not a player in and you are making grandiose and unsubstantiated claims of knowledge about the entities in the group with which you have an opinion on and you feel that telling me is either going to make me like you more or respect you or maybe you don’t really give a fuck what my thoughts are but you just want to talk about this out loud to somebody
whatever the case may be
it’s over  
One or two things is going to happen. I am going to embarrass you and or hurt your feelings, or I am going to ghost you because I don’t have the strength or energy or desire to correct you.
That’s my life minutes, being stripped away in an argument with a fool.
I want to believe that there is a man somewhere who, upon meeting me, doesn’t feel like he needs to compare me to any other experience that he has been in before he is so enthralled with my entire persona, the physical aspects the characteristics I display my everything is appealing and he’s interested in getting to know me and asking questions about me and wanting to spend time with me and it doesn’t have anything to do with anybody and yes it is only in my imagination
I know that this person does not exist.
I know that this kind of love is only on paper and it’s something that I have written, and will probably continue to write.
I am in a Fantasy and there’s no escape other than death so if you just so happen to be a male human who finds me remotely physically attractive and you’ve decided that in your investigation of me, you are going to peruse my blog to see if we have any mutual interest and comment if you catch this post and you read it all the way to the end and you still bring your monkey ass over to me and say something about women are…  
I should be able to legally slap you across the face with a white glove and you should have no complaints.
How fucking romantic is that? 
See you soon asshole.


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