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Saturday night, sitting at home alone in front of the computer, working late. Listening to music and checking for messages on my phone, e-mail, BBM, MSN, Facebook; nothing. Update my status with some stupid line from a movie or a song, something about hating guys? No, don't want to seem desperate and annoy people with the same ol' story. Something about my fabulous personality and ridiculous life maybe? Yes, that'll do for tonight. Phone rings... YES!! Finally someone asking me if I want to go... oh, it's just my service provider telling me I'm late on my phone bill payment, again... Shit, gotta go pay my bill tomorrow...
That's my social life in a nutshell... "This poor friendless creature" you might be thinking right now. Well, let me tell you something, I do have friends. And they do ask me to go out, however I don't go out every night since I don't have the funds to do so and because I am not Kim Kardashian or Paris freakin' Hilton and don't get payed to go clubbing. Stupid celebrities famous for nothing... What's this post about you wonder by now? Well this is basically me bitching about how I have to sit home alone because people suck! And by "people" I mean men. No, not men, because there certainly is nothing manly about the guys I know.
To me a real man is not the one who is getting some ass every night or the one who thinks he can call me only when he wants to and just when he wants to get some... No! That is NOT a real man. A real man is a gentleman. A real man is respectful, polite, understanding and knows how to appreciate real women. Yes, my idea of a real man is not real at all.
I'm not going to lie and say that all women are angels and are ladies but we'll talk about their kind later. Tonight I want to address the "gentlemen" of the world.
See I've always thought of myself as a good girl. I got good grades in school, ate my veggies, listened to my parents, never broke the rules and new exactly where I was headed. Until now. Lately I have been feeling like maybe I'm not quite what I think of myself... No, scratch that, men are not seeing me the way I know I have to be seen. Here's a question: what makes a lady look like a piece of meat? Who's to say what a girl wants if not the girl in question? I don't think I'm the kind to be thought of as a "booty call" or "a one night stand" or whatever it is you want to call it. I am quite aware I'm not what you'd call a babe, I don't have a smoking body and even though I think I'm good looking I know I'm not the hottest, prettiest one in the room. I know. But men don't seem to care about the fact that I'm smart, opinionated, passionate and stand up for my beliefs, these men seem to think they can treat me like the only thing that matters about me is what's between my legs. Well I got news for you guys, I'm not falling for it!
Guys really need to clean up their act. Being sex-obsessed rude jerks is NOT attractive. If there is anyone out there paying attention, please let the rest of your kind know that it is not cool to treat a perfectly respectable woman as a piece of meat that you can objectify and fool to get into her pants. Don't even bother. I don't fall for that act, never have, never will. So, f*ck you! Man-up and cut the crap.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
All the women in the world.