Questions and questions about the construction and deconstruction of relationships up to and including the deeper understanding of men just makes the whole relationship environment a complete collusion. What a sentence. Its definitely a run-on but nonetheless full of explanation.
"My brain and my bones don't want to take this anymore!" A true frustration explanation spoken by the ever-so-inspirational Kate Nash. Its true. Women near and far are frustrated at the way the modern man behaves. And as a result feel that nothing can explain the way that they feel other than the moniker of the title article. The modern women has many choices nowadays and those choices inflict the ability for us to mortally expose our self to a litany of bad decisions. We are able to pursue a man; and we all know this is the case. Long gone are days of waiting by the telephone for a call of Friday or Saturday night inquisition towards a potential date. We make the call because men know right well that its not necessary to be aggressive. A woman can rush home from a long and exhausting day at work to bake a pie or whip up a gourmet dinner all to be shunned by an impending baseball or basketball match. 10-10:30 at the latest is the most distasteful reaction a woman can receive from a male via text message. How does one reply to such a stab? Initially I would assume a typical woman would seer the initial sting of the typeset however cave at the opportunity no matter what time of night just to avoid the strain of loneliness. All-in-all this would not surprise me; as I too at one weak and lowly point in my life would express. A reformed depression-baby I react in a manner that not only puts a sharp jab in any reader's inbox but most likely prevents future encounter. I reply in the manner that I deem maintains my dignity; let's not then. Its open-ended as the male on the other end breathes a sigh of relief. Most likely the tardy acceptance of an invitation would be acceptable to any woman but not I. And here comes the lesson;
The initial knee-jerk reaction would be for a woman to be accepting as I expressed before. No one wants to be alone at night and I fully comprehend. However, what is the desire to stay up later than you want to, being a stepping-stone to one's convenience is never advised. There is nothing sweet about any male coming to your bedside spelling of stale Smithwick's and overall bar atmosphere. Gag! Any girl at the sheer thought of such a behavior would rather go it alone to sleepy town smelling of lemon musk and tide freshly washed sheets. Take a pass. When he arrives at your door with a dull sweatshirt, despondent trousers and sports socks; there is nothing sweet about it. Its downright repulsive. And on that note I need another glass of Merlot to wash down the vomit that reared its ugly head when I typed that last line.
Gag!!! Gulp!!! Better. Night Night Ladies!
"My brain and my bones don't want to take this anymore!" A true frustration explanation spoken by the ever-so-inspirational Kate Nash. Its true. Women near and far are frustrated at the way the modern man behaves. And as a result feel that nothing can explain the way that they feel other than the moniker of the title article. The modern women has many choices nowadays and those choices inflict the ability for us to mortally expose our self to a litany of bad decisions. We are able to pursue a man; and we all know this is the case. Long gone are days of waiting by the telephone for a call of Friday or Saturday night inquisition towards a potential date. We make the call because men know right well that its not necessary to be aggressive. A woman can rush home from a long and exhausting day at work to bake a pie or whip up a gourmet dinner all to be shunned by an impending baseball or basketball match. 10-10:30 at the latest is the most distasteful reaction a woman can receive from a male via text message. How does one reply to such a stab? Initially I would assume a typical woman would seer the initial sting of the typeset however cave at the opportunity no matter what time of night just to avoid the strain of loneliness. All-in-all this would not surprise me; as I too at one weak and lowly point in my life would express. A reformed depression-baby I react in a manner that not only puts a sharp jab in any reader's inbox but most likely prevents future encounter. I reply in the manner that I deem maintains my dignity; let's not then. Its open-ended as the male on the other end breathes a sigh of relief. Most likely the tardy acceptance of an invitation would be acceptable to any woman but not I. And here comes the lesson;
The initial knee-jerk reaction would be for a woman to be accepting as I expressed before. No one wants to be alone at night and I fully comprehend. However, what is the desire to stay up later than you want to, being a stepping-stone to one's convenience is never advised. There is nothing sweet about any male coming to your bedside spelling of stale Smithwick's and overall bar atmosphere. Gag! Any girl at the sheer thought of such a behavior would rather go it alone to sleepy town smelling of lemon musk and tide freshly washed sheets. Take a pass. When he arrives at your door with a dull sweatshirt, despondent trousers and sports socks; there is nothing sweet about it. Its downright repulsive. And on that note I need another glass of Merlot to wash down the vomit that reared its ugly head when I typed that last line.
Gag!!! Gulp!!! Better. Night Night Ladies!
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