"Nice curves" thinks my brain, before adding, ‘She should leave now."
Stand-Alone Dreamer | 10 August 2008, 1:34pm
Another Random Chick: She doesn't seem very smart.
Abi: She isn't.
Another Random Chick: She's rude, too.
Abi: And presumptuous, and untrustworthy and drug addicted.
Another Random Chick: So why even bother?
Abi: You want me to answer that or you want us to remain friends?
Another Random Chick: Get something straight, Abi. We've never been friends.
Sadly, I have reached a period in my life where I no longer want to date stupid materialistic sluts. I used to think that stupid materialistic sluts were the way to go because it was easy to fool them (They are stupid - they'll believe anything), it was easy to get them to bed (they're sluts), and it was easy to buy my way out of trouble (they're materialistic). I mean, in this age of convenience and superficiality, who wouldn't want a materialistic slut?
In an effort to grow, I've been trying to get pass them and find nice girls who can find my inner blah blah blah whatever and grow old with me and raise a family and I don't know, something about spirituality and stuff like that (You get the point - I haven't really thought this out).
But just because I don't want the stupid-meterialistic kinds doesn't mean that they stopped wanting me.
Recently, I told one of my old time friendsthat I wanted to stop all that bullshit and find a nice girl I could settle down with and maybe start one of those adult lives....
His response: "No dude. You're like the last of the Mohicans. We live through you. There's nothing better than watching you get a phone call, say ‘baby' over and over again to chicks named Tanya and Simi and what not all while you try to play it off like you're not blowing them off to hang out at a lake side or something. Dude, don't you realize the rest of us need you to be Abi?"
Sigh.
This chick is an idiot. She's rude. She's crude. She spends most of her money on drugs. She has an attitude problem.
But those legs...
She never returns phone calls. She thinks polio is an Italian name and not an old disease. She drools over hot celebrities; to the point where it becomes childish and annoying. She can never remember my last name.
But those breasts...
She thinks that name-dropping famous people she's met makes for good conversation. She has no idea about that trust vote thingy and once referred to Pranab Mukherjee as "Pranab Roy" and then insisted that I was wrong when I pointed out that he was the NDTV guy. She hasn't read a book since industrial revolution.
But that face...
Look, this is nothing new. The body and the mind often don't cooperate with stuff like this. You see, my brain hates her and my body loves her; after sometime my brain clears and sees exactly what my body fell in love with.
The body gives into primal urges. The mind tries to expand.
The body notices cleavage. The mind notices IQ.
The world is not perfect. And since we're an embodiment of the above said world...well, we pretty much suck. Nothing we can do and all that.
"Nice curves" thinks my brain, before adding, ‘She should leave now."
Some days I just hate myself. But hate passes.
And anyway, those breasts...
Current Mood: Watching the clouds - It might just rain today!
Current Music: "She Will Have Her Way" - Neil Finn
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