Safat
I don't hate men. I just can't stand being around most of
them.
I'm intelligent, perceptive and am quite prepared to engage in
give-and-take in a relationship, as long as you do the same. You are also
required to leave your ego at the door and discuss with me the situations that
arise in the normal course of life honestly, logically and with the same degree
of fearlessness and consideration that I bring to the table.
Don't fuck with me and hope to get away with it. Falling down on the job at
your end results in a reduce-you-to-a-quivering-puddle sharp, and lengthy,
rebuke from me, and the subsequent loss of me from your life. My loss you say?
I'm a Bitch you say? You know in your heart that the loss is yours, and the fact
that you call me a Bitch is just par for the course, water off a duck's
back.
I have only two buttons to NOT push:
- DON'T discuss/dissect other women by their body parts in front of me -
and if you are the sort who would do so in mixed company when I am not in the
room, I'll find out about it sooner or later and dump you just as fast as if you
HAD done it in front of me.
- DON'T be a lazy asshole if we are living under the same roof - I expect
you to pull your weight across the board. This means that you can't lean on
making more money, or being especially good in bed, as an excuse not to do
dishes, yard work and all the rest around the house. After all, we would both be
earning a living and be good in bed if we were apart, wouldn't
we?
Country: Canada
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