The main thing I can't stand about people is their seeming desperation
to have a partner, any partner, men and women alike. With most guys you
just know it's because they want to have sex, and believe me, the scent
of desperation will make me leave your presence faster than you can say
"what's a nice girl like you...."
Why go out with the first male human who smiles/flirts/brings you
flowers, chocolates or any other stupid and pointless romantic gift?
Sorry, most traditional "female" gifts bore or annoy me. If you can't at
least come up with an original dating present or an original topic of
conversation, I don't want to know about you.
I love how guys pretend to be something else when they're trying to pick
up women... and most women encourage them. They talk about "sensitive"
things and wear scented aftershave. Mate, be yourself with me, ok, I
might find it more interesting than some stupid SNAG mould you're trying
to fit yourself into. Anyway, even if I did decide to go out with you on
the basis of your "dating personality," you'll change straight back once
you've got me, so what's the point? If you won't get with someone on the
basis of who they really are, you're looking at the wrong person.
Marriage also pisses me off. I've been to a few marriages, and I've
watched as they make their vows and I think... yeah, that's all very nice
in theory, wouldn't it be nice if we really could predict the
future and say yeah, I'll love you forever, but how often does it really
work out that way? Ok, I might love you now, but hey, who knows what
will happen in the future, so just back the hell off, and don't bother
asking me to marry you, right?
I am also considered heartless in my attitude to kids. Aargh. Kids! The
younger the worse. Babies nauseate me. And you know what nauseates me
even more? Clucky adults. *Why* do you gurgle and babble at the child?
Does anyone else find this as much of a self-insult as me? No, I do not
think your baby is cute, thank you. I think it is a very small human
being, with all that implies. It is chubby with baby fat, it makes
horrible noises to get attention (even more than grownups), it has no
hair, it can't talk, and it frequently makes messes and smells bad.
Cute? No. No, I do not want to hold it. Go away.
Children who can walk and talk are little better, because that's when
they turn into real smart-asses. Ergh. And the parents who dote and
simper...why not just tie lead weights to my feet and throw me in your
wading pool, ok?
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