Thursday, September 14, 2006
{ 9:35 AM }
I've come to terms with the fact that the male species ARE promiscuous. I've accepted that fact. It's very not-me. I want my man to be all over me, all mine. Idealistic, I know. Them boys, cheking out other girls, texting them, be-friending them (and trust me it's not all about befriending), flirting with them and hitting the hoem run even.
I don't (and won't) deny that I've had my share of brawls and bruises with the love, questioning commitment and loyalties over third wheel women. After the rage and fury, when nerves have calmed and breath stabilises, come the questions.
Why did you do it? Am I not good enough? Who is she? How do you expect me to trust you again? You don't expect me to track your every move do you? How could you do it to me? What does she mean to you? Why is she better? What? When? Where? Why? How?
There are no definite answers. Blame them, genes. Pfft
At the end of the day, what I've learnt is that his heart is true. Loyal like none other. What every lady should know is that if you know him inside out, you've shared his life, you've lived his life, you've gone through hell and back (and I mean serious hell), you trust and believe him and he likewise to you, then all other shit does not exists. You live in a bubble, just the two of you.
Take comfort in knowing that if somehow, unexplainably he does something to disappoint you, that you're the one he comes back to, the one he wants for the rest of his life.
If that doesn't make you feel better, well think about it this way the other ho' has just downright dirtily embarassed herself by sleeping/making out/whatever with a guy who doesnt give two cents about her and rest assure that the fellow boyfriend/husband will be sharing, actually SPREADING, the news of his conquest the next day and we all know how fast news gets around. Great for you reputation darlin'.
I love my boyfriend. That's all there is to it. It's our world, just the two of us. We will rule and break rules. Noone, nothing, no force can separate us because we own the greatest force of all. Just the two of us. Even in death, we will never part. Forever and ever, babe.
I've come to terms with the fact that the male species ARE promiscuous. I've accepted that fact. It's very not-me. I want my man to be all over me, all mine. Idealistic, I know. Them boys, cheking out other girls, texting them, be-friending them (and trust me it's not all about befriending), flirting with them and hitting the hoem run even.
I don't (and won't) deny that I've had my share of brawls and bruises with the love, questioning commitment and loyalties over third wheel women. After the rage and fury, when nerves have calmed and breath stabilises, come the questions.
Why did you do it? Am I not good enough? Who is she? How do you expect me to trust you again? You don't expect me to track your every move do you? How could you do it to me? What does she mean to you? Why is she better? What? When? Where? Why? How?
There are no definite answers. Blame them, genes. Pfft
At the end of the day, what I've learnt is that his heart is true. Loyal like none other. What every lady should know is that if you know him inside out, you've shared his life, you've lived his life, you've gone through hell and back (and I mean serious hell), you trust and believe him and he likewise to you, then all other shit does not exists. You live in a bubble, just the two of you.
Take comfort in knowing that if somehow, unexplainably he does something to disappoint you, that you're the one he comes back to, the one he wants for the rest of his life.
If that doesn't make you feel better, well think about it this way the other ho' has just downright dirtily embarassed herself by sleeping/making out/whatever with a guy who doesnt give two cents about her and rest assure that the fellow boyfriend/husband will be sharing, actually SPREADING, the news of his conquest the next day and we all know how fast news gets around. Great for you reputation darlin'.
I love my boyfriend. That's all there is to it. It's our world, just the two of us. We will rule and break rules. Noone, nothing, no force can separate us because we own the greatest force of all. Just the two of us. Even in death, we will never part. Forever and ever, babe.
That aside, pictures! (of which I am too lazy to caption) We attended a friend's wedding on Sunday night. I would wish them the best of luck, but I think you should create your own luck. To the newly weds, may they have billions of beautiful babies and they're fire will burn bright forever.
The lovely couple, who were so occupied that an actualy picture of them was too much to ask.
Bad photographer, drunk I'd say. But yes, the ladies.
The guys, all pimped out and the groom (yellow tie)
They be brothers for life.
The guys, all looking very sharp.
They have their vain moments too.
No introduction needed.
Just lovely, I feel anyway.