On women

I have a girlfriend ,or at least I think I do. As an ex-boyfriend to one girl who I totally fell in love with and went out with for 8 months only to be relieved of my romantic duties ,an ex-fling to one nice chic who I almost fell in love for too (pheuks!) ,an ex-dumper to one rebound with whom I haven't quite understood to date why I was involved with in the first place ,it is quite obvious I was just in it for the lungula. And we are what modern society might term as friends with benefits and even the friends bit is even a bit overstated because for our case we hardly call each other to just talk, at least not anymore. We are more like sensual partners , that's the way I prefer to put it.

So from these many yet concisely described experiences I have undergone with nominees of the fairer sex I obviously have my self conclusive take on them. Today I touch on fact one. Feel free to pick your stones and aim.

Chics can be highly indecisive yet strangely impatient. This would be the moment at which the more affected kind with this trait shift to another blog/webpage or start a personal outrage in their minds to label me a sexist ,masochistic pig or whatever ''sophisticated'' word that comes in handy when they want to describe guys with warped views on the woman's ability. But believe it or not I personally made the comment to one chic and she calmly accepted the first bit. Take a case in point , me and my chic are walking into a shoe store. She wants to check out which shoes she's going to buy. She isn't really going to buy them right away because she doesn't have the cash but it sure would be nice if I offered to buy them for her...sure it would. So she proceeds to step two; Selection. After 20 minutes of strolling in circles we wind up at the grand divide that separates the black open flats with white flowers plus sparkly straps and the navy blue opens with a thicker sole and white flowers as well. Now, the funny bit is not that we are trying to decide between two pairs with such little difference in appearance as well as price but its the fact that we just left a supermarket before this store which had the exact pair of black open flats and she already claimed not to like them. So eventually she goes with the navy blue one after like 10 minutes of intense psycho-analytical evaluations (or so it seemed from the look on her face) and of course my very available and ready consultation. Fortunately I was not too agitated with the situation given my first girlfriend had taken me through a more gruelling but similar process at the same store once. And whats more ,she had her pal with her to compound the dilemma. It was nothing short of a time-wasting masterpiece. And still I was patient enough not to walk away unconcernedly and find a more engaging plot. Patience. That's all it takes