my whole point is that men are expected to be instigators of everything relationship-related...
it puts everything in a perspective that suggests women are the sole decision makers and that men have to consult them on every issue like a high priestess of procreation.
maybe if girls started asking guys out ---oh, crap... the topics bending--- i mean look at the situation here...
we started off where men were elevated above women socially, and now everybody's working and voting and cooking and cleaning but men still have to do all that caveman bullshit.
it's the guy that has to fix things, carry heavy crap, kill beasties, beat up muggers, and pay child support, and yet we're the ones expected to walk up to some girl we're crazy about with our stomach bubbling and heart pounding to ask them out and wait for their DESCISION!!!
if they say no, we have to sit through some lame ass long drawn out bullshit excuse as to why they're not interested when all they have to say is "sorry, no, i think i can do better". but even the long drawn out crap is only delivered after a series of questions to draw out the suffering more and to feed her ego with a million reasons as to why you asked her out in the first place...
however if all goes well (and one has been hitting the gym), she say's yes...
this is step one in a long drawn out hell known as being a guy...
for a guy a relationship is just this long blindfolded walk down the road to dumpsville, for girls it's an exiting world of flowcharts and discissions...
will i have sex today, does this engagement ring look expensive enough, will i have an argument today, etc. etc.
for the guy, it's hang around, and on occasion it's: oh we're having sex now, oh we're having an argument now, oh we're getting married, oh i have to kill that woolly mammoth...etc. etc.
so when it comes down to the abortion debate, i think after all that, the fact that when it comes to babies it takes two to make but only one to break, something’s seriously wrong chromo-town!!!
and any guy that that has the decision made for him, should demand his sperm back in an unreasonable fit anger, undo every tightened faucet, put everything back up on the high shelves, detune the VCR, deliver a box of spiders to her, and burn our jockstraps singing "what's a matter you, hey" while smoke and drink and use the "C" word every 2 cunting seconds!!!
RAHHH!!!
war out.
EDIT: spelling ...
This post has been edited by barend: 27 October 2005 - 08:32 PM