Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Wolf in Sheeps Skin

A wolf in sheeps skin opened a brand new door on Saturday (you'll later see what this means in detail below - the funny thing is, he doesn't know I know he's a wolf. His teeth are bared under that fake ass wool) An Epiphany.. if you must. That the best way to really KNOW somebody - hear this - is to date them. To date them as the not-getting-married dating, the casual dating. You'll go through the motions, the honeymoon phase and whatever else, then embrace not being THE ONE by truly discovering who a person is. That's when someone will treat you exactly the way they WANT to treat you, and you'll see true colors.
Most girls want... (or should I say 'Go For') Assholes. Why? There's something about assholes. It's the way they carry themselves, the way they speak to you, the way they talk like they can fuck your brains out and splatter them all over the wall, the way they play the kiss-catch, hot-cold, game. They're unpredictable. Exciting. Rewarding. A Real Catch... also, assholes are talented at pretending to be an okay guy 'underneath it all'. Usually, assholes are graced with the, "he's nice once you get to know him" card. But these are the obvious assholes... the Wolves. I'm talking about the guys you were genuinely convinced were nice people, and turned out to be extra basic assholes. I dare to compare them to the characters I hear men go on about all the time, the women who pretend to be exactly what you want... and then later reveal they're ugly medusa heads. they need a name. mmm. thinking, thinking... bitches. There's the obvious ones... they're openly materialistic, shallow and so uncool. Then there's the ones who figure out how to fake being an okay-chic... only to later reveal herself.
The one who dates these wolves in sheeps skin are the ones who can probably argue that they know these people better than they know themselves. People might say your friends KNOW you know you, but friends only see aspects of you at given times. Think about it, refer back to the last not-serious relationship you had...

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