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I've noticed of late that whenever one of my friends gets into turmoil with one of their girlfriends I generally seem to take his side over hers. Somethings wrong and he's generally the victim. Maybe my friends are a bunch of sissies, getting manhandled by their women. Maybe it's not me, but I've noticed a pattern of seeing the guy's side of things over the gal's side of things.
So I think I've come to realize what the dynamic is that makes me love all ladies, but give the ones who date my friends a hard time. Why would I give any ladies a hard time? They smell nice, their body has way less hair, etc etc. Shouldn't all ladies get a blank check from the Brian Lord?
Here's my theory: I hold these specific ladies to a higher standard because I don't want anything from them. They're going out with my bros, so my relatio0nship to them is indirect and limited. The normal dynamic between the man (me) and the woman (my friend's lady) is dissipated, that dynamic being the man desiring the woman and pursuing her and laughing at her jokes and finding a legal parking spot for her at 6 in the morning to avoid a ticket et al.
Women have this forcefield that eminates from certain regions of themselves. Maybe we'll call it the "Jedi Pu_ _y Mind Trick." When a woman wants a man to do something she waves her "wand" around as if to say "these are not the droids you're looking for." Men are defenseless and so they do as they are commanded. Ladies you know what I'm talking about! Let me hear it from the ladies!
But the hypnosis can be neutralized by one thing: dating one of my friends. So what happens is the ladies go about their day waving their thang in the air, getting their way. But then they come to me and their powers are neutralized. Their powers don't work on me. I see what's up. But with that force-field gone a brotha can start to see the short-comings of the lady's argument, her logic, etc etc. That forcefield was the mortar in between their brick and now without it, those bricks drop like a, well, like a brick.
I'm not sure if I am detecting lady's bullshit here, or my own bullshit. Maybe it's not the people, it's the systematic bullshit that binds us and surrounds us. I'm not sure. I've been questioning myself of late and now perhaps I've found an answer. I love my friends and their girlfriends, and I now realize that I hold them all to the same high standards that I myself have spent a lifetime avoiding. It's a strange sensation. But ladies love cool James and being equal, yes?
So I think I've come to realize what the dynamic is that makes me love all ladies, but give the ones who date my friends a hard time. Why would I give any ladies a hard time? They smell nice, their body has way less hair, etc etc. Shouldn't all ladies get a blank check from the Brian Lord?
Here's my theory: I hold these specific ladies to a higher standard because I don't want anything from them. They're going out with my bros, so my relatio0nship to them is indirect and limited. The normal dynamic between the man (me) and the woman (my friend's lady) is dissipated, that dynamic being the man desiring the woman and pursuing her and laughing at her jokes and finding a legal parking spot for her at 6 in the morning to avoid a ticket et al.
Women have this forcefield that eminates from certain regions of themselves. Maybe we'll call it the "Jedi Pu_ _y Mind Trick." When a woman wants a man to do something she waves her "wand" around as if to say "these are not the droids you're looking for." Men are defenseless and so they do as they are commanded. Ladies you know what I'm talking about! Let me hear it from the ladies!
But the hypnosis can be neutralized by one thing: dating one of my friends. So what happens is the ladies go about their day waving their thang in the air, getting their way. But then they come to me and their powers are neutralized. Their powers don't work on me. I see what's up. But with that force-field gone a brotha can start to see the short-comings of the lady's argument, her logic, etc etc. That forcefield was the mortar in between their brick and now without it, those bricks drop like a, well, like a brick.
I'm not sure if I am detecting lady's bullshit here, or my own bullshit. Maybe it's not the people, it's the systematic bullshit that binds us and surrounds us. I'm not sure. I've been questioning myself of late and now perhaps I've found an answer. I love my friends and their girlfriends, and I now realize that I hold them all to the same high standards that I myself have spent a lifetime avoiding. It's a strange sensation. But ladies love cool James and being equal, yes?
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