The Love of a Good Man

This is something else to be added to my under-rated list but I feel it deserves more attention, hence it having it's own post.

The love of a good man is one of the BEST things a woman can have. However, to achieve the love of a GOOD man, you need to first respect yourself. Tis true that nobody will respect you unless you respect yourself, this is why many of the brown-skinned females I know have never been in a successful relationship, expecting your partner to think the world of you when you do not think the same of yourself is redundant, it will not happen.

Another thing, the love this decent man gives you comes in differing shapes and forms, simply because a man doesn't hold doors open for you or ring you every 5 minutes to see what you are doing, is not an indication of the fact that he does not love you. My very own good man hardly ever rang me before we lived together and I still knew the love was there.

The love of a good man is conditional, I believe that nobody can love another person unconditionally, human nature is not cut out to do this. That is kinda strange if you think about it, as what else could love? Robots cannot love and it is unclear whether animals love their offspring unconditionally, though to me it seems unlikely. Even your parents do not love you unconditionally, no matter how much they say they do, there is always something you can do which makes them stop loving you. I used to think it was unconditional but now I know different.

The difference between the love of a good man and the lust of a man pretending to be a loving good man is easy to spot once you have been burnt a few times, though not many ladies clock onto this. A good man is the kind of man who will tell you the truth in the most placating way that he can when you need to hear it, the man who pretends to be good will lie to your face and then bugger off when you realise how bad something truly is. A good man need not hold open doors for you, buy you roses on your 2 week-4 day-68hour-35minute anniversary, take you shopping whenever you request it or spend money on you for no reason. A good man is the kinda guy who knows his place (hehehe), one who treats you like a human being and not the princess your Daddy has lead you to believe you are. A good man is the guy who can take the piss out of you in his own unique way, thus making you aware that although he is not paying you compliments, he still loves you. He is the guy who will take care of you when you are ill, because he CARES about you and he wants you to get better, not because he thinks it will score him some brownie points and some extra time in the sack when you are better. The guy who is totally comfortable seeing you without makeup and accepting the fact that if you choose not to wear it, it is your choice and that he will be seen with you even though you are barefaced. The good man is a dying breed and I know of only a few good men (hehehehe).

I'm not really sure who I am addressing this public service announcement to but I think it should go out to men who have ever been disillusioned by women and the love they seek from them. Sometimes you can be the perfect gentleman and a woman still will not take the bait, this doesn't mean you're doing something wrong, the woman might just not like you to be a gentleman all the time. Also, this should go out to the girls who get pissed off when a man doesn't hold doors open for them, carry their handbags or worship the ground they walk on, simply because a guy doesn't do this, does not make him a bastard. God knows that Mr Ross doesn't hold doors open for me, carry my handbag or pull out my chair for me when we go out eating, yet he does take the piss out of me and see me barefaced without flinching and that does me perfectly well.

Tis the good man who subjectifies what "romance" means to him, the wannabe that just does the standard stuff and although those of you who subjectify it might be put off by the fact that the wannabe is getting all the pussy, he will stumble and fall when notions of romance change. You subjective group stay subjective and it will be YOU who finds a woman tailor-made for you and not a woman who expects the world in return for nothing.

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SDR

I love thee.

More than I believe it is ever possible for you to know.

There is no action that I can take to show you how much love I have for thee as it would be lacking.

There are also no words that can convey it either.

In the absence of both words and actions, you will just have to take my word for it but remember..thou>*.

The happiest that I am in my time is when I see your face, the smile that you get from me is exclusive, nobody ever sees that smile..ever.

Girls

Are funny creatures.

Although I am one of them, I don't really behave like a girl (well, a typical desi girl, hehehe).

I don't know if this is true of white, black, yellow, orange, purple and pink girls but tis definately true of the brown girls I have had the misfortune to know in the past. The white folk I know find it hard to understand how strange desi girls really are and that I only have one brown friend who is a girl.

Anyway, back to the matter at a hand, looking at it from a young G's perspective, desi girls are strange when it comes to guys.

Most of the time they cuss guys about how they try coming over to them and chatting them up and thus are very "Miss Independent" citing that they do not need guys to have a life, yet the SECOND a guy with money (aka his Dad's car) and "class" (he wears Rockport so he MUST have class as dem garmz ain't cheap) pays them attention, they are all over him like a rash and their territory has been marked (well, only if the guy likes being pissed on). From that time onwards, guys are the best thing since sliced bread, they can do no wrong, funny how fast these girls forget their modern day suffragette-isms, simply because they are getting some.

Then comes the time when the guy is pissed off with the constant phoning to see what he is doing, the constant need to ring and find out how he is every 5 minutes and the constant need to see him to make sure he isn't trying it on with another bird (because trust is only one way in a desi relationship you see, the guy MUST trust the girl, yet the girl can be as suspicious of the guy as she sees fit).

So the guy wants to break it off because she is too possessive (never! Where the hell did he get an idea like that from?!), the girl becomes either stone faced or totally loses all self respect for herself and begs him to stay with her, which he won't do because he is getting bare gash at nex manz yard, init geez. Anywho, guy ends it, girl is upset.

Girl is in depression for days and days as she thinks this was the real thing, when in reality she is more angry at the fact that he won't be spending his money on her and she won't be getting any either.

Guy however, is out fucking other women, girl sits at home and starts getting angry at what has happened to her.

Girl remembers that she is Miss Independent and once again goes on her suffragette missions and tells the world that she doesnae need a guy to validate her existence.

Then some fly boy passes her driving his dad's car, blasting some sik chooons from his standard stereo and we are back to stage one as described above.

What I don't understand is, if you are going to paint yourself as a man hater, then stick to that, every time I have gotten out of a bad relationship, the love for men has always been there (but maybe that's because I am easy and have no morals, unlike the girls in the story mentioned above), so I'm not lying to myself like these girls are. Tis funny how in this day and age, a fast car (which isn't even HIS) can get a girl's knickers off quicker than any concoction of words, actions or drinks.

Men

I don't know if it is just me or if everyone gets this but I find that as I get older, I'm finding people who I would never have found attractive in the past to be exactly that.

I don't know if it is because I appreciate their talents more or if my tastes have grown up.

I remember when I was a kid and I am ashamed to say that I used to think guys in pop groups were fucking gorgeous, now I am repulsed by them (NEVER TAKE THAT THOUGH, THEMZ MA BOYZ!).

Now, I find musicians sexy, i.e. the lead singer of Snow Patrol, back in the day I would have written him off but there is definately something very sexy about him, either the "mood" in which he sings or the fact he is a musician.

Tis not that I find musicians in particular sexy, I feel nothing for Lenny Kravitz or..*add another musician here who is not of Rolling Stone age*, some just do it for me, especially the main man JOHN FRUSCIANTE, man the things I'd do to him!

Anywho, I have also found that you never find any sexy older Indian men, I have told my mates about this hypothesis of mine and they agree, on the tube you see tonnes of sexy older white men but never any desi guys, they are always out of shape, probably what you get for being mama's boys.

There is one guy I used to see all the time, he looked as if he was 20, that is how good his skin was, his hair gave him away though because it was grey..me and my friends were fascinated by him, and he knew this.

Anyway, this is all.

Oh no, men with blue eyes, and I mean proper blue eyes, the kind that sparkle in the winter and in the summer, WHY must you be so sexy? WHY?! Damn you all! Damn you all to my bedroom! *Flutters eyelashes*

Rock out with your cock out

So I had to return a necklace to Debenhams today and pay some bills.

Being the idiot I am, I decided to wear heels.

And to think I rushed out and missed the top 20 rhcp songs too, wankshaftage.

My feet are now blistered and they are hurting me, dagnabbit!

That won't really stand me in good stead for tomorrow, will it?

Ah, never moind. Sometimes I wish I had an Irish accent, thems is sexy.

Anywho, I had no money and thus found nothing at all to buy, until I went into New Look and found a cardigan and a top I wanted last time (they didn't have my size then) but someone, somwhere must be looking down on me because lo and behold, they had it..it was duly purchased.

Kinda scared/worried about tomorrow but I shall be fine.

That is all.

Btw, I find myself falling in love with Snow Patrol.

Hubba Hubba

If I could marry one "famous" person, it would be he.

If that first photo isn't sex on legs, I don't know what is.

I have earphone sex with him twice a day.