I didn't even bother.

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While resting as I prepare to sleep, I looked over vids.  A few new ones, but nothing interesting.  Then I saw a few.

In one, there were cartoon chicks, talking about men.  One of the gals was saying that her guy didn't cry watching the Titanic.  Her friend asked if men even had feelings.  Oh, I laughed.  I did.  That kind of feelings?  No.  If a woman is mad at you, she could watch you bleed to death and not care.  How they count feelings has nothing to do with ethics, goodness, or else.  Had to laugh.

Then, saw another.  It suggested that I could be missing the cues that a woman is interested in me.  A?  Probably not.  But, b?  I don't care.  I don't care if a woman is interested in me unless I am interested in her, think I have a shot.  Otherwise, I simply don't care what she thinks, like, or what.

From what I have seen, women are fickle.  Beside my lack of interest in what a particular woman is interested in, I have zero doubts that her interest will be gone in a New York second.  Whether something else grabs her attention, a different guy walks by whom she has more interest, or she just loses interest altogether.  And... they do.  Even if you marry a woman, she will go between hot and cold faster than she can bat those batwing eyelashes.

Had to laugh, at both.  I'm not sure who they are writing those for?  Men who are insecure, broken?  For their own neurotic systems?  Seeing what b.s. they can sell, what sells, who will buy?  I just laughed.  Life is easy for some of us.  We know how things work.  Doesn't mean I can catch the finest tuna on a ten pound line.  Just that I know I can't.  But, also, know that the finest tuna is only good fresh, and isn't caught but for commercial uses.

A trophy wife, for example, is simply an expensive prostitute.  Very, expensive... prostitute.  For her to stay trophy, she can't have children.  Which... means she'll never be a real wife.  And a mother type woman can't serve.  It's... even when done exactly right... bait and switch.

There isn't an easy way out, there is not perfect system.  Everything everyone thinks, up front, is wrong.  Even if she plans on being a full time giving, loving, woman.  If you have children, that simply isn't possible.  If she doesn't have that as part of the plan, it is less, even if she offers more.  Odd how that works.  

Yes, laugh, I did.  Not just at, with too.  Not just you, myself as well.  The fumbling, odd, humility that goes with being human... man, woman, child?  Do enjoy.  Do laugh, even when it hurts.  Do enjoy.  It's a great gift, but with costs.  

Some of it is real.  Some of it is dangerous.  Laugh, enjoy, be entertained.  I need to get on to bed.

Goodnight.