K, I’m sick of those articles in slutty mags (I’m looking at you, Cosmo) that reads “10 Ways To Make Men Want You” or “Be The Girl of
HIS dream” and yadda yaddi yadda. Seriously, how many things should we do in order to please MEN?!
We’ve tolerate their insensitivity, we’ve tolerate their immature behaviors, we’ve tolerate the bad fashion, we’ve tolerate their 8GB porn stash, we’ve tolerate them being a complete ass for years (Miyaki* and Karina*-gate, you know like Watergate) and yet they STILL act like bafoon sometimes.
I’m sorry for the harsh intro. Look, people are constantly telling women to do this and that in order to make guys happy and secure and feel like they’re the luckiest creature on the planet. I’ve certainly done every single tips they’ve elaborated in media, but none of them works.
Dear Tony*, I’ve done everything for you, dude. From being your mistress to your doormat. I did ‘em all. Now, what about what I want?! Sure I want the latest collection by IRO or Sandro or Carven. Sure I want the Louboutin Pigalle. Sure I want that coveted Givenchy bag and a week of romantic getaway in Paris. I WANT THAT. Who doesn’t?! (maybe a girl from rural Idaho only wants the trip to Paris). But beneath all that superficial wishes, I also want other things that are more profound.
I want that grand romantic gesture. Yeah you can try be John Cusack and hold a boombox up high. But I desperately want that grand romantic gesture. Sure you came all the way to where I live right now but then you told me you’ve hooked up with that redneck from bitchtown. Eww. All the romance went down faster than the sinking of Titanic.
I want to know your friends. I honestly don’t understand why you’re so repulsed with the idea of me getting to know your friends. Am ITHATugly? Do I smell like a bajillion years old monkey crap? Do I look like Prince?! WHY?! ARE YOU EMBARRASSED OF ME?!
I want you to STOP BEING CONFUSE. Honestly. It was exciting and interesting during the first 2 years, but as time goes by it starts to feel old. And annoying as fuck.
I want you to be sensitive sometimes. You know I had BAD DAYS. I know you DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO ME. But at least you could’ve try to have decent conversation with me! By replying in an instant, just like a normal conversation could have been. I know you were busy eating ice cream or hanging out with your precious friends, but I fucking need you to be there for me! Cuz your old fling made me feel like crap…..ok scratch that, YOU made me feel like crap by having a thing and posting her gigantic face on instagram which I just knew recently!!!! I want you to spare like an hour to call me and listen to me while I’m yapping like a lunatic just because I feel like talking to you and hearing your voice is the only thing that can make me feel better. But nope. You ate ice cream.
I never want to marry you or ask you to get your ass here right now.
Heck, I never want anything. I just want to feel loved. To know that you’re there for me. To feel special. To feel like I’m the luckiest person in this goddamn world. To feel like…….I’m not insane! And I’m sure as hell
do not want your pity.
I appreciate and respect every single thing you did for me. And I told you that already, no? But man. Sometimes, I guess we better off as friends…..or acquintances instead. Or better yet, maybe stop all contacts. If this was to end, I don’t wanna have you in my life anymore. Because it’d be hella painful to see you with the girl of your dream and because I deserve more than being treated like a mistress. I know my shits. I know ME and I know what I want. This is the first and last time of me explicitly stating what I want to a man. I did this because you’re too blind to see the fact that you’re wasting me.
and I don’t think I have that many patience left to spare.
NOTE: *NOT REAL NAMES