Aiya, Girls again.

It’s just something that pelted up in me… so i went amok and type all these down. Not angry or depress, just a casual observation… over years.

There’s no way to understand girls. I gave up trying to understand them.
Ok, I’ll tell you my story and why I think and feel so : there’s no way to understand girls.

I’m single, as usual. And the worse thing is I am so used to it, I don’t feel nothing about it anymore. And that’s supposed to be something to be happy about right? or erm, nvm.

During the past few years, I was like chasing girls. Everytime trying to understand them : what would she want from me as her guy? For one, I thought she wanted a cool guy. I got myself to be the coolest person on earth, I think I overdid and we sort of drift apart. I was no more her type.

Then I met a girl, I thought she would go out with a guy like me : kidding everywhere, being shy and reckless. Apparently, I was too shallow. Another chance went begging.

So I said to myself, OK now I’ll try my best to understand the next. She was a good and decent girl and I thought she wanted a good guy. I did all on earth to be a good person, a good and loving guy. I would be there when she needed me. But still It didn’t work out. That really depressed me because I tried everything to understand her but couldn’t.

And through all these, I never succeeded in getting them to be my boo!

BOO! HAHA.

I won’t no more try to understand girls, what they want from a guy.

You know the people I hang around with, telling me to go out with the next girl I meet because life is so short, everything can happen and I have to live every single moment of it. But then I can’t. In fact with every girl I went out : I tried that very best : being sincere, being the one I think she would want me to be. Then I realised this:

ONLY bad boys get the gals!

It’s no rocket science. It’s no mystery. Girls, come on, admit it – A guy can do EVERYTHING nice in da world for you, but if he’s not a challenge, if he’s like a nice cute little puppy who listen to your every whim, you won’t like him. Not a bit.

A real man is a bad man with his own agenda, his evil grins and mind games. Makes you go crazy with his sudden attacks, and withdrawals. You missed him one second, and the next he throws in some MCP attitude at you – at the same time, he’s ever the gentleman who brings you out, kisses you and then insults you with a funny remark the next moment. A challenge, that’s what you girls like.

So unlike me la. I am so boring a guy.

Am I close to guessing what you ladies want?

Anyway, I saw this on the Net the other day:

Woody Allen:
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you’re getting this down.

=) So funny.

Rock on.

~ by eclecticderby on September 26, 2007.