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No Tea & Sympathy

I am truly exasperated. I don’t understand women who offer their hearts to emotional cowards and let them make mince meat out of them. Why, they practically serve it up on a platter with strawberries and cream on the side. Good Gawd! What is wrong with you women folk. Protect yourself!

If he can’t discipline his roving eye, discard him after you've blinded him. If he can’t decide between you and another poor woman, why are you even waiting around for him to choose? Is he Indie Jones picking the Holy Grail?? Go attend to the 15 men who are serenading outside your window. If he comes knocking at your door with roses and a charming smile, slam the door on his face, preferrably after you've punched him. You forgive once, and he will make you make a habit of it.

Go, lead your life with passion but without maudlin sentimentality.

Now run along, and don’t come looking for tea & sympathy from your Agony Aunt. I have little sympathy for I understand too well that you gave him the right to play with you. Take responsibility, powder your nose and move on.

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Anonymous said…
Interesting blog!!

Immunity develops with time, age and experience.

At a stage of life, mature thought process automatically protects a female from falling for a jerk. However, man-breed is almost of same-nature irrespective of their profession, caste, religion.

They are classified as 'hunters'. A female should be more mature and witty to protect herself from hunting.

If I look back in life and recall the men, whom I left for some reason and who left me for some reason, i've no regrets!! Things happened for good :)
14 Feb 2009, 23:49:00
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