Monday, June 16, 2008

Why Women Love Carrie Bradshaw

Well, for starters, she is someone most women can never be. An illusionary icon of female strength and independence. A woman with the proverbial "balls" to stay independent until well into her 30s with only a trivial fear of it. Yes, sir, she is one of the guys. ;) She also has a cool gang. Ah, and her signature clothes aren't so bad either. Fashionistas are always a turn on.

The sad reality here is that most women can't stand being single. (Ladies, before you let your impulse kick in, I would like to reiterate that I only said "MOST" and not "ALL".) Somehow they prefer to be married in their twenties because they fear that they will be undesirable in their thirties. They want to be "hooked" or "hitched" before all the men on this planet evaporate into thin air. I can't blame them. The men to women ratio these days is 1:(god knows how many). I don't even know where to put the third sex because they technically cannot reproduce!

What is it so imperative about being in a relationship anyway? I wondered that if they idolized such a woman why can't they live her life? It's like she's the Most Eligible Bachelorette of New York! Is it just talking the talk?

These days we tend to rush things but the world isn't as it was before where life and relationships were simpler. The only thing that needs rushing are your job deadlines. Sadly, everything else needs to wait. True, Carrie is, on occasion, desperate and frustrated but she moves on and the search for Mr. Right continues. In her world, she cannot afford mistakes. Her reality mirrors our own. I really love her character.

For Carrie, I'm pretty sure she will have no regrets in her waiting-dating game. It's frustrating but in the end it's rewarding. For the rest of the women out there, I would like you to wait, not for Mr. Right to come along but for you to reach that stage where you can think clearly with your soon mature mind. Only then can you decide if the man you are seeing is Mr. Right because where it stands in your early twenties EVERYONE is Mr. Right.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

What I am NOT to a woman...

I really take pride in my passive nature towards relationships. It is often a mix of short ang long term anticipation. I assure you that didn't come without the price of a kind of life long experience.

So to sum up what I have become so far:
I am NOT the jealous type. I get jealous but I don't become unreasonable. There's nothing the next guy could be better at loving her than I do. If she leaves me for another guy, well, she wasn't worth it in the first place. Women can smell weakness - get rid of it.
I do NOT run after women. Any girl who likes to be chased by his man or men has some serious attention issues. Suffice it to say I wouldn't go where the other men are going.
I do NOT stalk girlfriends. If they did something wrong, it will come to me.
I do NOT believe in second chances. If I screw up I will not receive forgiveness. I should provide the same line of leniency.
I do NOT necessarily give what my girlfriend wants. I prefer to give her something that surprises her.
I do NOT get myself killed for my girlfriend. Martyrdom is not exactly one of my shining qualities. I try to think of this in the long term. I die, she cries, she finds someone new, she moves on. In effect, not worth it! Why do something stupid over someone who's going to forget you in the long run?

There you have it. :)

I want a Morena

Ok, here's the dilemma again. People love white chicks. Hell, I love white chicks as much as the next guy. But the thing here is that I don't find them appealing due to their overrated desirability in popular culture. Hell, I swear that being white is probably one of most girls' lifelong goal. Sadly, if they have this perfect golden shade about them it would be like throwing away the one thing that makes them already beautiful.

I don't understand why most of society is disgusted at dark women. It's beautiful! It's like the sun and the sky personally chose these women to evolve into creatures deserving to withstand their godly presence. Like the personal goddesses of the sun they project a radiance that no white skin can ever equal. They have been chosen to shine only when they are needed - in the presence of Ra. This is probably why most people misunderstand their color. They literally see them in a different light - light that doesn't give them justice.

I wonder what it would be like when Ra makes love to them as is the case when they are in his presence. The beauty of their union is evident through the golden glow shining on their skin and in their soul. It's as if their radiance itself is a materialized sexual peak.

To adore, worship and be embraced by their heavenly glow would bless me so much with their love that all the world can disappear around me and I would be in her world and her world alone.

I imagine myself slow dancing with her with this song in my head:

"She Goes All The Way"
Rascal Flatts (feat. Jamie Foxx)

No limits, no lines are drawn
The whole world disappears when
We're alone
That thin white cotton dress is
Blowin' in the wind
She takes my hand and the dance begins

With every move she makes
I'm deeper than I've been
Holding on and letting go
She just keeps givin' in
Takin' me higher and further
There she goes again givin' more than
She takes
'Cause it's more than love she makes
She goes all the way

No questions, no talking at all
Only the sound of our hearts as they fall
No matter what I need, her answer's
Always yes
I only have to dream and she does the
Rest

Ooo, ooo, ooo
My baby goes all the way, the way
She goes all the way
My baby goes all the way
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

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