realization

As the title states. I have came to a realization. It just dawned on me! Girls and guys are almost the exact same! This is why we're so confusing to each other. We try too hard to figure eachother out. We just assume that we're so entirely different that we have a hard time, grasping the fact, that well...we're not so different at all. For example: We both tell eachother what we want to hear. You can't say that you don't. Even if you don't mean it. You still tell the opposite sex what they want to hear, so you wont have to deal with the consequence of telling them what they don't want to hear. And this can be anything from, no you don't look fat in those jeans, to...no sweety, you really are the biggest penis I've ever seen! And omg, you're so amazzzzzing in bed (that can go both ways). I mean, honestly, I mean maybe 65% of what I say to boys. At least I have enough balls to admit it. I hate hurting their feelings. They're just like little puppies when they get those pouty faces, and damnit. I can't say no, and I can't be honest with them. So I make shit up to save their feelings. Men do the same thing to women. It's the god forsaken truth. Oh well. It's a vicious cycle that will most likely never ever stop. And I mean, while it lasts, I think I would honestly want to be told some made up crap to save my feelings. For now, at least. I know it'll probably hurt me in the long run, but that's how life is. Full of ups and downs and bullshit. You grow up and get over it. Or you don't grow up (like me) and get over it still. We both enjoy sex (men and women), like to the extreme. Which is totally and 110% okay. And you want to know what? Men and women both enjoy an ocassional booty call. Dude, that's okay too! Who wants commitment 100% of their life? Especially when I'm fucking 21 years old?!?! Ahhhh, yeah, not me. That's for sure. So if I want to call up an old fling, on one of those lonely nights, for a hook-up... Then, damnit I'm going to. And want to know what else? I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. Unless it's that one hook up that wasn't so good. [Note to self: Make sure this booty call, is worth making the call in the first place. 5 minutes of pleasure for him is more like 30 sec of agony for me.] Oh, and if you're going to sit there and judge me, and say you don't like the ocassional booty call. Then you're in denial. Or some sick freak of nature. But hey, kudos to you! :P So just remember the next time you're trying to figure out your current dude, that he's probably trying to analyze you as well. And you're both probably failing miserably at it. But who cares! That's life. And you're going to learn as you go. Which is how it should be. But as stated in previous blogs...keep your guard up! And keep current on lipstick lullabies for tips and tricks to be one step ahead of the testosterone type. Because you can never be too clever. Or witty. Or charming. xo, L