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I've felt the plight of a woman’s stale green-light, where there’s only four-five seconds between a kiss goodnight and a goodnight, goodnight but I welcome the fight. The ones I like type twice my height after midnight, feeding alpha appetites that only come in omegabytes.
I often write to Nelly Furtados who stopped saying it right because promiscuous girls harbor their fair share of spite... and an unfair share of Sprite. When it's dirty why gripe? Can't you feel the love tonight? Amongst lying kings, I chat up queens behind the scenes asking if they rather be a Nala or a balla on live streams, but the answer is never quite what it seems... they're laced between the seams.
The deadliest catch in a sea full of fishiness is still quite the accomplishment, but who wants to be a hood ornament? A Jeep? A stallion? A trophy? I was bluntly reminded of their masculinity and objectivity over coffee, but it's become harder and harder to find a remedy for silly me.
At the very least, a considerably rude woman can still be a man's best friend, but it's pretty tough to compete against diamonds... especially when your card's declining. For the dutchess who dares to scratch below our surface, they may find whining that's commonly but incorrectly associated with dining... hence why much more of our efforts are put towards shining.
Is that what girls really want? I was almost positive it was fun. I think it was when I recently discovered feminism wasn't the study of women, that I realized that I could actually be dumb. As a man, there are limited reasons why I galvanize these opposable thumbs, and I've yet to find a cause where more women weren't a desired outcome.