how do i deal?

one of these days, i'm gonna meet one of them metrosexuals and life will probably be easier. cause, really, being with one -- i think -- is quite similar to being with your very stylish, very cool, and very affectionate gay best friend who happens to fall for hot chicks like you instead of eye the same men that you fall for.

cause honestly, i can now say, with all conviction, that men do not make sense.

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no wonder they invented the rules. apparently you have got to play them in order to win them over. it can be very stupid (imagine a rule that goes be a creature unlike any other. yeah, yeah. i read the rules. i happen to have a copy at my office desk ) but when you've got a string of failed relationships on one hand, and a very devoted puppy dog (every girl has one, trust me) who caters to your every whim in spite of the fact that you have treated him, well, like a dog, you begin to believe that playing games and being flighty and stiff at times, coy the rest of the time, and generally dishonest about what you're thinking and feeling most of the time is really the way to go.

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moreover, if jaemark who comes off as very sensitive and loving boyfriend can confess to you that he too can turn his feelings on and off depending on what's showing on television just like your brother who juggles three women at the same time, well then, men are all alike.

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i really should follow my own advice and stop seeing other people. they just frustrate me.