Good on paper but…

Lately I have been impatient with women who bullshit and pretend. About that they want, who they are, what they need and expect.

If she just wants to screw, go ahead. But do not call me, as I am not one to hear any lurid tales of free and unfettered anonymous sex. Do it with gusto but do not share.

If she wants to date, then she should hold out-until a nice guy comes along-who shares her P.O.V. Don’t give it up and then sulk because nothing more came of it than that hot night.

If she is tired of her husband, find a remedy. Get counseling, get some lingerie, get a bottle of wine, get a divorce. Get off my phone. Now.

If she wants to get married, conversely, picking up “singl4lifebaby923″ or “married4eva_but_looking” via an online dating site is not conducive that that damn white dress and a seated dinner for 6o at the country club. He meant it when he said ” no, I just want to fuck you tonight, baby. No strings and shit. I mean, you know?”

I have found that I prefer a honest woman who accepts herself. I do not care what she does for a living. Good people come to us in all walk of life. I only care that she lives her life with truth, because the bullshit is not going to extend her life or mine.

In fact, the aggravation of hearing her spin those lies may shorten my life.

Stress kills. I try to avoid it.