Dear me, dear me
I gots to air some laundry. actually in reality i gotta do the laundry yo in like a few minutes. Anyway fools.
So matt/ross and I were having two separate conversation about "Bitches"/"Bitties"/"Womanfolk"
And the statement to get a girl you just need a calibrate sense of overconfidence to spit that game. Which is true. Confidence is key. Being you is the first and might be the only step in the game of Birds and bees.
But Matt and I noted that if this is true. Then to begin a relationship everything or the beginning is predicated on not-so-much-less-than-lying. That the clouded nature of the truth. Of true self the one that reflects and doubts is not there. But just the good smooth veneer. A quarter inch deep. That is scary as hell. People falling in love over a shell. Shits fuckin crazy. There is no way to ameliorate this situation. Its impossible. But its so bizzarro. So in many ways fucked up. That friends never transition in to relationships. that sensitive moments never form the basis of a relationship but instead a pseudo sense of boldness that plays off mutual horniness.
Fuckin Scary as balls.
What can I say.
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