A little advice to the fairer sex.

[KB.]

I wrote this letter to a friend if mine I have never met. When I first started writing again in late March I sent her my first story, out of the blue; I didn't know her from Eve. She responded with words that kept me writing. That was on My Space. A couple of you have read the whole thing, the entire story; a few of you have been sent it all in one big ass file extension. I am closing the My Space thing this coming week. I'm done with it. I will probably saturate this board with stories; I hope I do any way. The first line in the story below was the undoing of the right (That is a Willie Nelson song, he did one for right and one for wrong).

I’ll be damned if I change my life, my geography, my friends, and move away from the best little corner bar I have ever drank a beer at. I’ll be damned if I do all of that for a woman and have her casually throw out a line like that; and then when I tell her how bad it hurt; she tells me she is truly sorry, but then says she didn’t know I would take it so personal. It was always my fault; well f**k that. I don’t say good bye to my women, never have, but I did today. I told one of them goodbye; it is a horrible thing to say goodbye to Sunshine, especially when you get used to the light. (If you know who Sunshine is, there you go). Even with the good bye I kept my usual words, I was nice, I was apologetic, and I was brief. So ladies, read the letter below and take some notes. There is some strong language in it, but I’m not going to edit it other than to try and keep the *’s from gathering. The last story I wrote “50 ways to slip slide away’ was obviously my way of talking about this in a fiction sense.







“I wonder why I gave up a perfectly good man and why it was so easy for me to do

There we go again, right back to the first thing I ever wrote for public view, and that fateful day I sent you a story out of the blue. You ever just want to f*cking disappear? Move down to some dirty little town in Mexico and send your Moma a post card telling her you are sorry, but it was just time to roll on? I find it ironic having a conversation, over IM (That sh!t is straight out from one of Dante’s stories, or the book of Job, maybe it was The Canterbury Tales) with a woman who I changed my life for, based on powerful words; and that conversation being about how she wants to be selfless, and do things to make people’s lives better. You know I want to stay right here so bad, but I think my head will explode eventually. It really is pretty goddamned lonely around here. I can’t find a conversation except with a woman who makes me want to go find a hole to crawl into. I’m trying my best to be a good man; I ain’t hateful, I don’t hold grudges. I miss my center of the universe. You know I’ve never moved from a place and went back to live again; except for here. I feel cheated on and lied to; I can’t abide a damn liar. Tell your fiction if you want to, make life interesting for the folks around you, but keep the lies away from love. Also if you feel like telling someone you love them, mean it. You either love someone or you don’t; there ain’t any “I did at the time bullsh!t allowed.

I’m tired, and wore out. I feel like I got to keep on though. You tell someone they are not a burden, but that they are the shoulders that help you carry yours; all the time you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the floor. I need a tattoo and I need to go get blind drunk with one of these skinny blondes 10 years too young for me. Thirty years and I have never left a place to go towards a woman; I’ve always left to get away from one. It was a nice little habit; it was a ritual I was comfortable performing. I had to go and change sh!t up; it’s cool though because I’ll be back on track and running my usual route soon enough.

Far be it from me to give you advice; you seem to have your head screwed on just right. I’ll say this though; never, ever, ever, ever, motherf*cking ever say this “I wonder why I gave up a perfectly good man and why it was so easy for me to do to the damn man who you gave up. I’ll even tell you why; it feels like someone took an ice pick, placed it in a fire for a few hours, and then stuck it in my eye. I could hear the pop, sizzle and hiss. I am not a real big fan of onomatopoeia right now. My head is buzzing. If you ever do decide to say that to some poor bastard some where down the line at least be good enough to just stop right there, and not go on about how he changed you, made you a better person, makes you want to be less selfish, makes you want to lead a less idle life, makes you want to share the love she has. Also, don’t say that sh!t and ask that it be kept secret; cause he is going to find someone to tell. Some folks have way too much nerve; I ain’t a big fan of tact, but there is a time and a place. My head is out of room for secrets.

Forget what your girlfriends bitch and moan about, or what you see in the movies or what plays on some shitty pop radio station at 9 in the morning. A man’s heart ain’t something you get to toss around like a Frisbee that has been chewed up by the neighbor’s shitzu. Men, not boys, men tend to be a little careful with it. Women like to say we don’t show our emotions, we don’t like to talk about things, or we don’t do romantic things for them anymore. We get accused of being too protective, cold even. Well, hindsight is 20/20 and all of that. You beat that dog enough and he’ll eventually learn to stay the hell out of the way.

Pick your words carefully, don’t settle for less, but don’t cheat the man sitting across the table from you either. If you ask him to lay all of his cards out, then by God be ready to do the same. This ain’t monopoly money we are playing with here. When the game is over, the loser doesn’t want to hang around and talk about what the serial numbers were on those twenties while you buy everybody drinks with his rainy day money. He probably had a couple of nice pairs of shoes he was going to buy with that. That might have been his ticket to Mexico with just enough left over for a cheap post card.

I really don’t care for Simon; Garfunkel was cool though. I think they should have done a song called “50 ways to slip slide away.

If you ever find yourself having a conversation with a man, and he says “hey slow down a bit, don’t get mad, and say things that make him want to crawl up in a ball; he might very well know and understand the repercussions of taking that curve too fast. If afterwards you make him feel comfortable enough with his driving ability regardless of speed; and you assure him that the curve isn’t nearly as bad as it looks then be ready to grab the “oh shit handle and hang on. Quitters annoy the hell out of me, almost as much as back seat drivers.

If some man you have never met sends you letters about women, broken promises and battered hearts; if he sends you little notes about part of the process of becoming a Benedictine monk, or slip sliding away down to some dirty little town in Mexico; smile and appreciate the fact that someone thinks enough of you to share the sh!t he can’t say to anyone else. If that man does send you a letter like that then print it out, stick it in an envelope, and one day you might get a letter from somewhere down South telling you where to forward that letter to; if not just let it collect dust, and don’t forget to never, ever, ever, ever, tell a man he was perfectly good and easy to leave. You might as well go build a fire and find an ice pick.

[KB.]

almostfamous;649454 wrote: Can I whoop her ass now?



You deserved more than that and it blows my mind



Just don't think we're all that stupid



:yh_hugs


Just leave it be; I'd ask you the same question, I appreciate it, but no. She'll find herself down the road one day looking around for someone who used to be around. That will be good enough, maybe it will help her to figure out she ain't got to try and be so damned hard about it all. Just say a little prayer for her, and smile if you see her.

[RedGlitter]

Good and to the point.

[littlemissgiggle]

Horrible girl, i hate women that think its all about me! me! me! in a relationship, as AF said don't think we are all like that cos i never will be.

That was a good one but i think i read it the wrong way round cos now i am just off to read - 50 ways to slip slide away :wah:

[KB.]

Oh she is far from horrible. She is just a Muse, and Muses aren't meant to be loved like that. Think of Bill Withers singing "Use Me". It was a bad day when I wrote that. old Mr. Nasty son-of-a-bitch was in full effect that day.

[littlemissgiggle]

KB.;650634 wrote: Oh she is far from horrible. She is just a Muse, and Muses aren't meant to be loved like that. Think of Bill Withers singing "Use Me". It was a bad day when I wrote that. old Mr. Nasty son-of-a-bitch was in full effect that day.


i am sure and i don't blame you,

me and my guy have had many heart to hearts which is what is needed, you don't always have to be the strong one. :-6