The journey of man

THE JOURNEY OF MAN



When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend.



When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion, so I decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life.



In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability.



When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement.



When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition.



When I turned 30, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground, so I married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned.



I am older and wiser now, and am looking for a girl with big tits.

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  • My brother has a T-shirt. It says:

    Not all men are stupid. Some are bachelors.
  • It's funny because it's true....for some people.

    stp
  • I was trying to imagine what the girl-version of this would be...here's what I've got so far....I'm pretty sure I've got too much latent feminism in there...(everything to the last step is true!)

    Somebody edit the post to make it work?



    The Journey of a Woman

    When I was 6: I was given my first play wedding dress and was a flower girl in a wedding...I was taught to dream of white silk and roses and 2.2 children.



    When I was 12: I got 'asked out' via note at lunch..I circled 'yes' and for the next 7 days thought up clever ways to dodge having to french kiss...we broke up on day 8..
    'cause I didn't put out, the first and last time I made that mistake.



    When I was 15: I dated the boy-next-door..he had great grades, was hilarious, won a family studies award and went on to become class president.
    He was everything a boyfriend is supposed to be.
    I was bored by his after-school commitments, and annoyed that my family liked him more than me. So I looked for something a little more fun.




    When I was 16 I dated the rebel...he taught me everything I ever wanted to know about drugs, wore 'God of Fuck' shirts to my parent's house for Sunday dinner..had piercings, tattoos and understood the way the world 'really' worked.
    He was appropriately hated by my parent's and nothing made me so happy as taking him to any family function; but I outgrew him in short order...there are only so many places to stick a ring and colours one's hair can be, his selfishness bored me.




    At 20 I dated the sexy environmentalist...his heart bled for all the cutest and trendiest things, he knew every spot on the map...and was in tune with every spot on me...he taught me to open my mind, and could make everything from soy milk to drunken threesomes seem natural and pure.
    ...but sometimes I just wanted to relax, drink a beer, throw the bottle in the garbage instead of the recycling and watch some fucking Simpsons...
    His constant fighting for good was exhausting!



    At 21, I found a woman..she taught me about myself, doubled my wardrobe and empathetically understood every thing about me except that I might want to be unempowered sometimes, that not everything has residual sexist undertones that I must immediately purge. And that sometimes, I just wanted to her baby instead of her equal.




    So at 22 I found the big alpha male with the good job. He was dumb as a rock, but he was willing to father 2.2 kids, buy a house and just BE...I was at my leisure to tend to babies and do all the girl-things I could imagine..I decorated, watched HGTV and tried to learn to cook.. he moved my heavy stuff, had tools I didn't understand and did things like; 'go drinking with the boys'
    I became bored and felt under-utilized and under-appreciated...

    So I left..




    I'm older, but not too old, now... and am looking for a wealthy husband with a weak heart and a large estate...


    I'm also interviewing for 'Cabana boy'



    and 'maid'

  • Kristy_Sea wrote: »
    I was trying to imagine what the girl-version of this would be...here's what I've got so far....I'm pretty sure I've got too much latent feminism in there...(everything to the last step is true!)

    Somebody edit the post to make it work?



    The Journey of a Woman

    When I was 6: I was given my first play wedding dress and was a flower girl in a wedding...I was taught to dream of white silk and roses and 2.2 children.



    When I was 12: I got 'asked out' via note at lunch..I circled 'yes' and for the next 7 days thought up clever ways to dodge having to french kiss...we broke up on day 8..
    'cause I didn't put out, the first and last time I made that mistake.



    When I was 15: I dated the boy-next-door..he had great grades, was hilarious, won a family studies award and went on to become class president.
    He was everything a boyfriend is supposed to be.
    I was bored by his after-school commitments, and annoyed that my family liked him more than me. So I looked for something a little more fun.




    When I was 16 I dated the rebel...he taught me everything I ever wanted to know about drugs, wore 'God of Fuck' shirts to my parent's house for Sunday dinner..had piercings, tattoos and understood the way the world 'really' worked.
    He was appropriately hated by my parent's and nothing made me so happy as taking him to any family function; but I outgrew him in short order...there are only so many places to stick a ring and colours one's hair can be, his selfishness bored me.




    At 20 I dated the sexy environmentalist...his heart bled for all the cutest and trendiest things, he knew every spot on the map...and was in tune with every spot on me...he taught me to open my mind, and could make everything from soy milk to drunken threesomes seem natural and pure.
    ...but sometimes I just wanted to relax, drink a beer, throw the bottle in the garbage instead of the recycling and watch some fucking Simpsons...
    His constant fighting for good was exhausting!



    At 21, I found a woman..she taught me about myself, doubled my wardrobe and empathetically understood every thing about me except that I might want to be unempowered sometimes, that not everything has residual sexist undertones that I must immediately purge. And that sometimes, I just wanted to her baby instead of her equal.




    So at 22 I found the big alpha male with the good job. He was dumb as a rock, but he was willing to father 2.2 kids, buy a house and just BE...I was at my leisure to tend to babies and do all the girl-things I could imagine..I decorated, watched HGTV and tried to learn to cook.. he moved my heavy stuff, had tools I didn't understand and did things like; 'go drinking with the boys'
    I became bored and felt under-utilized and under-appreciated...

    So I left..




    I'm older, but not too old, now... and am looking for a wealthy husband with a weak heart and a large estate...


    I'm also interviewing for 'Cabana boy'



    and 'maid'
    Not bad as is. :D

    Please post requirements/duties of "cabana boy" position. Also, am willing to consult on "maid" position for a small retainer.^-^
  • Both
    Wish I could type that much

    Milo. love the new avatar

    Milton Slim
  • Thanks, Slim. It reminded me of my cat Chester. He likes to play poker with our group. I'll put my other one up tonight.
  • Milo wrote: »
    Not bad as is. :D

    Please post requirements/duties of "cabana boy" position. Also, am willing to consult on "maid" position for a small retainer.^-^

    Traits of a successful Cabana boy include, but are not limited to:

    • fine knowledge of massage,
    • willingness to answer to 'Enrique'
    • able to make all cocktails..emphasis on Vodka paralyzers
    • generally employing the principles of Kaizen to peak.......effect
  • Kristy_Sea wrote: »
    Traits of a successful Cabana boy include, but are not limited to:

    • fine knowledge of massage, check, refs available
    • willingness to answer to 'Enrique', meh, whats in a name
    • able to make all cocktails..emphasis on Vodka paralyzers, check, love vodka
    • generally employing the principles of Kaizen to peak.......effect, hmmm, this sounds exploitative . . . not that it's a problem :D


    Please see bolded responses above. At least there's no gold lame' shorts requirement . . .
  • Milo wrote: »
    Thanks, Slim. It reminded me of my cat Chester. He likes to play poker with our group. I'll put my other one up tonight.

    New Avatar generally plays better early on in a game, But loses the competitive edge later (See empties to cat's right to confirm)


    Milton Slim
  • Difficult to see on the thumbnail, but those bottles are full. Kitteh is not yet plastered. Hence, the scowl.
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