We sat at the bar trying find some common ground other than her… but the conversation kept coming back to the same thing. The similarities were too similar. You see… we were both women.
"I can see where she gets it from. And you too.... You are all like this. Not only is it a generic woman thing but you both especially seem to think you are princesses in distress locked up in a tower, with the worlds evil around you, expecting men to be the chivalrous knights in shinning armors.. which they aren’t and you only realize that once you have already ridden half way in to the sunset with them. You need to wake up and smell the rotting apple. Men have weaknesses which are demonstrated the moment a man falls in love with your deceptively innocent face… and life is not a fairy tale even tho your pretty little lives might have been."
Harsh words. But excuse me... life has never been a bed of pretty red thornless roses… fairytales preserve my sanity.
"I can see where she gets it from. And you too.... You are all like this. Not only is it a generic woman thing but you both especially seem to think you are princesses in distress locked up in a tower, with the worlds evil around you, expecting men to be the chivalrous knights in shinning armors.. which they aren’t and you only realize that once you have already ridden half way in to the sunset with them. You need to wake up and smell the rotting apple. Men have weaknesses which are demonstrated the moment a man falls in love with your deceptively innocent face… and life is not a fairy tale even tho your pretty little lives might have been."
Harsh words. But excuse me... life has never been a bed of pretty red thornless roses… fairytales preserve my sanity.
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