He picked me up from a 70's event in NBC so I was in my little, dramatic, black dress. What HE told me put me into the immediate shock of my life. I can't believe that somehow he feels more pitiful for the average girl than the bitch. I'm literally speaking here. You see, this guy who never really learned to embrace normative knowledge battled with me on a Friday-Greenbelt night. We just sat in Seattle's, sipped our coffees and clashed until our asses went ablaze. I have nothing against prostitutes; it's just that their poverty will never become a fair excuse. An hour had passed.. then two.. and another. I wasn't even sure who gets the point afterwards.

It's just silly of him to see in a perspective of a pleasure-maker when in fact he'd always reminded me of the sense of chastity. Foolish of him to mold me to become conservative and innocent yet he'd always been fond of hot and liberated ladies. You get what I mean. I hate the way guys think!!! They get very irrational when it comes to simple reasoning, what more for a complicated relationship? I also hate the way we, girls desperately want to live out our fantasies. We've become so idealistic that when guys fail us (which happens most of the time), we tend to be very aggravated as if it were the end of the world. He and I really DO have different perspectives for I would rather suffer a weeklong or so scrubbing a washroom's tiles or scrapping garbage to be brought in a junkshop than sell my flesh to some obnoxious maniac. Thank you, God for giving me a sign.