Posted by Adam on October 30th 2003 to Uncategorized
All the responses you were ever looking for will be revealed below.
note: this is only my perspective, I actively encourage matt and wonton to give their perspectives….
* How boys can switch their emotions off so easily. This may seem like a sweeping generalisation, especially considering Adams friends who all seem to be uncommonly in touch with their feminine side.
e.g. A friend of mine, of the boy variety, recently ended a 3 year relationship with his girlfriend who he also lived with. 2 months later he has not only moved in with the boys and is living it up, but he’s also in another relationship and has already met the new girls parents. All the while his ex is still looking at a reconciliation and emotionally grieving.
To rationalise this one, it’s all down to males being goal-orientated. It’s the same reason we are most aggressive when playing sports, arguing of who’s legs are better, and which beer is the finest drop.
(Of course the answers are: Action sports are the only sports to be playing, Cameron Diaz and Carlton Cold/Coronas/Crown Lagers [depending on your price range for the evening])
If we realise something isn’t succeeding then the following rules apply:
- There’s only one good way to end one relationship, that’s by starting up another and getting you some fine new action going down.
- If at first you don’t succeed, find a lesser opponent and then beat them to a pulp
* Boys and their toys. A friend of mine who shall remain nameless( Adam) refuses to catch cabs because of the unnecessary expense, yet will fork out $80 odd dollars each week on a jet ski. Be it WRX’s, Palm Piloty thingys or Playstations/Xboxes, my theory is boys never grow up. Personally this theory has never proved me wrong.
- Cabs are just wrong. Bastards. They’re all just ripoff merchants when i’ve had way too much to drink.
- It’s the female equi alent of clothes, makeup, girlie-drinks, shoes and Ikea accessories that we “just have to get!”…..
- Most of them get the blood pumping (ie jetski’s and wrx’s), the rest just make us feel considerably more important than we really are.
* Pet names for penises. I’m sorry but I really don’t get this, you don’t see me having names for my breasts and I don’t understand how it’s cool or manly or mature to be calling it the Sword of Pleasure. (Yes Joe that was aimed at you)
- I’m going to hell for agreeing with you on this one, but I really don’t get it… not one bit…..
- Though seriously you do talk about “the girls” quite a bit, and i’ve never called him “the boy” (or any other male variation)
* This one is not for me, it’s on the behalf of a girl I was speaking to today who was complaining that after sex all her boyfriend does is roll over and go to sleep. Since I’m a big fan of the sex followed by rolling over, spooning, sleeping, this question is on her behalf, what’s up with that?
- To take the medical defence, it’s just the way our bodies work (i’m not explaining, but trust me, after orgasm all our endorphins wind down and that means crash time for us baybee!….) … btw, you only have to keep him awake for about 10 minutes and he’ll be ok. Body will stabilise and then you can keep him awake (unnecessarily) and discuss the finer points of the relationship “Why aren’t you good enough for me, and why don’t I orgasm every time we have sex…” *shudder*
- Non-medical defence: Because after we’re done, we’re done. What more could you want than to get your fuck on, to then be able to curl up and do the sleep thing. I mean if we’re on our own, we do it when we’re bored (we can think of almost any reason to do it), so why would we be any different when there’s a woman attached to the end of us?
* Now just because a girl has breasts doesn’t mean that non eye contact while talking with her is cool. I can kinda understand if you’re out and she’s wearing a top where she falls out every now and then, but if I’m at work and your my superior, chin up please boys.
- Now honey, you know my affliction for “the girls”, and I can’t really offer anymore than that. They’re hypnotic….
One of the few things in life that men don’t have, and that’s probably most of the reason that we want them.
It’s like you stole our property at puberty, and we want them back…
- You’re sitting down, so we can’t stare at the other parts of your body we’d like to without it looking totally ridiculous.
* Once again disregarding Adam and the boys, how boys can be good friends with another guy yet never have a conversation longer than 5 minutes that doesn’t involve, beer, chicks and sport. What do you actually talk about?
Because, sadly, most men have limited brain capacity.
* Hanging onto the t-shirt you first got lucky in, the hat you got (insert favourite sporting guy) to autograph, I completely understand that. But wearing said ratty t-shirt/hat in public? Piece of advice, if you ever want to get laid again, leave the offending article of clothing at home or for drinking with the boys.
- Because other men understand that there must be something ’special’ about that cap/shirt/grundgy underwear that makes people want to puke within a 26 foot radius of your ass.
- ummm, hate to tell you, but those boys get laid “all the time!”…..
* Fascination with video games, don’t get it. I can’t play anything that’s 3D, fucks with my head too much. I am completely addicted to my Super Nintendo and my Super Mario Brothers game but that’s it. So any game or playing system newer than 1990 is beyond my grasp, damned kids of today
- Another extension of the “goal-orientated” mentality. It’s fast moving, it’s process-based and it’s goal-orientated. All the things that the average man wants in his life.
* How boys are generally so simple and uncomplicated, this isn’t a query exactly, it’s more along the lines of jealousy. I wanna be unemotional and laidback, yet girls are consigned the hysterical emotional role. Also unfortunate that it’s true the majority of the time.
- Haven’t you been reading this page for the last month?
* Me, uncomplicated…. fuck no…
* Wonton, damm, that boys heading down adam-alley at a blazing pace while I head towards normalcy.
* Matt, his mates are here for him, but he’s got all his own shit that he’s dealing with…
You’re asking the wrong crew i’s be thinki’……
And the most baffling thing I’ll never understand;
* The constant rearranging of yourself. Personally unless your suffering from a bad case of leprosy the odds of your boys falling off at some point during the day is quite low. So when I’m having a conversation with males at work about some business-related topic, it can be a little disconcerting for him to be constantly copping a cheap feel, on himself. Can anyone enlighten me on this?
- Yeah, we could, but that would just ruin the suspense for you …
What I don’t get about women
# How you can be nice to a girls face, but then months later shit all over her by fucking her boyfriend… upon asking why you completed this act of terrorism, i’m informed “because that dirty bitch spilled a drink on me when we were at x club 6 months ago” ….. (yes, i’ve really heard that quote) - What the!?!?!?
# Shoes!?!?! - I’ve got 3 pairs of shoes, and even that’s getting out of control. You have shoes that I can’t even pronounce, and you’d gladly sell you soul, your first-born and your husband all for the latest designer snake-skin pumps that are all the rage….
# Still on shoes (sortoff) …. You: Fab dress, fab hair, fab shoes, fab everything …. Us: Comfy shoes, comfy clothes, comfortable….. Setting: Party, restaurant, night club, anywhere…..
5:00pm: You: You look *awful* in that, get changed, I’m not going out with you looking like that!
5:30pm: You: I’m just going to change into something more “dressy” …..
9:00pm (2 hours late): You: “Sorry we’re late, but Adam, stupid fool that he is couldn’t find the way here!”
Us: (seething) ….. but honey, weren’t you going through the *entire fucking wardrobe!* before you finally decided on the first you picked…..
9:05pm: You: My feet hurt, and everyone’s looking at me in this short top where my tits are all the way out!
Us: “Hey, Matt!, *phew*, thank fuck, the missus started whinging
Matt: *nod* *nod*
9:06pm: You: “Oh my god, we’re so leaving!”
Us: “heh??”
You: “She’s wearing the same dress as me!”
Us: “so?”
You: *slap!*
You’re getting the picture here…..
# Amount of times in a day you can love/hate/be indifferent about your “best” friend: 1,279 -
* What’s with that! .. They’re you’re best friend.. why don’t you just do what males do and not talk to each other for a couple of weeks, forget what you were pissed about in the first place and get over it!
# Women who have never had an orgasm! …
* That’s just fucked up… I mean seriously. It’s your body, it has parts that allow you to experience pleasure, without assistance from a man.
How the *fuck* do you expect me to know how to bring you to raging orgasm when you’ve never had one! ….. Give us a little bit of credit…
# “yes, yes yes yes yes, now now now now now now! ….. No wait!! .. Noooooooooooooo”
* FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!! - That one *really* irks me! …. We’re out there, we’re trying and this is what we get!!
# Alternative, “But i’ve had an 5 orgasms, why won’t/can’t you have one with me….”
* We can’t win!!! …. Word for the wise… it’s fucking *hard* to get it perfectly timed, and we’re the responsible party for two peoples pleasure..
Putting stress on us…… no, of course not!
# And by far the most heinous of all female crimes…… Sleeping/Dating/Marrying cruel, dumb fuck, mindless, wankers/assholes/inbreds…..
Why do women date guys who are going to: ignore them, treat them lik shit, spend all their time with their mates, expect them to clean up after them …. the list goes on and on and on… And women actively tell me on a regular basis that they like a “bit of a bad boy” ….
I’ve told women, to their face, that i’m not interested in them… nada, zip, bubkiss… get outta here!, for them to then follow me around for the rest of the night buying me drinks! ….
Then, we meet a nice, intelligent, attractive female that we are interested in, and they end up going home with the guy wearing the shirt he first got laid in, remembering not to take off his cap signed by Shane Warne mid-ciggie at the local strip joint….
Though all is fair in love and war as they say….
A