Reasons Why Men Don?t Need Women

Yeah, I'll tell ya something: when I go to Muscle Beach with my roommate, Rod, there's not a lady in sight!

People have given me crap for this and say weird things but I always ask them: "Hey, guy, you ever see a lady who can party like a guy?? You ever see a broad who can work-it out on a beach, pumpin iron like a man?? Didn't think so 8)"

They roll their eyes and crap. Who cares? (he b****es at me to though always complaining that I don't cook him dinner or walk his little dog-- what am I , his durn wife? Yeah, big deal he works everyday (banking) and what, am I supposed to go back to school and be a ecxecutive? no way!

Anywho, fellas, do'nt worry about the women: go have a drink, shoot some pool, and have the easy life like me (and if yer roommate complains tell them this: "Hey, pal-- who asked ya? Now a piece of friendly advice-- CLAM IT UP!" Hardy har har

Now I'm not sayin I've never loved the ladies (I was you ng once) -- I was married for 2 years! (that di'dnt go to well...)

But nowdays I got alot goin for me: booze and crap..."hey bud lets party!!!" I'm laid off work with nothin' to do but watch tv and jerk around on the computer all night-- you think some broads gonna put up with that kinda stuff. My roommate Rod does

I do it better to myself anyway.

I was about to say something similar , but you did an excellent job.
This guy has beem "winged" a few too many times by women who give us all a bad name.

Guys (or girls) who talk that way should just turn gay or bi or whatever then report back after 10 years what they now think of the same sex lol.

Marnie was a student of the University I went to. In 1991 she and I dated for a few months before I stopped going to school there and moved back to Colorado. She was the nicest most compassionate and thoughtful person I've ever met in my life.

Marnie came to visit me that summer in my house. She drove all the way from her house to my house to see me which was about a ten-hour drive.. I had always felt too sorry to be her boyfriend. I knew I could never make her happy.

She was the last woman who loved me.

Yay, another old post.

Apparently we need something to talk about

It's a old post, but dumb at the same time in my opinion.

Its funny though.
Although what I don't get is I just been trough a bad stort term relationship, so surely I should be typing this sort of crap. The old me would of.

Instead all I did was establish that I need to establish boundries in the future, so I am not taken advantage of.