The Dandy Gal

I received a handwritten note from my apartment’s mailbox.

It read,

“I’ve been watching your ‘shows’. You turn me on. Maybe you want to do it again, tonight, 8pm. I’m watching.”

Well, next time, be more specific and let me know which window you viewed from.

I hate to guess.

Maybe a returned address will be good too.

After work, I dragged my feet home. Finally, a night to myself. No boyfriend at home, no early work day tomorrow, and no house chores to complete.

I made myself comfortable on the bed, loaded a few quick porns and started fucking myself. I mean, we all have a choice. Why do we seem to like it more when life or other people fucked us up? My juices lubricated my own fingers and inner thighs, sending me strong signals that I should probably love myself even more these days.

Then I watched Horrible Bosses on my laptop (by the way, I adore Jennifer Aniston’s new sexy dirty style). An hour and a half later, my eyes started getting heavy and I decided to get up, changed my wet panties and clean up a little.

That was when I realized..

I had forgotten to draw my curtains all along. I peered hard at the tall office buildings right across the street. You just have to love how dense this city gets. I mean, it isn’t difficult. Sometimes, I find myself staring at the guys typing their life away at their office cubicles and fantasizing that one day, I’ll do them a strip dance to get their attention off work.

Now, back to myself, hmmm.. so who watched?

Hello, are you still here? Well, I am.

I am alive. Very much so, after a big stab in the heart.

How many stabs does it take before a balloon deflates? It doesn’t take much brains to figure that out, but my brain is still taking its time. Unfortunate or not.

Words hurt – I wish people think before they speak. And I wish people would see that there are really two sides to a story. If a quarrel happens, it’s because the 2 involved have different logics, different feelings and different stories. Why force others to be the same as yourself?

People ain’t wrong. They just hold a different perspective. What’s wrong with that? Just because it’s different, does it mean you can accuse people of making too many assumptions? What about your own?

Truth it, everyone makes their own assumptions based on their own thinking. That’s why people have different perspectives. That’s why people have different opinions. Why accuse people, when in reality, you can’t accept and respect differences? Why do you have to make it so tiring for me to talk to you? I’m moving away. Bit by bit. Quieter as the time pass. Don’t you see how much you hurt me? Maybe, one day I’ll just disappear without you knowing.

Really. I’m not a criminal. Don’t talk to me like you are presenting a case. It doesn’t work that way. Who’s worthy to be a judge, one who will say who’s right or wrong, when it can be just a simple case of differences? Why play a lawyer and the judge at the same time? Why do we need a judge to begin with?

Does being right matter so much?

What if both are right in their own ways? Why can’t that be?

I don’t think there has to be a right/wrong person. It’s always good to really LISTEN to what each other has to say and understand what spark their emotions. That matters the most. Stop interrupting. You can prove 10,000 points of yours, but you lose my respect. BOTH should always apologize – not for the different perspective, but because you made each other feel lousy. That shouldn’t have happened at all, if you are in a relationship. Don’t force people to agree with you. It’s just… different.

Date yourself. Maybe by then, you probably wouldn’t agree with yourself either. Have fun arguing with the mirror. I hope it doesn’t crack.

Postman posted this.

http://mysexlifestats.wordpress.com/

I read.

I wanted to comment, but I realise that site wouldn’t allow any comments to begin with.

Here’s what I have to say to Miss August #13.

I’m doubtful if your favourite sexual fantasy will come true.

If you realise, there’s a reason why it’s called… fantasy.

Such men… do they exist?

Ok, even if they do, I probably wouldn’t want one.