The weather has been gloomy and rainy all day. So I thought of coming back here and writing a little more. The conversation with my friend is going on. I shall say, progress is being made. The true measure is hope is getting converted to hilarity. It is perfect to be shallow in relationships. I found that really helps. Every time I have tried to swim at the deep end, I have found myself calling the lifeguards (a.k.a friends). Why try to figure out the reason behind every smile, every response, every insinuation. Life can be really made simple if everyone followed two rules:
One: Women tell the men what you want and at least wait till your man fulfills before you change it.
Two: Men do exactly what the woman is telling you. No more, no less.
No more mind reading. No more expecting "if he loves me then he should know what I want". No teasing, pleasing, and appeasing when she says she does not like that. There will be no confusion, no misunderstandings, and no false hopes. No expectations, no unfulfilled promises, and no upsets. No anger, no irritation, and no heart-breaks. But no!
Why not take the roller-coaster, instead? Can't think of being in a relationship without twists and turns, without red lights and stop signs, and jumping red lights, can you? And yes! when that bozo zips past in a minted sports-car breaking all rules and chasing the same girl at twice the speed I was going, oh! how much I desire he gets pulled over or run over in the highway of life. Hope he gets slapped.
Anyway, running after one's beloved is a miserable but necessary need. Even if it causes nausea. Good luck my friend. Just remember to return my favors. I will be in your shoes pretty soon.
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