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A lot of men tell me that women are so complicated. Oh yes we are. Especially when it comes to dealing with you guys. One should try to understand why we are so. It’s difficult but at least you would know what to do in a certain circumstance that would need your immediate “good answer”. This article is directed actually to the female gender. An eye opener to ease up on your guy, so that he won’t feel too pressured about things. Men tend to be a hard rock upon your flowing river of intense complex character. It’s not easy being a man, nor is it easy being a woman. A call to the men: just try a little to listen carefully before you answer. Or else you’d find yourself in a deathly trap.*
So, it all adds up to this: If you wanna trust your man, you gotta trust yourself.
Being a female human being isn’t always easy. Especially when the competition out there is so great that sometimes all you can really do is hold on to your man’s arm and pray he won’t stray away.
What are the odds that he will? Well, let’s do some comparative notes here. One, you’re walking in the mall with your guy, having a nice afternoon doing nothing but walk, talk and a little window shopping. You’re wearing your usual t-shirt and jeans, nothing fancy that fashionistas would call “overly-dressed”. As the two of you are strolling down from one shop to another while your arm is around his arm with your fingers locked, here comes this dashing young woman, wearing a lovely pink ruffled mini skirt, with slender legs, high heels, a white spaghetti strap top that plunges into an abyss known as the cleavage, her long hair muddled in a way that it still looks nice, and good-looking sunglasses. Although she is wearing make-up that would have looked better if she were attending a party or an event of some sort.
Hhmmm….
Can’t help it, but both of you tend to stare.
You stare at her stilettos. He stares at her legs. You gaze at the sunglasses she’s wearing, hoping to know what brand it is, while he’s checking out her long neck tracing down to her cleavage.
Silence.
She passes by without a trace that she even noticed you guys. A whiff of perfume clouds your air. It ain’t too much, it ain’t too little. It smells good, but it isn’t your taste. You look up ahead and try to recall the “phenomenon” that just elapsed. “What an outfit” would be your thoughts. How improper. She might be a model or a socialite. You shrug your shoulders and say baaah. Whatever. All this happens in just a split of a second after she had walked by. Then you realized that your guy had his upper half-body twisted to the back, looking at that woman. Ahem! Heller! (--with the voice of my office neighbor Abby in full volume) You then pinch is arm to snap him back to reality. He jerks, looks at you, smiles and says “Whaaat!?!?” You just raise an eye brow, a sinister snicker forms on your lips and walk on.
Two… Same scenario. But this time, your guy just saw her, looked, and finish! He’s done with the sights. He looks up ahead and walks on. You on the other hand had looked, turned and stared at that woman even after she had passed by long ago (which is like a good 10 seconds). You turn to your man, your eyebrows coming together while you look like you were wondering about something, then you speak: “What was that!? Did you see her? Talk about miss-look-at-me-I’m-hot. Pffft. What a slut.” Then he says, “Why? What was wrong with her? I didn’t find anything wrong.” Your eyes go large and your voice rises up. “What are you saying? You like her don’t you?” “No, I’m just saying that she doesn’t look like a slut. She looks nice. She smells nice. Maybe you should try dressing up nicely once in a while.”
Shock.
“W-hell…” Your arm drops and you release from the hold and face him. “You’re free to go have HER.” And walks away.
Another type (Three) would be that the two of you would stare at her, your eyes following even as she passed, there’s silence. Her scent still lingering in your nostrils. You see that other people can’t help but look at her as well, with some of them having weird expressions on their faces. Both of you turn towards each other, a smile forming at the lips, and then burst out giggling. Agreeing that what you saw was just a wee bit odd.
So… what has this taught us, class?
That a situation will always have unpredictable outcomes. Too many things can result in one single simple situation so a woman needs to know how to deal when it comes; it would also depend on how you yourself would handle the circumstances. And of course, the true nature of your guy, how he behaves, reacts, acknowledges and what-have-you’s. Men can become so flimsy and so tenuous that we ladies sometimes tend to just shrug at the whatever’s. Yeah yeah yeah…so what if she’s prettier than you. What if another girl looks at your “hubby”? Who’s got the man anyway? You do! So keep it that way and don’t complicate things anymore. The more you push the issue, the more breakable the condition becomes. Try to leave the jealous behavior at home. Better yet, lock it up in some drawer where it would soon be forgotten.
Jealousy. Such a dangerous tool.
It can whip you to death. It can strangle you ‘til you can’t breathe. It can harm your loved ones and destroy the bond of trust. It can even create this image that no man can ever be trusted, which also could be a fact…depending on that guy.
So, as I said earlier, if you want to trust your man, you gotta trust yourself. Be prepared for anything, be cautious, but don’t let your fears take over your sane mind. It will kill you slowly, literally, believe me.
Women are the basis as to why the world lives. Women are the reason as to why men live. We are the muses, the goddesses, the weaknesses of men. We can have them at the tip of our fingers with just a snap of charm, grace and beauty. Figure out what “powers” you have and intensify them and without a doubt, they will never leave your side. Do not abuse, of course. That is the dark side of the force.
Trust yourself. Make sure he knows you trust him. Unless he’s a real bastard and will run around another bush and leave you to believe that you’re his only one. It is a known fact that the male species in general are mentally and dick-ly polygamous when it comes to having sex affairs or “love” affairs throughout the history of man. Women also have this record. But not so much abundant as the men’s, so it seems. We have our faults. We have our secrets. We have the potential to be every man’s desire even if he is involved with another. We are the tempest goddesses, the sirens of the sea who lure men to their final destinations. So don’t complain if this really nice guy you’re with finds out you’re humping someone else. Shame on you.
Yes. Shame on us women for being so. It’s a two-way situation. Everything is anyway.
I’m tired of reasoning out. Some things are left unsaid and best experienced. So I’m gonna shut up now think a little bit more of what I have been babbling about. I just hope I made sense. Here I go again, babbling defensively. Another bubble thought just popped. Men are apt to be logic, women have a tendency to reason more. It’s how things go. So bear with your man’s silence when you have begun to taunt and rant about the littlest thing. Silence can sometimes bring out the best answer to everything.
So how would you handle a situation similar to the scenario I had given? Abby says after seeing her guy check out another girl, she will look at him and will say without batting an eyelash… “I trust you.” With her hand firmly gripped on his.
(Ponders away in thought, munching on a pretzel)
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Article written by Mahal Amanda Adams
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