Because work is boring and I have nothing else to do...

...I'm going to take this moment to examine the rather tempestuous love/hate relationship I have with my own sex. Or maybe just bitch about the fact that I haven't found another girlfriend since my first train-wreck lesbian relationship. Whatever.

To start with, I'm going to list the things that I believe about the female sex (note: these are my observations about my sex in my culture in general; not every tenet will apply to every woman):

A.) Women are manipulative, scheming, underhanded bitches.

B.) Women never say what they mean; this includes often not telling you when you're doing something they don't like.

C.) Women, due to having lived through several thousand years of societal constructs where they are allowed little overt power, have adapted by developing means of gaining power that are less obvious. Such methods include passive aggression, witholding of whatever is in their power to do so (sex, approval, validation, emotional support), seduction, and combining any number of these and other methods into schemes to hurt others and therefore have power over them.

D.) Women are usually much prettier than men.

E.) Most good-looking women know that they are good-looking, and try to use it to their advantage.

The thing is, I understand that while these rules may apply in the majority of cases, they're not all-encompassing, and there really are genuinely nice (and intelligent) women out there. The problem is, when I meet a woman who actually seems like she might be someone I wouldn't mind getting to know (perhaps intimately), I start to have a rather difficult time talking to her. I often suffer from male pattern drift (though fortunately women don't usually expect it from another woman, so I don't get smakked). I stumble over what I'm trying to say and end up flustered. In short, I act like a guy. And that doesn't get me anywhere.

And the fact that I've come to expect most of those behaviors from most women means that I don't go out of my way to interact with them. Which means that I only rarely meet a girl who doesn't fit the stereotype.

Hm. Maybe it's not so surprising after all that I can't find a girlfriend.

Because work is boring and I have nothing else to do...

...I'm going to take this moment to examine the rather tempestuous love/hate relationship I have with my own sex. Or maybe just bitch about the fact that I haven't found another girlfriend since my first train-wreck lesbian relationship. Whatever.

To start with, I'm going to list the things that I believe about the female sex (note: these are my observations about my sex in my culture in general; not every tenet will apply to every woman):

A.) Women are manipulative, scheming, underhanded bitches.

B.) Women never say what they mean; this includes often not telling you when you're doing something they don't like.

C.) Women, due to having lived through several thousand years of societal constructs where they are allowed little overt power, have adapted by developing means of gaining power that are less obvious. Such methods include passive aggression, witholding of whatever is in their power to do so (sex, approval, validation, emotional support), seduction, and combining any number of these and other methods into schemes to hurt others and therefore have power over them.

D.) Women are usually much prettier than men.

E.) Most good-looking women know that they are good-looking, and try to use it to their advantage.

The thing is, I understand that while these rules may apply in the majority of cases, they're not all-encompassing, and there really are genuinely nice (and intelligent) women out there. The problem is, when I meet a woman who actually seems like she might be someone I wouldn't mind getting to know (perhaps intimately), I start to have a rather difficult time talking to her. I often suffer from male pattern drift (though fortunately women don't usually expect it from another woman, so I don't get smakked). I stumble over what I'm trying to say and end up flustered. In short, I act like a guy. And that doesn't get me anywhere.

And the fact that I've come to expect most of those behaviors from most women means that I don't go out of my way to interact with them. Which means that I only rarely meet a girl who doesn't fit the stereotype.

Hm. Maybe it's not so surprising after all that I can't find a girlfriend.