the lies we dont..

NOTE: pretty sure you should be at least mildly pissed after reading this.. een, maybe not. love it either way..

its amazing to me the amount of stuff it is possible to NOT know about your man. the 'him' you dont see - the 'him' that if you did see, would cause a hurt so confusing you would really rather live ignorant to it. in fact, sometimes, when we do learn bits and pieces, we all of a sudden become super acquainted with le blind eye. APOLOGIES TO ALL THE NICE BOYS OUT THERE. ALL 4 OF YOU.
case(s) in point:
WHAT he would really do to you in bed if he thought you'd let him, or even if you wouldn't... --> messed right? ever caught a glimpse of this girls? the moment he brings his hand up and slightly chokes you, when you kinda think it could be hot, he squeezes a little tighter - you open your eyes to see if infact he's going off the deep end and you are t-minus 40 seconds away from looking down at family members picking out their appropriate black outfits.. weird shit.
WHO he's really talking to when you're not around: because he is. the co-worker ya really try to not get pissed about every time she rubs a little to close to him as she passes by? the one pretending she doesn't care that you are there (in the sense of in her presence AND the fact that you ARE his girl). the one you really wanna pummel, yep.. that one. here's betting there's a text or two in his phone from that one..
INFAMOUSLY - whats going on behind the eyes when you feel like your in a love-lock? -->wheres he going to get weed? if he can fuck you one more time and run out to work without you freaking out of him? he wishes he had a video camera? HD? ever just be looking deep into his eyes thinking.. omg i'm so in love with this man, and suddenly he gets up going, "aww, i was supposed to meet clive like an hour ago! mannn.." pops his clothes on and leaves, and all the while - so you dont feel like a total moron for interpreting the moment as 'loving', all you think to 'think' is.. clive is a retarded name for a dealer. no?
JUST cuz: he wants a session with someone slightly more FLEXIBLE than you - and her legs will be behind her head if the opportunity rises. and here's hoping (for your sake as well) it can infact rise.
OUT of town? i dont give a flying faaaaaawk how good your relationship is. i just dont.
CHILDHOOD? enough said.. but i'll say more anyhow. especially if your man hasn't dealt with his shit.. this is RIDICULOUS territory. for several reasons - but namely that if it was bad, (once again, totally discluding you FOUR) he'll totally use it against you when he knows he's fucked up. ie, begging at your door late one night, "i'm sorry i didnt call you for four days while you were in a car accident/having an abortion/your house burned down/you claimed bankruptcy , but i'm 'fucked up'.. you don't know what it was like for me. but i just feel like we've gone through so much, and i finally feel like i can open up to you.." meanwhile.. you still have NO idea what the hell happened to him to make him 'fucked up', all you know is that (aww balls!) you'll invite him upstairs.
WORK. he may be head over heels. like, actually love you but! his work is the priority. worse than this.. if he's only playin at dealing with how he feels about you - in other words, wants to love you but is 'fucked up', he'll ingrain it in you that it is the priority and then tell you thats where he is, when infact.. he's smoking with clive and a round-assed hussy. yaahuh.
THE ex. how many of you are still talking to your exs? and if you are, does talking mean 'pining', 'fucking', and/or plotting to ruin them? ya, he's no different. well, except that he's a guy. so take away pining and plotting to ruin them. i guess in reality when they do say they have to work.. they are going to work in one sense. hmm, guess they dont lie ALL the time.

now, to all you four nice guys who have read this and thought, nah.. not me.. all i gots to say is.. PUSSY. shocking that you're single, cuz 110 times out of 100, the chick you really want (ahem, ie ME) will be with the two-timing, asphyxiating, daddy-hating, pothead, wont-eat-bottom-feaders (not including their ex's - wait, ew.. that even grossed ME out), lying sacs of shit - wondering.. 'didnt i used to have a future?' as i answer his call immediately following an hour of meditating to the mantra "I will not speak to, msg, email, text, or see him". blind eye turned.. bastard.

its hawt.

peel me a grape..