Men, grow some balls!

They say men are from Mars and women are from Venus...

That's an understatement!

Why do men always think it's better to say what we, women, are supposed to be willing to hear? They shouldn't try so hard to say things that are supposed to please us, because they always miss their target.

Women just want to hear the truth...even if it hurts, the truth is always better than lies. The truth will hurt us really bad for a moment; then we'll get over it...Lies keep us in a miserable state for longer. It's like a bandage ... If it is removed slowly, it really hurts…but pull it hard and fast, and the pain will be intense but temporary.

But men are "sweet talkers". They can't help it, it's in their genes. They always presume that the women love to be fooled with honey-coated words. Bur believe me, we don't! We are stronger than we seem, and we can take it.

So please, stop telling us that you care when you don’t. We will believe you and stick around when all you want is for us to disappear… None of us will be happy. Just grow some balls and tell us that you’ve made a mistake, you’re human after all. And if we hate you for this, why would you care, right? Hate is better than misery!

Oh and then there’re some men who just won’t say anything… They’ll just keep us hanging there, hoping for God knows what. We’ll wait, and wait, but nothing… Until we’ll begin to beg you for something, anything that will prove to us that you care… But still nothing, then we’ll plead more, and we’ll become annoying, but we’ve got to know! There, see? Nobody’s happy again!

So grow some balls and tell us you’re done with us. You don’t have to be mean and insensitive, there are ways to tell a woman you’re fed up and you’ve changed your mind. Then again, if we hate you after that, why would you care?

My point here is to let men know that they need to talk more and say what they’re actually thinking! I know that I’m fed up to wait for the truth.

SO GROW SOME BALLS AND TALK!

The Crypt

Pushed and helped by my awesome Mentor Benjamin Russell, I have entered Julez S Morbius' competition and here's the result of our brainstorming... ( click on the names to see what these two fantastic men are up to)

Carly was dizzy from adrenaline.  “Are you sure that’s the one? She whispered.

“Why are you whispering? Yea, I’m sure.”

Anthony grabbed the book from his back pocket. “See? It says here, the third crypt from the right alley. Come on, we’re wasting time.” 

Carly held onto Anthony’s arm with a tight grip, feeling utterly terrified about what they were about to do. “Listen, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Dead people deserve to rest in peace. We shouldn’t be doing this, stealing something to prove how tough you are!” 

Anthony just ignored her and kept marching towards the crypt. Truthfully, he could barely hear a word she said because of his heartbeat thundering between his ears.He was excited by this new challenge, and she wouldn’t bring him down with her complaints.  He’d only brought her along to be his witness.  This is something he had to do; tonight was his rite of passage. His chance to prove to all the guys at the bar that he had more balls than all the rest of them combined.

When they arrived at the door, he took out the equipment he had brought in a little bag and began to study the lock. “Piece of cake,” he said.  It took him less than a minute to force the lock and the door opened with a grating noise that made Carly’s heart skip a beat.  

As they entered the crypt, Carly thought that she was going to die of fright. A faint pop sizzled along her nerve endings and every cell in her body screamed at her; “Run, get the fuck out of there.”

They finally reached the grave and Anthony turned around to look at her, a big smile on his lips. “Well, that wasn’t so difficult now, was it?”

Carly began to relax and even tried to smile. “Yes, you were right, it’s not….”
Her eyes widened and a cry died on her lips when Anthony’s head toppled off his shoulders and rolled on the floor.

For Benjamin

This post is for Benjamin, for pushing me (not too hard, don't worry...just the right pressure on the right spots..) to create this blog. So thank you Mister, you were right: I'm having a great time here