Do you know the music man?

Women. Just how do they attract us, men, without the attraction? Like fucking magnets. All they have to do is to act all pretty and cute and for some, downright sexy and yes, I’d be swoon over. Well, for the moment at least. Lustful thoughts in my mind? Not really. But the idea to be able to talk to them and see how things could work out – you’ll never know what it could bring – often plays in my head.

Forget cheesy or cliche pick up lines I’d say. Women in my country are so adversed to people approaching them. Its a general culture in my country which thinks that men who do are either (1) selling them some donation, (2) a serial rapist or (3) Steven Lim. Either which, if you are not (2) or (3), you actually still have a shot at approaching and talking to women. The way I see it, there are 2 kinds of guys out there – the Natural, the  Player and the downright Ugly.

Im not gonna talk about the breakdown of these 3 groups. Because, honestly, I cant be bothered. My life’s been nothing short of ups and downs and side ways at times. Its all about them girls. Young and old, slim and sexy kind, pretty faces galore. OMG. Its temptation paradise.

But wait, some people would then ask “So what? Its not as if you’re dating them all or etc, arent you?” 

True to a certain extent though. But then again, dont you wish you could date them all? Men’s natural instinct is to overcome challenges. Thats why we are build with more muscles and such. And when we complete a challenge we feel great about ourselves. Its a feel-good inducer. But dammit, some women/girls play too hard to get and that sucks. It turns us off. Because honestly, theres another pretty face round the corner who would be willing to put down their pride and not be an asshole and play too hard to get. Bitch please, when you grow older, you probably wont look as good as you were. Guy’s value increases as we get older all because we would be the ones having to look after you women.

What the fuck am i ranting about? Oh yeah, women. Love them or hate them, they’ll gonna be around. You gotta play your game tight and smooth.

But here’s a word of advice: Pretty faces come and go. 


Good night, good fight.

Honestly, its not easy being me. Cliche you might say, but its true.  Perhaps, its just me that I crave the attention of people showering down upon me. Especially women. I mean, seriously which man doesn’t? Less you’re gay or some pious guy who spends 16 hours in your place of worship or like one of those Tibetan monks. Damn, they are so darn cool living up in the mountains away from all the smog and politics of the bustling city life. This is me – the confused cosmopolitan. One side wants to be closer to peace and serenity and “in the arms of God” while the other half crave the deadly sins.

Wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony. 

Perhaps not in any order but you get the idea. Often when the sinful part of me kicks in my head, I’m left with the dilemma of being right or being me. Unleashing the inner desires in me. O hell hath no fury. I know. But we live life once and although I believe in eternal life after death, the thought of waiting ever so long to reach it seemed to be killing me inside. Women, especially. They shaped and is still shaping me.

I just needed a platform to voice out my thoughts proper rather than tweet about it. The troubles, hard decisions and problems in life are sometimes meant to be channeled out of my system. The issues concerning women, the chase for success and sexual encounters are indeed fascinating. But deep down, it hurts to know that we cannot get what we want ultimately…

That elusive, ideal woman, all men dream about.