As much hatred as I have for myself for being so stupid to crack open the ‘I like you’ card to wifeyD, I kinda see it more as a revelation of some sort.
All my life, I’ve hungered for a well planned married life with the man I love and all that crap. I’m turning 30 this year and pretty soon, I’ll start having to use anti-ageing cream and god, my forehead had started wrinkling after all. Life is giving me one more chance to have a blast. You get old, you’ll get fixed. Why worry about something that would fixate me up on a permanent life plan when I can have the ride of my life of release and reformation.
When wifeyD talked to me like I was his ex, asking me how many boyfriends I “have” and how it was supposed to be normal for me to have more than one boyfriend, I felt insulted. It was one thing to be bitter but accusing someone who has nothing but care for him of falling into the same prototype as the same species as his ex, it was a bit unfair to think he was the only capable gay man who could recite monogamy and loyalty on a millisecond basis. But I guess I know the benefits of realizing what I’m capable of doing now. It was my last chance to be single and to enjoy my youth.
I got a good body now because I wanted to impress BooMan before. I got a boost of confidence from the two night stands that I had with other boys. I got an affordable life where I can go around and wine and dine anywhere with anyone I want and might I add, I got offers from some guys. Yes, my attention is pretty much embossed towards that position.
People hate players but it’s not really an accusation when one is meant to be one. Not in it for love, not caring about my future for once and pretty much selfish in my own shoes, it’s time for this sex craving committed cub to have the time of his life before he grows his mane. What about wifeyD? I don’t know. I don’t care about the future anymore.
All my life, I’ve hungered for a well planned married life with the man I love and all that crap. I’m turning 30 this year and pretty soon, I’ll start having to use anti-ageing cream and god, my forehead had started wrinkling after all. Life is giving me one more chance to have a blast. You get old, you’ll get fixed. Why worry about something that would fixate me up on a permanent life plan when I can have the ride of my life of release and reformation.
When wifeyD talked to me like I was his ex, asking me how many boyfriends I “have” and how it was supposed to be normal for me to have more than one boyfriend, I felt insulted. It was one thing to be bitter but accusing someone who has nothing but care for him of falling into the same prototype as the same species as his ex, it was a bit unfair to think he was the only capable gay man who could recite monogamy and loyalty on a millisecond basis. But I guess I know the benefits of realizing what I’m capable of doing now. It was my last chance to be single and to enjoy my youth.
I got a good body now because I wanted to impress BooMan before. I got a boost of confidence from the two night stands that I had with other boys. I got an affordable life where I can go around and wine and dine anywhere with anyone I want and might I add, I got offers from some guys. Yes, my attention is pretty much embossed towards that position.
People hate players but it’s not really an accusation when one is meant to be one. Not in it for love, not caring about my future for once and pretty much selfish in my own shoes, it’s time for this sex craving committed cub to have the time of his life before he grows his mane. What about wifeyD? I don’t know. I don’t care about the future anymore.
Listening to: System Of A Down – Toxicity
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