Only Interested in your Tits

Shut it, I am aware: it doesn’t sound pleasant or polite; but you must appreciate, it’s the damn truth. Well, it is also the amazing twenty-first century, a time of striving to get rid of demented politeness, which slowly ruins and slaughters lives of many. I prefer a someone who blasts it out like hell, rather than one who pretends being all sweet, yet a total piece of shit in my absence. This clearly brings I to a fact that, proclaimed dating, should be done truthfully. Unfortunately, many claim that while dating, one should be at their best. I prefer it to be the other way around: while dating, one should be in their complete comfort zone. This should be executed if individuals involved, have a delusion of a life plan, which includes both being together. The latter points to a fact of I having strapped off emotions I am supposed to own, onto a back banner, and shoved them up someone’s arse.

Much as many pretend that “looks do not matter”, I shall repeat it: call I shallow minded, but I am all in for looks. Very observant I am, but I have still failed to catch up with this thing called personality. With personality, in case I get it all wrong, or the other party involved fakes it, with hope of getting it right, then am screwed. However, when I am all in for a someone having a great pair of tits, I am aware, they are there. Worry less, I know a lot about this thing called fake boobs, and how to make them look better or bigger. It goes a long with instances of a someone having a great body – difficult to obtain and maintain: observe and watch them while seated, it’s the trick.

As a matter of fact, I have a delusional demented thinking: if people clearly stated why they are truly interested in a someone, rather than stating what the other is interested in listening to, relationships would go a long way. The dating arena would be so much fun, and everyone, as in everyone who is “legally” allowed to date, will enjoy it. Yes, the lines are blurry, but without them, it would be a total disaster and no fun.

Time is of an essence, and saves emotions of many. Rumors have it that a good number of individuals, suddenly start looking “ugly”, when they get comfortable in a relationship. I would have loved to do the statistics, but it is just too obvious. These individuals suddenly stop taking good care of themselves, with a falsehood that the other told them, they are interested in their personality. I call bs on that: time to cut the damn crap, and individuals start speaking out, as to why they are interested in the other. It is an opportunistic century, with not much room for lagging. Strap up my dear, and face the reality, you will get to save yourself from the after myth of the other no longer being interested in you. Every time a friend asks why they were cheated on or dumped, I tell them to take a closer look in the mirror, and compare to the very first photo they took, while they had just got into the relationship, or began dating – there you have your answer my sweet little angel.