InBetween Breaths

Recently, I just thought of this absurd theory and it keeps bugging me. Perhaps it’s still a bit coarse, but who cares. It seems like guys our age are pretty different from when we were younger. We still like girls but now it seems like in our mind, there are 2 types of girls. Unlike in our younger days, girls are just girls. They all are one entity, tall, short, thin, fat, whatever…Now, this post will get a little offensive, especially to the gentler sex. Please take all these light heartedly and no offence.

Nowadays, there is a line which we draw when we look at a girl. They are wife-material or fling-material. I didn’t mean to let this cat out of the bag, guys, but I think the girls deserve to know this. Moreover, I think they are also using the same judgments against us, too. Ok, before you start bringing out your parangs and shouting “bullshit!” Let us just assume that I am the only one to think this way, now just calm down and read on.

When we look at a girl at first impression, we will immediately have a judgment about you, if you are pretty, most likely you will fall under the fling category in the first instance. But after getting to know you better, you might get upgraded to the premium wife category. If you ugly, ok that sounds a bit bad and distasteful, I apologise. If you are not so physically attractive, I have good news for you! You will not be judged in the first place and will probably be placed under “Others”. But there is better news, after getting to know you better, there is still a chance to be promoted to the wife material category!

To be honest, I really feel that where it comes to choosing the one who you will spend the rest of your life with, looks automatically becomes second in line. At least I will hope to find someone who understands me and knows me inside-out and we can live together like peas and carrots. (I wonder why Forrest Gump came up with this term, I thought peas and carrots usually include corn as well. So what’s the corn? Third party? Child? Or they don’t have corn back in Alabama? Ok, I hope this is not too corny for your liking..haha) Anyway, the one true love that you can spend the rest of life with probably don’t need to be Miss Universe. Of course, if you can have love and still get beauty as well. Good for you, you lucky bas***d!

So now, for the most shocking and revealing part that you will not want to miss. Guys being guys, there are a few types of us as well. In fact, probably gals have the same types as well. Let me just introduce a few of the different kinds.

First, there are the players, they are always actively looking out for girls, and they sieve out ugly girls. They just want the flings. It just meant that they are not ready to settle down. Or so they claimed… I will think that they just want to have fun and get wild while they can. This is probably suicidal for me, but some of them do have a motive of humping you right from the beginning. Don’t be surprised. If you are in the game, too, then fine. But I really pity those who get hurt unnecessarily when they go all out in a relationship only to realize it’s all but a dream.

Then, there are those who are seekers who are really interested to find the one true love. They do not want flings and uncommitted girls. They hope to find a wife not a girlfriend. Some have been hurt in the process and the girls just says, “You try too hard, I need some space to breath a little” Then, when the space is given, a week later, Mr X comes along and fills it up. Then, the next thing she says is, “I think you are not the one for me.” Then, a few months later, she comes back and begs for you to go back to her. I mean, this is pretty common for guys and gals. But, it just totally rubbish to me. In this case, the girl is probably just a player. So maybe, she should just go mix around with the players and leave the seekers alone. I think seekers usually get hurt and that’s pretty unfair but nothing can be done.

There are also player who are transforming into seekers. Well, I guess everyone hopes to settles down some day. But the problem is, the change is not immediate and can be really hard. I mean, if you are a player and you are used to having fun and all, then suddenly, this great wife-material girl comes along and you feel like, OK, this is it. This is the one who will end it all. But as you get along, suddenly, the itch will just come. It will just start tickling you at first and then harder and harder the more you resist it. You just hope that you can play for one last time. Just one more will do. But on the other hand, you know this is the wife-material one and you can’t just let her go and move on. You need to do something badly and two-timing is just not your style. Then suddenly you have this crazy thought, hoping that you can keep this wife material girl in a fridge and keep her inside and you can go and have all the fun. Then when it’s dinnertime, you can just bring it out, heat it up a little and its ready to serve. That, my friend, will always remain a dream. At least it’s a sweet dream.  

Lastly, there are seekers transforming into players. This is one weird scenario but it does happen. And guess whose fault is it again? Yes, it’s the players! They come around and play with your feelings and then dump you aside when their done. So, you decide, why be the good guy, I want to be the bad guy. I want to play, not played. Then, it all happens, within an instance.
  
Well, I believe there are many people who are straying between the lines of seekers and players, they just don’t know what they want and are constantly testing out and see how it goes. Ultimately, I guess finding the one true love will never be easy. “I love you” is a real easy thing to say, especially if it leads to sex. The real essence of loving someone cannot be represented by words alone, its needs to be backed by commitment. I’m sure all the seekers out there will agree with me. So to all the players, the next time you want use this three words, please mean what you say. If you want to lie, please don’t stop lying cause it hurts. It really does.