Dear Big Eyes (some of you will recognize her)
I guess your heart doesn’t learn does it? You knew this as a bad idea when it started but I guess that big heart is your kryptonite. It’s that heart; that big big heart that wants to believe the world is a better place and all men are not the same -maybe. The f*ckd up part is knew what I was doing. I did. I’ve done it so many times before, except I’m really good at it. My god if they awarded men who can talk their way into womens “everything”, I would have a presidential medal. Except that’s not really funny is it? Or maybe it was your curiosity, I gave u too many unanswered fascinations and u don’t like loose ends, so you walked your way into this, this damn sexual/emotional/financial complication we now in.
In a utopia I would have just told you I thought you where really attractive & if u up for it I would like to have sex with you. Except you might have said NO, which brings me to the point of my letter. Why I lied, but everything wasn’t a lie!
I don’t understand who set the rules, but it seems they need a change. The rules say we date and through dating we f*ck. The rules don’t address us who don’t want to date, the rules make an flawed assumption that attraction is whole, but it’s not, I might just be attracted to your physic, or just your brain, or your godliness, what if I’m just attracted to your sin? The rules do not attend to this, Infact they do, the rules say sex- outside a structure is hoeing. They also say hoeing is bad. So like anything with too many complicated rules in a changing world the rules are now corrupted. Mom & dad seem to have done fine but have they really? Dad has had episodes, mum just prays. Granddaddy on the other hand was a ninja, he married them all.
There is ONE word. One word that summarizes what women are after- SECURITY! To some it’s emotional security, to others financial, to others physical. Likewise there is also one word that summarizes what men are after- SEX (labusvusvu). Like an airport to some men sex is a departure point of a relationship, to some it’s the arrival, to some transit and of-course to some it’s sight seeing. Kuperekedza vamwe.
This is the story of how my relationship with Big Eyes.
Do you want part 2?