For one, men are never satisfied. They want and want and want. Just like they want an want and want
their partners until they get her. An then they want and want someone else. Sometimes not even consciously. We hate men because
they betray us in their minds. And in their hearts. Their lust is always for something or somene else. Just for the hell of
it. They betray us by loving us and nuturing us and getting us completely comfortable and safe feeling to dropping us off
of a cliff. From the beautiful proposal "will you marry me?!." To the let down of him buying you a push up bra after you give
birth to his child. "What? why are you upset honey? It was just alittle something I picked up for you at the mall." Really.
Or is it that you want her breast to resemble the 16 year old girl breast at the local Pizza HUT you both visit on friday
and saturday nights. The same breast you google at and go through convulsions trying not to let her (your wife) catch
you staring at. And when she does, she not only feels inferior, less than and undesirable, no, u also make her feel like she's
your mother, by bashfully looking away as if she's going to pull out a switch and lash you on your backside. And by
all means she dosen't want to remind you of your mother. Because then, that would mean she was old. And in your eyes older
is ugly. Well it has to be right. You bought her a pushup bra, which screamed her breast are saggy. And she has yet to
see you oggling at droppy tits. Right. As a matter a fact the comment you made the other day about the woman jogging with
no bra - " What would possess her to do that. Gosh she needs a bra."- But only because they weren't youthful and
firm. Because then you'd be straining to look away before your erection got noticable enough for her(your wife) to see it
through your pants.
And then you wonder why we don't want to go out with you anymore. Well, it's only in the house that we're made to feel
beautiful. Outside there are constant distraction. And we know we are constantly being compared. I wish my wife looked like
that, What perfume was that the waitress was wearing. Oh my gosh look at that ass, Gee she has really cut toes. Yeah
we know. We know that the entire time in the mall your entertaining your mind with lusty affections for other women. Because
they're the desirable. The ones you havent had yet. "When's the last time he looked at me like that" she quietly whispers
in her mind. Her inferiority turns to embarrasment, embarrassment to anger and anger to no sex. No sex? Why? Because she's
not what you want anyway. You much rather be here making love to the sex kitten at the victoria secret check out register.
Sure. Her pussy is just convenient being right beside in bed with no panties. You don't desire her like you use
to. Which makes her feel unpretty. And those sexy kisses on her neck through out the day are just to make her supposedly feel
sexy. Sexy enough to give you some ass tonight because thinking about your co-worker all day has surely has gotten you
ready to explode!
And you wonder why she dosen't wear those sexy teddies to bed anymore. Why she dosent spritz on perfume after getting out
the shower at night. And what happen to those perfectly manicured nails. Well, what's the use. All it takes is football night
and all of her hard work is pointless. And her attempt to do a sexy lil dance for you received a hug and a giggle. "Your so
cute honey". And then you walked away to get a glass of juice. And you wonder why she dosen't want you to touch
her when you re-enter the room. Because you killed the passion. Come on, she knows theres no passion. That was the whole
intention. And you killed it. Twice. In her mind she says- "Here I am in a Hot pink Thong and he's able to walk away get a
mid night snack. But he was so attracted to the waitress he excused him self and went to talk on the phone to distract
his thoughts. And she was in a apron! My goodness! I must be hideous! But if she bought it up, you'd say she was completley crazy.
And in the back of your mind resent her for noticing what you so desperately tried to hide. You'd wish she was
less witty. More dull. And slowly then you'd become intimidated(turned-off) by her intelligence. Howd she figure that.
We'll remeber when she needed help putting together the baby swing. "Gee, your so cute when you need help, so helpless and
confused." That's attractive to him? Me in distress? So when I connected the DSL he must have been totally disgusted.
Or what about the time I fixed the lose screws on the headboard. No wonder he ignored my new hair style that day. It was to
pay me back. But for what. I thought he wanted me to be his partner. Who wants a helpless partner. Helpless I'm not.
The last thing we wat to be
looked at as a wife is one of the guys. TOO BE CONTINUED............
