Cougars. How did a word for an animal specie started to fit for a termology of a woman chasing after younger men? Interesting how the culture of the “slang” language came up with their own words and definitions for them. I didn’t truly understand what that word had meant till I had started to take acknowledge of a woman who started to date men younger than her age. It wasn’t always like this for her. Before, when she was young in her teens, she would always date boys at least 2 years older than her. Some were probably even close to being 10 years older than her. As she would slowly start to age based on looks and personality, her game had started to change. Now, she would try to flirt with any men who are even at least a year younger than her to make herself feel young again. It’s interesting, but yet disgusting in a way how she would try her flirty ways to test if she still “got it” with the boys. I had just witnessed how she would try to act cute, like a younger girl back like how she would in her teens, to make the young male to see her as a younger woman than her actual age. But here’s the thing, why can’t these women understand that they are getting older? Can’t they just stick to men to their own age? It’s gross to see how these women are dating men who are young enough to be either their son or their grandson. Yuck! Perhaps, there’s this unknown syndrome of women who fell in love and got married way too young and felt like they had missed out a lot in life. Probably, they feel like they need to catch up with their youngerselves while they are still alive. This sounds very similiar to a bucket list. Bucket list number 1: Date as many younger men as possible (but must be at least 18 to be legally pursued). I believe that these type of ideas are crossing their minds this very moment as a young, charismatic boy passes them by on a street or meeting them through family and friends. Are cougars very amusing people? I’d like to think so. (:
Have you ever heard of that phrase before as it’s titled above? Sadly to say, the phrase is mostly true to certain scenarios. So many victims who have been manipulated were cursing at those people who would “mind rape” their significant others or trick them into falling for them by saying the words they know that their lovers would want to hear. But seriously, the “players” in society has been wrongly accused. It’s not them who the victims should hate. It’s the game that society has built in the world for us. The game has so many rules and goals for those to offer. The reason how these players even began was due to the issues of them (once upon a time) getting hurt at first. So eventually, this is an advantage to them. Because this is a way for them to gain a better understanding of the opposite sex and practice on the weaker players to test out their theories and the playbook. Once the player learns the “do’s” and “don’ts”, the game doesn’t stop there. As they continue to win at every level, they would never stop playing! However, the game will hit the players at a certain point in time, where the empiphany will help them learn the words of a “serious relationship”. But why do these players decide to use these techniques on the weak? When instead, they should be using it on those who wanted to play the game in the first place? The answers to these questions, that so many of those who have been hurt that want to know, still remains an unknown. I, for one, can honestly say that I’ve been played before. This event has been newly recent too. I met a boy who has been treating me fairly well. However, I eventually started to pick up the wrongs he did to me—so I decided to ended our courtship. Strangely right when the relationship has ended, he had turned back to the person that I had first met him as before. As I saw the behavioral change in him with the phone calls and text messages, that’s when I had begun to realize that I was in a game with a player. And I didn’t even realize that I was the player’s target. So apparently, I had lost the game. So later, I had confronted him about this. Of course, him being a boy would tell me a rubbish lie. Which I didn’t understand, because if he had came in clean about the truth, the truth couldn’t have hurt me anymore than what he had done to me previously in the relationship. The truth would actually set me free. But still, he would keep on denying how he had never once played a single game on me. And if he was to play, then I would have known. Fool! I’ve been tricked! Sigh. I guess another saying could also coincide with the title, “once a player, always a player”. Will he ever learn his mistake and stop playing? I guess we will never know in the long run. I just got to let fate handle the personal life of his future. I really do hope that I will be able to find my future with a better, brighter person. The end.
forever love.
sandy
LOOK AT WHAT MY BABY GOT FOR ME! (X
Amazing! Is it possible for the impossible to happen? Well it did for me surprisingly. It all started with a simple heartbreak with a boy. A boy that I thought I wasn’t able to get my mind off of and get over. It took months and months at a time for the wound to heal. As soon as I was about to give up on my hopes of ever finding happiness, finally a new door has opened for me. There stood, another boy that I had never expected to be the next new guy for me. At first, he was a gentle friend. Someone I was able to share a bond that had helped me understood that life goes on. Then eventually, we went from friends to becoming lovers. How did this all happen? I guess in life, things just happen. As time goes on with my new found beau, the memories that were once created and I had thought that I wasn’t able to forget and erase was slowly disappearing. I’m able to recreate new memories to suppress the memories that I once had with you. I am finally able to officially say that I’m over you and I have finally moved on. You were like once a stain that wasn’t able to erase. Like another good friend had once told me as a joke, just get a bleach pen and delete it. I had finally found the perfect bleach brand to delete the mess that you had did and left behind.
I’m still in shocked on how much of a bad image he carries on with him, but yet he seems so harmless. What’s with this witty infatuation that I’m having? Could it be? Could it be that my fortune about my future that has been told is starting to come true? At this point, as I already questioned in the beginning, anything is possible. It’s also amazing how there are things in a guy that I would hate to date:
- A guy that smokes cigarretes.
- He currently is unemployed/not attending school.
- He was once a player and played on many women.
- He dresses very thuggish/gangster.
- Parties really hard but no work at all.
With all of these main flaws that I really loathe in a man, why was I still willing to date him? In the beginning, I had only found him interesting. But I didn’t find him good looking or didn’t find him as a “boyfriend material”. I just saw in him as a friend that I was able to connect on a friendly basis level. Yet, eventually he started to catch my interest and gained my attention towards him. Afterwards, each and every single day as I start to have late night phone conversations and non-stop text messages back and forth, I haven’t felt anything. Not until one night, we had decided to go watch a movie and grab dinner, then towards the end of the night, on my drive back home, it had got me thinking. Did those events that night felt like a date? It got me questionning myself over and over. I had to hit myself in my head and tell myself that I was overthinking it. As nights with the long conversations goes by, I had began to notice that my feelings for him was starting to grow bit by bit. Finally, at last, he had told me that he had really liked me! He had explained to me how he wasn’t sure on how to tell me cause he had thought that I didn’t felt the same way as he did. But evidently, I did. So before this blog drags, I just want to say that I’m glad that he gave me hope and the courage to move on to a bigger, better relationship where I can start anew. With all the flaws that you have along with the best of you, I guess like the movie He’s Just Not That Into You had said many times, you’re my exception. Thank you baby!
forever love.
sandy
