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Trent
Guest
there are two types of people.
those that love others for who they are.
and those that love others for what they offer.
it's a cold hard world out there.
if this girl doesn't know enough to be thankful that ANYONE wants to take care of her,
whether that be in a one bedroom or two bedroom apartment or a shack in the woods,
she is an effing idiot.
i've been homeless. i've slept in my truck. once you've been there, your perspective changes.
all this bs about how it's the guy's job to provide for her...
my ass.
it's 2012.
she wants a two bedroom apartment, she gets a job and ******* leases one.
honestly, she sounds like a "job" to me.
i've already got a job.
if being with her is less about love and more about preconditions for what you offer,
that sounds like pay for play to me.
no thanks.
if i wanted a prostitute, i'd just grab one on lunch at work, they are everywhere.
but that's not likely to happen as i'm morally opposed to "paying" for affection.
once a relationship becomes a job, i'm out.
relationships can become "jobs" in many ways...
suddenly, it's not about love anymore.
it's about providing and performing and competing and dancing like a ******* circus monkey.
the problem is that too many men are desperate enough to put on the clown shoes and do the roger rabbit for a piece of ass.
those that love others for who they are.
and those that love others for what they offer.
it's a cold hard world out there.
if this girl doesn't know enough to be thankful that ANYONE wants to take care of her,
whether that be in a one bedroom or two bedroom apartment or a shack in the woods,
she is an effing idiot.
i've been homeless. i've slept in my truck. once you've been there, your perspective changes.
all this bs about how it's the guy's job to provide for her...
my ass.
it's 2012.
she wants a two bedroom apartment, she gets a job and ******* leases one.
honestly, she sounds like a "job" to me.
i've already got a job.
if being with her is less about love and more about preconditions for what you offer,
that sounds like pay for play to me.
no thanks.
if i wanted a prostitute, i'd just grab one on lunch at work, they are everywhere.
but that's not likely to happen as i'm morally opposed to "paying" for affection.
once a relationship becomes a job, i'm out.
relationships can become "jobs" in many ways...
suddenly, it's not about love anymore.
it's about providing and performing and competing and dancing like a ******* circus monkey.
the problem is that too many men are desperate enough to put on the clown shoes and do the roger rabbit for a piece of ass.