The ultimate perfecto

In the city, powerful women are everywhere. Some of them earn more money than men; some of them wear more pants than men.
In my dental building, women dominate the faculty, from the classroom to the clinic. I have 4 female class reps 4 years in a row. Damn right Beyonce, one day girls are gonna run the world.

*Princess Diana, the most perfect woman in every universe.

The woman empowerment arises so quick and so impacted that sometimes I think women secretly want to be their own man. May be plus a vibrator.
That way, they can keep their head focus on the career and protect their hearts from breaking into million pieces, and still get orgasm.
They get the best of every world. They make the best out of every world.
Men can't be the ordinary man anymore, either the supreme womanizer, or a piece of boring shit. And of course, there is always a friendship forever, let's not forget about this.

From what I learnt from movies, woman dated a guy then she will figuratively dissect her date with her bunch of posse, until they all found one tiny nano blemish out of the guy who happen to like the girl very much.
"He likes to shower after sex." "That's so weird.""I know right!"
"He still goes to church with his mum every Sunday..""A HOLY son, seriously?"

*Jamie Oliver, cook and british, flawless!

The process is inevitable, like how men will talk about the same stuff with their buddies.
"I scored again yesterday night.""AGAIN?!"
"Eh check out her twins."
For most city men those trivia doesn't really matter, penetration is the only real deal after all.

Women's expectation towards men is getting higher and higher, they expect man to be as charismatic as spiderman, and exuding the sense of mystery at the same time, like batman. When men's commitment issue is still an insurmountable conundrum, under the colourful neon light, everyone starts looking for a one night fling, nothing serious.
They replaced love with the idea of companionship.

Whore and manwhore, they are the new love.

5 letters. Starting with T and ending with G.

Am I sensing someTHING between you and that cute butt?

How's the THING going on?

Wow check out that sexy little wild THING!

Honestly it feels..relieved, to replace whatever-it-is with the term THING. It's like as long as you don't label it, or you don't figure out what the hell it is, then you don't have to carry the responsibility on your shoulder.

"Dude/Girl (I don't wanna be a sexist here), you broke her/his heart!"
"Whatever, it's not like we have love, it's just one of those things you know."

I blame it on our age, that sometimes when it comes to love, we sorta..handle it offhandedly.
Is it because we've waited long enough so when the sweet moment left and we don't feel right anymore, we tend to skip the middle-whatever-it-is part and jump right into the verdict.

Let's see..set eyes on the target..stalking on FB..scratch off your scalp thinking how to get the handphone number..sms everywhere everytime..sitting in cafe/library/swimming pool forever just to bump into that person accidentally on purpose..the pretentious FB chat..ceaseless flirting and scheming..FINALLY.FIRST.DATE.

Well, it's indeed a long preparation.
Boy was enchanted to meet the girl; Girl was thinking how to be the person he misses at night.
Both side want to know how the thing leads them to any level, see how thing goes!
I believe that's why some people ended their relationship hastily before the boiled water manage to soften your instant cup noodles, because they CAN leave everything behind and get ready for the next exciting, refreshing, better experience (they think.HA!).

It's like root canal treatment, we take multiple visits to access and shape the desirable form, but when the thing is done, we only take 15 mins (30 mins top) to seal the whole thing that we've worked for the past few weeks. BYE. Never going to see you again.

Beep.

"Hey clement you wanna hang out?"
*Staring at my tumblr and other window tabs
"Err, no. I have a thing later."
*Continue tumblring.

Easy. No guilt at all.