for the first time, someone had the guts to comment directly on an entry on my blog. Normally, I get private messages. most of the time, they are people I never even was previously acquainted with.
even some friends who read my rants from time to time don't even dare post their comments.
So, i chuckled on this new development. And i excitedly composed this reply.
"just read your comment and hahah... we don't really need to box ourselves in categories. Even sluts have different reasons for being so. ;)
anyway... hoping for some views at PR also has more to it than just plain vanity.
hahah...
you see, sometimes you tend to think that at a certain age, you already understand sexual politics inside and out... but unexpected things happen and you find yourself with your jaw dropped in disbelief. you then crawl back to the dance hall of the crazy dating games with a bruised ego and a tired heart.
you realize that you thought you knew these games but the truth is... no one really does. and no one will ever learn. At least that's what i think.
the games never change, yeah... but they vary. and the next time you're in it... it's most likely not the same as the last one you played.
so... again, you subject yourself to the things you swore you'd never ever do again. and when pride looks you in the eye with the ugliest mocking smile... you just say 'bitch! outta my way. i'm on a mission.'
just now... i suddenly hear Enid (Carrie's Vogue Boss) saying "...what are you doing in my waiting pool?"
LOL
you're just 25... why in the world are you ranting my rants... hahahah!"
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