I can be such a perfectionist sometimes. It’s a horrible habit, especially when it comes to the women folk. I think most men can relate. It’s selfish really, but sometimes there’s that one thing about a girl I just can’t get over. Maybe she doesn’t flush. That bothers me. Maybe she chews with her mouth open. Gross. Maybe she’s psycho. Oh my. Whatever it is, it eats away at me, day by day, until ultimately I can’t take it anymore and I am forced to “Next” her.
Humans can be so tough on each other. I can’t say I’m completely innocent, but it seems like the criticism never stops. I wish most days that we could all get along… a world where everyone would laugh and sing while the Dave Matthews Band play in the background. I’m getting a woody just thinking about it.
Really, I just want a girl who smells good. Some guys like to judge a girl by the size of her assorted body parts, but come on boys, let’s live and learn. All that stuff gets saggy anyway. The only thing that matters to me is what a girl does for my olfactory. Ladies, I can’t begin to explain how much I love to come home and have your scent all over me; I’m like a Basset Hound. I don’t care what you look like, if you smell good, I’m all for it. Though, I will warn all those independent women out there that they should only wear that Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, or Gwen Stefani stuff if they want to smell like whore. Case closed.
