"Letters I've written, never meaning to send."

Not my generation, but that doesn't mean I can't admire genius.

A previous post has brought it to my attention that:

I have absolutely no judgment of character when it comes to the opposite sex. I can't even tell the difference between a guy asking a simple question and a cheating jerk-off trying to send out feelers.

I went out to kareoke night and a guy hit on me, but he talked a lot and was really philosophical. I thought he was intelligent. Later my friend, who is 10 years my junior, told me he was higher than superman looking for krypton. I never mess with drugs (I don't even smoke), so I had no clue.

I married a guy who later told me he was gay and wanted to be a girl. When our marriage ended, everyone saw his problem but me.

I never thought of myself as super smart, but lately I feel like a moron. I wouldn't like to think I'm an innocent in relationships, maybe I have no sense? I'm at the point where I am getting bitter and want to give up.

I still want to believe there are good people out there; that there is still someone out there for me who wants to share my life.

First post, I ranted. Now I want to cry. Maybe I just need a therapist.

Rather than running away from what I believe to be complete and totally honest answers about my own lack of character, I'm gonna say thank you.

Thank you to everyone who posted. My personal perspective is very small and I definitely needed to be reminded that the world is much bigger than my imagination has gone. I realize what a complete and total *** I just made of myself and hope mothers will forgive me.

I don't understand why the mothers who defended that they weren't like that, kept thinking I was talking about them? Kind of confusing. Women's Liberation as a whole was simply a quick adjective for our overcompensation tactics to receive equal treatment. I truly believe we have taken it too far.

To the people who believe I was acting superior, I'm sorry that was misconstrued. I actually blame my entire sex, myself included, for the emasculating men, and then expecting them to remember what their role is in the relationship. I have confused more than my fair share of man/boys.

TO THE CAPTAIN...thank you for your comments, it was nice to have constructive criticism with a precision Ginsu, instead of the dull chainsaws wielded by the others.

Getting off my high-horse,
Shayna

Bob was a prominent business man who had a beautiful, slightly nympho wife. However, he was worried that, when he went on business trips, her condition might have her cheat on him.

So he went to the local 'Love Shop' and asked for a 'marital aid' for his wife.

When he explained the problem the clerk said, "You need something special. The VooDoo Penis."

"What?"

"Its a vibrator bewitched by a VooDoo Preistess. All you have to say is 'VooDoo Penis' and where you want it to go. It will go for hours till you say 'VooDoo Penis Halt'".

Bob immediately bought the present and brought it home to his wife. When she opened it up, and he explained what it did, she thought he was out of his mind.

A week later, Bob when out of town for business. His wife just stared at the box for a while. Opened it, got undressed, laid on the bed and said, "VooDoo Penis my Vagina".

After her third orgasm, she tried to take it out and couldn't, it just kept going. The wife could not remember how to remove it.

All the while this thing was going, she got dressed and got in her car to go the hospital. Driving like a bat outta hell, she got stopped by a State Trooper.

"Do you know how fast you were going?"

"yes (pant)but officer, I have to get to the hospital. (pant) I have a VooDoo penis stuck in me."

"A What?!"

"A VooDoo Penis (pant). Its a cursed (pant)vibrator and it won't stop."

The State Trooper looked skeptical, "VooDoo Penis my ***."

How to speak without an Accent.

Arnold Schwartzenegger

Oh man! I so saw it coming, but that was awesome!

I went to St. Francis Cabrini as a girl.

I love that! lmao!

I think you were trying to catch a chicks attention and ended up with guys. Well, except for that girl who likes her forehead alot. I'm with you on the metal, I still own cassette tapes from the 80s. Lovingly preserved as I buy CD replacements.

lmao! I guess I better fix that. lol! I'm a woman.

You could be right Gwen. I am surprised, however, that you would assume I was speaking about myself in regard to women's promiscuity these days.

I'm no literary genius. Maybe I was expressing it wrong, but I was reflecting the area I live in. Women outnumber men 4 to 1 here and all I see are backstabbing, lying, manipulative girls who will rip out their best friends throat to get a decent guy who isn't a 'mamma's boy'. I see the shallow, pathetic behavior in my teenage nieces and wanna cry.

Mamma's boy is something we have an abundance of here because of the lethal mix of a woman who grew up in the 'women's liberation' era, but still chose to stay home with the family. As an over-compensation to be loved for 'who you are' the moms glom their issues on to their kids. You cook that for about 10 years and you have one pissed chick. I guess I left out the Dad, who is the x-factor of never being around. We also have a large number of dead-beat dads here who stay married for the food stamps, but are too busy drinking to notice the mom is a psycho.

Call me crazy, but I'm just not interested in trying to find a future with this bunch.

Color me 'Bitterly Unsurprised' that the only direct, descriptive reply was a woman who felt it necessary to belittle the idea in an effort to feel superior.

BTW Gwen...your hair is beautiful.

My brothers were both married at a young age, divorced and then married a second time. They taught me a very, VERY important lesson.

A good relationship is found in the stages.

1. Infatuation- You think they are the most awesome people in the world, but you don't actually know them. This goes on through first three stages. If the sex is awesome, possibly longer.

2. Comfort- You and she seem to get along really well (this is tricky b/c you are still fooling each other by saying every thing each does is okay).

3. Tests- You start to learn more about each other and your habits. This is where you would find out if you have more in common to actually want to spend days in each other's company.

4. Bottom of the Barrel- you have your first fight and it involves some core issues. You have to decide if its worth setting aside your values to keep the relationship going.

5. The Question- IF after all that, you decide that they are still worth the risk, and you don't think you could possibly find another person that fits you as well, then you ask them to marry you.

Seems to me that you jumped stages 2-4 and hopped right into 5.

Dear Mom,

I know you love your son, but you are seriously neutering him. All that women's liberation is great for us and our self confidence. It isn't good for your son, who is now so *****-whipped b/c you control every aspect of his life.

He is now apart of a generation of men raised by their mothers, who have ingrained it into their heads that women are the superior species and he should do NOTHING to challenge their minds or bodies.

They are so sensitive and have all these feelings, and he should respect all of them. Really mom? The feelings we have when one little nail is uneven and we cry? The rage we go into when our boyfriends mix the colors and the whites? Even the times that PMS makes us climb a clock tower with a rifle?

There are a whole group of immature under-developed men in their 20s & 30s who are afraid to be men. Dating, in this day and age, is like going to a junior high dance. Girls are still girls, and want a boy to ask them to dance. Boys are still too terrified to ask.

We give out blow-jobs and quickies like 3 cent candy, just to get their attention long enough for us to find out his balls are the size of M&Ms.

The ones who aren't scared to take the initiative, are now used to the free treats too, and don't give a rats *** about sticking with any one girl. This just pisses us off and makes us give up and look for another girl instead.

Bottom line Mom: You claim that chivalry is dead and there are no real gentlemen out there anymore...and you are right. BECAUSE WE HELPED DESTROY IT!

Moms, do your sons a favor. 1) shut up about the Playboys in his room, 2) let him play violent sports or video games, 3) Let him make decisions for himself and 4) Tell him that women are just crazy as men and he should find a partner in crime, not a goddess to worship.

I would at least like my future daughter to find a nice man one day who isn't a complete ***** and will help her do the dishes, raise a family and work together.

All My Love,
Shayna

I'm sure this has been said a few times, but I'm not gonna read every damn post.

You have to learn to like yourself. Start out with little things and move from there. What you don't like, change and don't worry about what anyone says.

Remember, you're not trying to make them happy, you're trying to be happy.

I set up my first date with my ex.
I asked him to marry me.
I paid for everything.

...think I'm a fool yet....just wait...

He married me because he wanted to be 'like me'. He got drunk one night and confessed he wanted to be a girl.

I've been the aggressive mate, the boss, the lady with the balls to go after what she wants.

In the end, I just wanna be treated like a woman.

I don't have an ounce of respect for a guy who couldn't take charge and just ask me out.

The real question is 'WHAT ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF?'

The worst that could happen is that she would say no. And...as you say, there are plenty of women on this sight to choose from.

After 4 1/2 years, I can honestly only give one piece of advice...

WAIT FOR HIM TO ASK!...preferably with a ring. Its not so much about the money, as it is proof that they are going the extra mile because they care.

If, you are gonna go for the touchdown, the least he can do is kick the extra point.

Even though my ex was a user, I can easily say that I will still try again because I know not everyone is a shithead like himI.