Men In Trees

Setting: Bar, USA
Offense: Being a dick head
Alright. Fucking men. They piss me off. I don't care if you are a complete sleaze ball or a stand up guy. They all have one thing in common. A penis. They think with this "tool" more often than not. I have a vagina. Yet somehow I still manage to function on a human level. I used to hate all those blond, boobs everywhere, drunk ass sluts in the bar. But the more I understand men, the more I sympathise with those girls. They are only being what men want. How do you find a man? Easy answer is go to the bar and "pick one up". I've come to realize that the kind of men that are prowling Nino's and Uncle Buck's at 1am are not the kind of guy I'm looking for. However, there are still thousands of girls out there with disease, babies, lunatic ex-boyfriends, and DUI's to show that the bar culture is still going strong. Don't get me wrong, it's definitely fun to go out and have a few drinks with the girls. It's when the girls go home with the drunken assholes that it begins to ruin a night. I used to say all men are pigs. Until my food delivery truck driver said something to me after I made such a comment. "You have just been hurt one too many times." Is it that apparent that a casual acquaintance can see it? It's the truth. Men hurt women everyday. Not always physically, but with out a doubt emotionally. I just struggle to understand how men can be so clueless about a woman's feelings. But then again I aslo stuggle to understand what is so damn fun about Halo. I guess somethings are better left a mystery.