Those girls are the type, who lives in the dream
With the fantasy lover - made for worshiping him.
He is their Prince Charming and he is their White Knight,
The one, who comes only to visit by night.
He loves them so gently and never offends.
He is ever so sweet so romance never ends.
Real guys on the street can't compare to Prince,
Being rude from the go and then ever since.
Unlike fake Prince Charming, guys dump girls at once.
The Knight never does it and keeps the romance.
Oh those silly girls, whom reality can not convince,
That they just renamed Teddy Bear to Prince ...
Dreamguy is dead.
I think it's a good point. Fairytales, and later romantic novels and movies, send the girls out into the world with huge expectations to "the man of their dreams". The impossible standards doesn't just hurt the guys you know, but also make the girls pretty easy to "pick". Most of us learn fast enough and grows out of that impossible dream, but some don't. Good poem!
I'm always lying, in fact, I'm lying to you right now.
No fair, dearie! If your
No fair, dearie! If your point is that all girls want this nonexistent fantasy man and are thereby not treating real men as individuals, then you're incriminating yourself by not treating girls as individuals. Maybe you should ask a real girl what she wants or why she does what she does sometime, instead of assuming the worst.
And sure, some of us ladies have bad habits, but if you are completely devoid of them, then I guess you must be that white knight after all... right?
But anyway, you're fun! Hello there!
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Hello there - back to you
Hello there - back to you ;-)
Obviously I did not mean ALL girls, just that specific romantic type - the one, which did not grow up.
Sort of female analogue of the "Peter Pan" if you will ...
It was a jokeful grotesque exaggeration anyway ....
Cheers
Hee hee! Yes, I'm aware of
Hee hee! Yes, I'm aware of that problem. Never having had the misfortune of dating girls, I know there is at least one man in the world that thinks that way and I know what a mess that was.
Anyway, didn't mean to attack. I had the odd feeling you were needling me over a bit about a fantasy lover I wrote, but that seemed like an incredibly arrogant thing to think because we don't know each other. So I jumped in baring teeth like the irrational creature I am.
I like you! Cheers to you as well!
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