Sailing down the stream...

No I'm not a "sailor" and my post title is not referring to a stream full of water and little fishes swimming around. I am instead referring to the metaphorical stream of love.  I am somewhat alone in my little boat bobbing up and down on the stream having a merry ole' time who says we need a guy to have fun? Exactly no one, because....

 

 

 

a) Boys are nobheads and nothing like Noah at all.

 





b) They would rather watch a bunch of middle aged men run around on a muddy field chasing a ball...

 



 



c) Or go fishing. Will someone please inform me what is so exhilarating about fishing?



 

d) Emotions are not high on a boys agenda so therefore for most of the time it is like speaking to a brick wall or as Hermione Granger likes to put it they have "an emotional range of a teaspoon"

 





 

e) There inability to express their emotions is then likely to turn you into a massive ball of insecurity, wondering where he actually is/who he is with when he is off "going fishing". This insecurity is likely to make you feel crap and not good enough.

 

 

I'm sorry to the 0.5% of the decent male population who I may have offended, please forgive me?

 

And as for the other 99.5% I am not sorry at all please go and take some classes in how to treat us girls right!

 

As always thank you for reading,

lots of love!

X.