Just another woman

After a big dinner of leftovers, two paragraphs of Murakami's "The Dancing dwarf," and two episodes of sex and the city, I am so pissed at men. What's with this Mr. Big? why are women so addicted to the pain those irresponsible, insensitive and selfish creatures give us? Are we all born masochists? I used to think I am different, and I used to scoff at those girls who are crazy about some guys. but now, I hate to admit it that I am just another woman. BUT, but but but, guys, don't get too smug over there, when we say, I love you, we mean, I love the YOU we thougth you were, it's an illusion, yes, it's an ideal version of you we make up in our mind. So, don't expect that we will be this crazy in love with you forever, when our wounds get too many to count, when the pain gets really bad, and when enough is really enough, we WILL move on. And when we look back, we will only remember that ideal version of YOU that lives in our mind, and it has nothing to do with you... ...