More about romance and relationships

Two blog entries ago I was very critical about the female view towards relationships and sex. Perhaps I was being too harsh as I don't blame an individual for their narrow minded thinking. Instead society should take some responability how girls become women.

One aspect I hate about society's views is on the issue of courting. In mostly every single society and culture, it is the male who has to do the wooing and the female has to sit there. In all circumstances, it is the male who has to accept rejection rather than the female. The girl has to choose and that is it. Eventually she will find some guy who likes her or the biological clock rings, then she just finds somebody who is suitable. Even if the girl is fat, ugly and a bitch she will find a suitor. There are guys desperate enough who want a woman like that. I've seen on in a maternity ward. She was nineteen and looked like a heifer. Her boyfriend was a reasonable chap who for some reason had picked this elephant to be his partner for the rest of his life. This is the reason I don't understand romances and relationships. I'm just viewing them from a scientific logical point of view when they are suppose to be illogical.

Eventually the issue of sex arises between a couple and there certainly different views. Some just see the act of coitus as a means to an end, the end being the conceiving of a child. Women often see it as a way to satisfy their partners, without getting off themselves. I thought the act of lovemaking was suppose to be about two people, not just one. If both are to be satisfied both have to give and share.

With all this sexual tension inside, it is difficult for me to be so casual and complacent. During my normal everyday life I find it hard to restrain myself. Nearly almost every hour I feel the urge to smack a woman's bottom. I'm an arse man (in the sense that I like a woman's buttock). You have to be in Hong Kong since women's chests are as flat as Hiroshima after the nuclear bomb was dropped. If I knew I would get away with it or that sexual harassment wasn't a crime or the woman in question wouldn't mind and in fact rather enjoyed it, I would do it. Yet it takes an enormous amount of restraint and self will-power to stop myself from smacking a bottom. I know this makes me sound like a pervert but I'm not that much of a pervert. Perhaps I just craving for affection and touch and this is my way of expressing it.

As I said before, I'll say it again: I'm not looking for the most beautiful, the smartest or the funniest lady in the world. I'm just looking for ONE lady.