Oh man oh man

I live vicariously through my single friends who are navigating this shit-hole called dating. Not one of them is content. Excited? yes, thrilled? sometimes, frustrated? Definately!! Through listening to their stories, both men and women, I come to the conclusion that neither has any idea about the other. The woman feels played, the man petrified by the women's projections, perceived or real. Women, my approach has always, rightly or wrongly, been very forward. This may be my capricious youth or my Aries nature but I found that it cleared up a lot of crap before it piled up. It freaks men out when you say "ok, what's the deal? Are we or aren't we?" Life is too short and I found that after the initial excitment of the mating dance, my feet got tired. I wanted to know if my energies were worth it. I know I put everything into it to make it work, but I want confirmation that my efforts are futile.
Men, we aren't all psycho wife and mothers in training, hoping with all hope that you will put a ring on our finger and knock us up so we can strap you down and make you miserable. A lot of us just want someone to go to a museum with, drink beer with, watch soccer with. We're annoying at times, we whine, we get pissed off at thing s that may seem trivial to you. One word on that - hormones. We really don't want to be crazy, bloated bags of hormones and fully agree we're insane but it only lasts a week or so, so suck it up buttercup and deal with it. After all the other three weeks ain't half bad.
If we didn't play games, dating would be clean, stress free and easy. Of course love songs would cease to exist or hold any relativity.
What if you told a woman "hey I actually feel like crap this week and just want to get laid" some will slap you and storm off, others would say " yeah me too! Let's get er done!" Then if you fall for someone tell him/her.
I look at the dating culture and reach for the Valium. You need to be sedated to go through this shit. Until then, wanna see a movie?