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I guess that there is but one somewhat meaningless question that has yet to be answerd for me. Why do all the nice girls, the ones that will do anything for love, always end up with the manipulating creeps that think they are gods gift to women? Take me for example. I always end up with the charmers; the ones that at first are absolutly wonderful and make you fall head-over-heals in love with them so that once they have you wraped so tightly around their little finger that you could be mistaken for an anaconda they play you for the love sick fool that you are and walk all over you. I had a nice guy once but I took him for granted and and left him for the king of scuz-ball manipulators. Now I don't know how to tell his royal ass-holeness no, because oops I love him too much to be with out him. If I had known when I was five that there are no Prince Charmings out there I never would have seen Cinderella a million times over, I never would have let a man in my life that wasn't just a friend. But I'm sure that even then a man or should I say boy would still have weizled his way into my life unexpectedly. |
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