"Too many princesses", you'll hear men saying  "They're all either gold diggers or married," shouts another. "I'm just way too shy," pipes in a third. And perhaps he may just be onto something! 

Recent scientific research has discovered that the fruitless search for love has less to do with the supposed Sheila Shortage and more to do with our own hang-ups and short-comings.

Forget the usual excuses, such as a hectic lifestyle, lack of time and a lack of suitable people because that isn't what makes the search so impossible. It's actually about YOU!

You can see that golden goddess from across the room but as your brain clicks into gear and decides to approach her, your shoes turn to concrete and instead of realising it was your own damn fault for not venturing over there it's usually the woman who gets labelled as the hard nose bitch who probably wouldn't of given you the time of day.

Throughout a lot of my life I have been mislabelled "The Untouchable"  Male friends of mine say hell yeah they like looking at me but when it comes to the crunch time and asking me out,  back into their shells the crawl...  And all because of something so completely ridiculous........  They assumed I'd just tell them to get stuffed!!

I can't speak for every girl out there but sometimes when a man thinks we look stunning and drop dead droolable gorgeous and they are too afraid to approach us, maybe us females are just not feeling it *our sexiness* , shock horror some of us might even think to ourselves "Why is this guy even interested in me?"

And just for those bitches who do think they're above anyone and everyone, guys should ask them where they had their silicon implanted, something hurtful that sticks with them forever just like how they stomped your ego =) 

To cut a super long story short, we're all equal and no matter what you think or say no one is above you or better than you =)

Key Words: Relationships Love Men Women Dating

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DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from shredding the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair...must try this on their bed (again).

DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan...

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I  overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and  speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.

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But when it comes to the gents and their grumpy moods, it's a whole different psychosexual story waiting to unfold. While men obviously don't suffer from PMS *premenstrual syndrome*  Nor do they have a regular mood-swing pattern that would enable us to predict when to pack up for a holiday with the girlfriends, it does seem that the blokes can be just as sporadically moody as women, if not worse.

But why do men get moody and when does it occur?

Doctors and scientists reckon they've come up with a suitable explanation for it all and say that it has more to do with internal hormones than with how much action men get on the golf course or between the sheets. They've even come up with a fancy name for it, dubbing it "Irritable Male Syndrome" or IMS ...  Doesn't that also stand for Instant Messaging Service?? *giggle*

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Which will take you further in life, a college degree or a boob job?   

Brains vs Artificial Beauty. 
I was listening to a radio station the other day when they posed this exact question, at first I laughed and thought how stupid of course an education means more, but that's just it a education does mean more but will it actually take you further in life?  

The average cost of a university degree is $20,000 AUD, you burn your brain cells studying for an average of four years, you enter your chosen field earning basically the minimum wage.

  Sure you get that warm fuzzy feeling from doing something you love but maybe after so much hard work and schooling you might not even want that career path anymore....  

The average cost of a boob job is $12,000 AUD, sad but true it's a man's world in most businesses and I'm sure the boss can overlook not having a degree if you've compensated with large breasts! 

You'll never have to make office coffee again, men will be making them for you!  People might not take you as seriously with a bulging bustline but hey at least you'll be noticed!  

Without forgetting there always has to be a down side to every plus, brains last until our memories give way and I'm sure even plastic boobs have to start drooping at some stage in your life....

So in your opinion which will take you further?  Boobs or Brains?

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