The Female player? I half detest that word... a player refers to a separate being, describing a monstrous beast who has no heart and intentionally wants to screw a bunch of ppl and then screw them over.... oh am I describing myself?? Let me explain....
The intention of the maneater is not so vicious, sure we are carnivores however we have a delicate palette, sensitive to flavor balance, with heightened sensory perception to the savory... have I lost you? We enjoy a delicious meal, bite at it, let it fulfill us as we consume and digest it. We don't toyishly play with out food and spit it out- my dinner references may exhaust you, I know... I just can't help myself. The intention is never to "screw people over" or simply put, to hurt people.
For being the cool, aloof, cold ice-queen I am, it's easily perceived that I'm just a heartless bitch in my man eating. That is inarguably not the case. I feel emoitonal turmoil and distress, saddness and emppathy when I do break someones heart and it irks and bothers me and something I want to completely altogether avoid. That's why I don't get involved... get to deep... and lead men on. I'm clear about my intentions I'm upfront I never allude to anysport of monogomy and exclusivity with my meals. Lie? never. Could it be construed as coercive? potentially.... honestly its hard to blur the lines between full tranparancy and disclosure with my diet and hiding the fact that sure I could be texting six other guys that very same day. At the end of the day, it's truly none of their business, and I don't let it get the the point that it should ever be their damn business who I'm seeing and what I'm doing.
Me learning: investing how to become the ultimate playarette-i fucking hate that word
The only thing I’ll invest in is Prada.
For being the cool, aloof, cold ice-queen I am, it's easily perceived that I'm just a heartless bitch in my man eating. That is inarguably not the case. I feel emoitonal turmoil and distress, saddness and emppathy when I do break someones heart and it irks and bothers me and something I want to completely altogether avoid. That's why I don't get involved... get to deep... and lead men on. I'm clear about my intentions I'm upfront I never allude to anysport of monogomy and exclusivity with my meals. Lie? never. Could it be construed as coercive? potentially.... honestly its hard to blur the lines between full tranparancy and disclosure with my diet and hiding the fact that sure I could be texting six other guys that very same day. At the end of the day, it's truly none of their business, and I don't let it get the the point that it should ever be their damn business who I'm seeing and what I'm doing.
Me learning: investing how to become the ultimate playarette-i fucking hate that word
The only thing I’ll invest in is Prada.
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