A woman's need.....for a working brain

So here we go again. A woman's need for a man. Ok, but let me get something straight; when I call someone a "friend" I mean, he/she is not an enemy. I need not have a close relationship with someone for me to call him or her a friend. I am saying this because you might wonder why I talk about my "friends." Don't worry, I don't talk about my close friends, especially when I know that she reads my blog.

Anyway, since I don't have much to talk about me, we'll talk about another "friend." This happened a while back but it stays on my mind. My friend met this guy on the dating site. He wants to meet with her, she wants to meet him and so on and so forth. The date was set for him to come to her, but the guy could not make it for some reason or another. The guy lives in another State, so she offered to go to him instead. Fine, I don't have a problem with that. As long as he pays for my plane ticket, of course. But no, she took the bus and paid for it. I asked, "Why would you do that?" "Well, if I wait for him to come, it would take a while." Fair enough.
"I am bringing my good pots and pans and my computer." She bragged. "I can understand the computer, but why the pots and pans?" "Well, I will be cooking when I get there and I want to use my good pots and pans." This conversation is getting retarded, I thought.

She got there and she finds that the guy does not have a washer and dryer and she hates it. I hope he has a servant, I told her. "No, I am doing his laundry and mine now." This woman is retarded, I thought. She stayed with him for a week and came back to tell me more horror stories. He used her computer and was on every porn sites known to mankind and animals like him. "Well, thank God, you left him. Stay away from that bum." "We plan for him to come see me in a month, or as soon as I can put together some money to get him a plane ticket." Oh mylanta, I am getting retarded, why am I even listening to this retarded woman.

Chat tells me that I attract this kind of people in my life. True. But I love it because they're agitating alright, but stimulating and energizing nonetheless. Energizing because I want to bang her head with her good pots and pans. And stimulating because I sit here squeezing my brain, trying to come up with a good reason why I should cut her some slack.