Oh, pretty damsel.

I'm a sucker for a pretty face. You'd think that men have the in-builty capacity to resist feminine wiles, but if someone with an irresistable smile or doeful eyes came along and asked for help, we'd go weak in the knees and melt. No matter how harebrained their situation would be...or their own personality.

I love talking to girls. It doesn't really matter what kind of girl it is; the spectrum is so wide that it's a pleasure to constantly bitch or listen about bitching in regards to people you may (or may not) know. It also encapsulates those girls, who're one in a million (I'm not talking about Suki) whom just genuinely tickle your fancy. I might've mentioned in the past that it'd be hard to find a genuinely funny girl, but with the 31 flavours you're given, you'd be hard-pressed to find a respite.

There's more essence to the softer sex because of the sheer amount of personalities you can find. It's as if there's a certain sophistication to the way things are run in a woman's world when viewed through a man's eyes. And once in a while, I'd like to get into that groove and be a part of it...without having to don a garter belt and stockings, or deprive myself of my dominant appreciation for vulva.

What a fuckin' wonderful world we live in. Really.

Hug your bitch today!