We all know that men never listen. Hearing is the curse of the non-masculinity endowed. I’ve had to remind certain people of things I’ve stated categorically earlier.
I am a great friend. I’m worth my weight (or in my case, at least fifty times my weight) in gold as a friend. No kidding. Ask anyone who knows me. They’ll tell you I’m slightly mad but they lurrve me nevertheless.
I am a so-so girlfriend. Its not a role I’m comfortable with but I manage to be just about passable. Don’t expect a trophy.
I’m a really horrible ex-girlfriend.
Anyone who reads this blog SHOULD know that. I can be whiny, clingy, nasty, catty, indifferent, cold, fiery or troublesome. However I do it, I will most certainly be a pain in the side (if not a pain in the heart…but who said the men I date have hearts?).
We also know that men never read directions so this is mostly for my own safety later. My lawyer would approve. After all, even if he is a man, he is a lawyer and presumably hence, has read the directions and decided to be a friend.