fuck buddy

I don't know what drew me to this conclusion. Whatever it is, I think I ain't wrong altogether when I say that men for me are merely objects to derive pleasure from. I don't see myself having any kind of emotional attachment with them. Either I've been perennially unlucky to meet only insensitive men or men who cry at the drop of a hat. Both kinds irritate me to the core and therefore my opinion about men continue to remain the same.

My conversations with my girl pal A have been extremely productive because of our similar views regarding most matters concerning men. We are not anti-men ; we drool over them like dogs do at the sight of a bone but nonetheless our affection towards men also run along similar lines. There is complete absence of emotional attachment. For us men are nothing just one large chunk of flesh waiting and wanting to be used in a manner that will give maximum pleasure to the both the person's concerned. I agree it does sound like we belong to some animal race and not human beings but then that is the plain truth. I think with every passing day me and my friends have come to realise the futility of trying to find the perfect guy or someone worth compromising for. The wait seems to be endless. I don't want to sound like cynic but then do I have an option?

When friends turn lovers..

Maybe what I did was the best that a friend could probably do for another friend. I should stop feeling guilty and be happy about the fact that he is doing so well in life. Yes, I do miss his presence in life. But then you just can't keep everyone in this long journey called life. You have to leave some people along the way due to various reasons. 

I wish he had not been so possessive. I wish he had not been so insecure. I wish he had not loved me so much that I felt suffocated. I wish we could remain friends forever. I wish  I could talk to him everyday. I wish I didnt' have to call of the whole relationship... I wish..

But now that everything is gone, I've realised what he meant to me. I feel so empty from within.

Not a single day passes without me thinking about him. I wonder whether it's the same with him given the fact that I hurt him so much. I secretly wish that he'd give me a call one day. I so long to tell him how much i missed him, but not all wishes come true..