When you’re a real woman, you have the misfortune of suffering all the boys, trying to be men, not quite sure of their own reality nor aware of it. The consequence of course is complete oblivion to the effect of their insolent and ignorant reality on your person. The reverse is true for all the real men out there suffering the negligent abuse suffered at the hands of young girls convinced of their womanly status.
It’s a sick and cruel world out there expounded only by the laws of statistics which dictate the necessity of meeting the thousand duds before meeting the one stud.
Good luck my friends. May the statistical curve of your life favour your dreams and intersect another at the time, place, and mental maturity that makes even the optimisits heavy with envy.