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I once allowed myself to be taken in by the desirous ones who believed more in their way than any other. I recently heard a conversation between a group of 7 women who were talking about ways of keeping an eye on their men; and they were laughing about it. They viewed their men as pieces of property who are employable and trainable. I looked and listen to this shit and confirmed my suspicions about the real reason behind landing a fish. It was to train him, own him, and make him jump through flaming hoops so that he may one day see the errors in his ways and take heed to the noticable improvements in himself since he met the one who was talking at that particular stretch in time; while the other 6 ladies were doing the same fucking thing. Finally, after about 30 seconds of listening to all these lies and posturing bullshit, I had to inject some semen into the conversation. 2 nobody's surprize, they gave me only a single glance as if I were nothing more than a man who needed fixing. I am a firm believer that women want to fix that which is broken, but the long-term ways will never suffice and that which is perceived to be broken may in actuality be fully functional within the context of reason. I saw no real reasoning in these 7 women, I saw anxiousness mixed with fear. I saw pain mixed in with those subtle smiles. I saw frustration peeping through the cracks in their communication; not by their constant chitter-chatter, but through their movements and eyes.