malignant cookie dough anyone?

I bumped into Dan; coworker, a few weeks ago during the change of shift, one of his last actually, and to be honest I’m quite glad. You see, he’s one of those slick types, who albeit glib of tongue and whipchord lean in form, is a pig, his view of women was almost believable before I stepped back and looked at the bigger picture.

” All women are manipulative bitches…and all men are simple.” I actively disagreed with him, considering the whole caveman theory was way outdated. He is the epitome of simple black and white thinking, thinking that a woman “rage/craziness” is quelled by the presentation of objects, allocation of hard greenbacks and errands rendered.

He is a wanderer this fella, each time I spoke to him during the length of his work stay, which was almost as long as I had been working with him at the time was filled with stories of parties, extravagance, and conquests of flesh. He doesn’t think about the future, but that’s another entry entirely.

The main problem I had with him was his haughtiness, and lack of belief that women are in fact not “after something”. It saddens me to think that in the world there are dozens more men like him, I wonder at times if some higher demonic power has had their souls cookie cut from some malignant cookie dough.

I remember the last time I spoke to him, he was talking about seeing if he could get “some play” from Kim, this new MHC which had started working at the hospital in the summer. Point being is that he has a girlfriend, which by some means or another he says he takes out all the time, which is ridiculous by my standards, especially the posh places he mentions to me. I like fine food and such but I don’t go out everynight, I’d be poor. I am having a craving for Peter Luger steakhouse in NYC, but that’s for another time.

I can only glimpse into the conscience of a woman avoiding slippery characters, it’s a shame though.

It’s a shame, because there are sensitive men out here and there. Some say the whole idea is myth, especially men, which is an easy fallback so they don’t have to be. Perhaps they’re simply avoiding the fact that their own sensitivity frightens them.Or perhaps they simply know that their ladies would leave them for someone who cares, for someone who’d be there. Yet they have too much macho bravado, puffed out chest hair and too many packs of marlboro wrapped up in their white t-shirt sleeves. But hey it’s only one opinion.

When I was up in college I remember that men in relationships, the sensitive ones would catch shit for their bravery, honesty, and the harsh criticism that was dealt by other women to their boyfriends because of their lacking of aforementioned qualities.

Like calling them homosexuals. It’s not unexpected, that which the caveman can’t destroy, assimilated into his persona or control he attempts to destroy by slander, physical violence or humiliation. I’ve seen it before, I’ve seen it recently and probably will see it again before the end of the month somewhere.

The caveman can’t compete, because beyond his physique lies shallowness. There is no understanding, simply the echoing words of their girlfriends, their tones harsh, and judging, or so they see them.

Now one might say I’m pulling this out of my ass but I’ve heard more times than I can list, men are relaxed among those they trust, and the things they say would surprise you. The veracious flow of their mind is ugly and raw, they don’t pause, they don’t think about about it because those they try not to offend aren’t around.

It’s a sad state of affairs folks.