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Dear Blog

I could make this more of a diary, but I can't. Because it is not that.

However, I can lapse into moments. And when I do, actually, you won't really know what I'm talking about. Because it's going to be ramblings and ramblings of everything all at the same time, and oft-shocking moments where I, again, astonish myself by this ridiculous ability of mine to overanalyze everything all at the same time, when there really isn't any need at all to be so disgustingly nervous about everything.

Or even, be worrisome at all.

So you see, you don't have to wonder, 'Eh why izzit that women, have no respect for ATTACHED men, and give presents to the guy anyway?'

At the same time, I don't have to wonder why is it that everytime I get attached to someone, the gifts I get from the fun fun fun group of people, just drastically reduces to numbers I get from females alone?

I can probably think of two reasons, for the separate groups.

1) Women in general have no qualms about causing the inherent jealousy in their attached male friends' girlfriend/wife/partner/whatever to surface. Oh of course, 'It's Christmas, it's just a gift.'

Never mind that the idiotic, clueless boyfriend will feign innocence and say to the girlfriend, 'Oh but please, it's only a present, and it's you I want, not her.'

Never mind that uninterested girls would not bother two-sen about giving a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf teddy bear to a single-but-attached-and-very-attractive-unmarried male colleague.

But I still don't understand women. Although I can actually see myself bothering to shop for little trinkets for plausible trees if if if, I were not already happily attached. But damn it, my man is MINE ok, now stick with the chocolates and cookies, but don't give stuff like eau de parfum and cute-sy teddy bears to my man!

2) Guys will only give presents to you if you're single, otherwise, even the slightest gift of a chocolate bar to a single-but-attached-woman will probably snip their commodity value in half!

Alas, those are days long past, and now I can only look happily to the blog for comments, the e-mails for well-wishes, and the phone for smses with glad tidings. No more nice little plushies, and flirtatious x'mas cards that suggest 'a date?', no more, no more.

At least, I'm satisfied with glad tidings, but hell, those women should really get their hands off my man.