I noticed that women just love to get lost and then get noticed for it. Since it's in my nature to analyze, explore, and venture upon the "what-ifs", I am often confused, overwhelmed, and in need of direction, e.g. If you're coming from downtown, are you going 101 north or south to get to North Hollywood? What's the harm in venturing off to this small trail that's not on Google maps? What other stars in the sky can you see other than the big dipper? And more importantly, why is it so dangerous to make a deal with a random guy who happened to know another guy that can hook your car speakers up for half the price? As a result of these questions, I get many responses from men, e.g. You follow the North Star, which is the biggest and brightest star in the sky or you can just remember that North Hollywood is north of downtown; King rattlesnakes are waiting to bite you when you are on the non-Google mapped trails; don't look too high hun--you're going to hurt your neck; What?! Are you seriously that naive or just stupid or both? He just wants to get you in bed. He's a predator so stay far away.
So I look for these type of men to come up with these type of answers to stabilize me. Otherwise, I'd end up on the 5 freeway to Pasadena, or in the hospital from a snake bite, a crooked neck, or as another rape victim. So to simplify the things that I like to naturally complicate, I wander around to find that one man of my dreams to come and swoop me away. He would get down on one knee with a fatty pink rock with purple papers ready for us to sign our lives away together with the promise that he will always provide, protect, and profess his love with loyalty, integrity, and total 100% dedication. Until then, before I meet my Mr. Right, I'm lusting hard for all the Mr. Wrongs.
This is the story of my addiction to men. This is the story of falling in love with them and then falling apart because of them.
