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Originally posted by mmm3587
On the other hand, some women (especially young, successful ones who have succeeded at other things in their lives) seem to think that there will always out there somewhere be "THE ONE," whose purpose in life will be clear: to marry her in a perfect orgy of doves and pageantry and make her insanely and wonderfully happy for the rest of her life, during which they can have dozens of perfect children. Some seem to look for this person really diligently and with reckless disregard for the actual relationships they might be in where they're happy, friendly and having good sex (which relationships might reveal that this guy is as good as or better than "THE ONE"). Then, after not being able to find this guy by the time they're about 33, they freak out, and marry they first guy they can convince to marry them or the guy they're dating at the time. Later on, they curse men/envy and hate their single friends/need therapy.
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You've been reading too much Ann Landers. No one is this fucking stupid.
Edit: And now I have "When Doves Cry" in my head. Thanks.
Does "One" = Biggest cock I can fit in my cooter?
