The implication about women is that they can’t control what feelings they have and they will fall in love with most men they have sex with and then that will hurt them so much it’s not worth the sex.
You try to act casual. You try to act emotionless. You try to act like being just a friend isn’t killing you inside.
While having fun with each other they can purely be honest about their lives and other stuff going on in their lives to each other. Because hey, at the end of the day you are still are great friends and are supposed to be sharing things with each other.
You can’t change people. You can’t change their thinking. You can’t change their feelings. You can’t make someone like you if they don’t, regardless if their actions speak otherwise. And that’s okay.
You so badly want to believe that they have feelings for you too that you start to read into everything that they say and do.
You’re telling her that she’s good enough to sleep with but that she isn’t good enough to date.
It’s not something I tell my friends about anymore. I don’t want to see disapproving faces. I just want your mouth on mine.
“Well, I got pregnant.”
He only wants you when he’s drunk. When he’s lonely and hates the idea of crawling into bed alone.
With men, let’s face it, they want to get in our pants–even if they’re willing to work for it–ultimately, that’s what it comes down to.