Love as an ocean has depths that cannot be understood by those who will not wade past the shore.
I’m not a misandrist, but a few quick questions:
If men can’t even make their own sandwiches, why are they allowed to make bills in congress?
If men can’t control their own sexual urges, why are they allowed to control nations?
If a woman’s legs/shoulders are enough to distract a man, how can we trust them to stay focused on things like open heart surgery or judging a murder trial?
Again not a misandrist, some of my best friends are guys and i’m even dating one.
In our first times together you said your want to be gentle with me was unusual.
I silently wondered how you knew my heart was bruised.