Ok so to be a regular blogger you need to write regulary. Which is hard to do without reflecting your actuall living situation into your articles. People like it, they think it is fun as they read about others people mysery. Well, except those, who you actually write about. But I got hated for that so many times I cant get bothered anymore. If you play with the fire you get burned now and then. And you knew that from the beginning. Yes, I am politically incorrect. On the other hand I am giving these persons feeling of being special.....that I am taking time to write about them stories, that since their reflecting some real facts, very often they are being exgagerrated and mixed with other characters as well.

With that being said, I also have to admit that I am not all that funny. I like to borrow specifics lines from series quotes or songs which most of you know by now.You wanna know how does it look like when real story is being written by somebody elses words?

It looks something like this:

Like every woman consumed with a relationship problem, I needed a project to keep my mind from obsessing and my hands from dialling his number.…which was like a week ago when I was writing all these articles to get it out of me. Get what out of me exactly?...I don’t know. …. When things come too easy we’re suspect. Do they have to get complicated before we believe they’re for real?Do we need drama to make relationship works?...... When it comes to relationships, I couldn’t help but wonder. What are we fighting for?

In love relationships there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. In fact it is a common belief that a relationship without pain is a relationship not worth having. To some pain implies growth. But how do we know when the growing pains stop and the pain pains begin? Are we masochists or optimists if we continue to walk that fine line?.....I got misserable, cause I saw it like this: ME: You don’t even care if I’m in your life! HIM: Would you calm down? ME: No! I’m so tired of calming down!....ME: It’s not your fault, because I never say it. So now I punched you, so now I have to say it. So now I’m gonna say it. I feel like, I’m in your life, and nothing has really changed. And I know you can’t change a man, and you definitely can’t change a man like you, but… I still want something to change. A little bit. For me…

Then on the sofa he said: “I need some space”, “Sure” I said shuffling on the other side of sofa. :I didn’t mean the leg room”,he replied. I had a choice. I could run, or I could stand and ask him the question that if I didn’t ask, would haunt me the rest of my life. “Why not me?” I forced him to make his point with words so unkind I blocked them out of my head forever. He just called it honesty. I started thinking about honesty. Maybe the whole idea was overrated. Maybe coming clean is the ultimate selfish act: a way to absolve yourself by hurting someone who doesn’t deserve to be hurt. Breakups are awful and they are not necessarily symptomatic of what two people had together.

And then there is the way you talking with your girlfriends about your “relationship”. It looks like this:

Friend 1: I could see it going somewhere. ME: : Oh please, listen, half the time I can't even understand him. We have nothing in common, he's in and out of Europe... Friend1: That could be good! Friend 2: Honey, you're not listening. She only wants him to be in and out of her. ME: Yes, but in a much less obvious-sounding way.

ME: What does he think I’ m gonna do? Get my period and ruin his empire? THEM: Who knows, hes a man. You could lay your p*ssy on a table right in front of him and still not know what he thinks.

A man can't deny what he is. He can convince everybody else he is someone else, but never himself.

And then they asked me? “You call this relationship?” ME: Well it’ s tedious and the sex is twendling so from what I’ ve heard…yes.
That's the thing about needs. Sometimes when you get them , you don't need them anymore. But still we were having one of those great first dates that you can only have when its not an actual date. And I am not going to replace a man with some battery-operated device!
Them: Oh who cares what you are just enjoy it. ME: No I need to know where is this going. THEM: We need to know where you going as well since evidently you’ ll be having sex there.
All men are like drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes like now, they get you so high and monogamy is fabulous. It gives you a deep and profound connection with another human being, and you don't have to shave your legs as much. OR you can keep him as a fu*k buddy…. A fuck buddy is a guy you probably dated once or twice and it didn't really go anywhere, but the sex is so great you sort of... keep him on call. Ooo, like dial-a-dick?

Men do this all the time. Women walk around thinking "we," and their version of "we" is "me"... and my dick!
When men attempt bold gestures, generally it's considered romantic. When women do it, it's often considered desperate or psycho.” To be in a couple, do you have to put your single self on a shelf?”
Well I'm a trisexual. I'll try anything once.”

ME: But I still think he is the BEST! Friend 1: "Best" is the worst. Friend 2 "Best" is like saying "not love”.
I’m in the middle of this and I can’t, I can’t see. I needed to say it to yank myself out of it. And I did. "I love you, but I love myself more" except I forgot to add the but there. We are so over, we need a new word for over.

Friend1: Well, let's just say it: you won. ME: Was there a contest? Friend 2: please! There's always a contest with an ex. It's called "who will die miserable."


This complete text is putted together from Sex And The City quotations.