Let Me Be Frank.

September 13, 2007

There is one question I would like to ask the general population of men who live in the states (states only because I have hope in the rest of the world). Why do you all take advantage of and run when someone turns out to be a sensitive and honest person? Are you all afraid of honesty? When did being honest turn into such a negative and taboo subject?

Let me start by saying that for one, I am not used to the “honest relationship”. To me, that is still a concept that I have tried to grasp and actually live and be a part off; however, I only attract liars and assholes. But that’s beside the point. I try to be honest. I really do. It is something I pride myself on. I will be unabashedly honest because that to me is what makes relationships, be it with friends, family or lovers, work. I will tell you how I feel about something if you ask me. I will be 100% honest. I will give you the truth.

BUT YOU MEN RUN.

For example: I dated this guy, let’s call him Frank, for about two months last fall and a month this spring. He ran. He ran far, far away. But he always ran back and I kept giving him chances. But as soon as I told him that I felt like we should be more than dating friends he got scared and made up some silly excuse and got mad at me for trying to make things work. It took a while – but the good ‘ol truth finally hit me on the head like a ton of bricks and I finally realized this guy is a pussy and is afraid of a real man who likes to be honest and (please don’t mind the pun) FRANK. He just ran in fear because he knew it would work.

Well, Frank was out of the picture for a while due to my cheating asshole ex-boyfriend and Ken… but now we’re friends again. We’re not dating, we’re just study partners. I know, right now you’re thinking “this kid’s a slut!” But I am not.

Well, Frank and I are having dinner tomorrow – I’m cooking. And I don’t know what will happen but let me give you a preview according to my assumptions.

He will eat and RUN.

Welcome to my truth-filled world. I know it may seem harsh, but at least I’m frank.