Men who Try in the Dark

So uhm--
There is this new phenomenon where men just don't give a f&^* about impressing women. Yes, I'm a feminist but I'm also old fashioned. I think that's allowed. And yes, I firmly believe that the ancient art of a man being received into the good graces of woman needs to be reinstated and reinforced. AND, once that man is in the good graces of woman, he needs to work his ass off to keep his place. Why are these men so lazy you ask?

Because fast bitches settle like sand at the beach.

If you've seen a fast Bitch, there's one who's faster. One who can run up to a man so fast she's running back because she passed him. This woman has her own car, own house, decent credit, no children, and usually an expensive and tacky-ass lifestyle. All she wants to do is frolick with men in the most dirtiest devious ways. These women are semi-attractive; usually relying on ridiculous weaves, over the top make-up, thick-ass eyelashes, and corny name brand clothing; ie: southpole. But most of all, they temporarily mystify men with their "independent" aire, and with how graciously they purchase drinks for themselves. They hold conversations that amount to their weed smoking practices, how much they make an hour, and the politics of Mcdonalds vs. Burger King. Shallow-ass...mothafuggin hoes.
But what is odd, ladies, is how EASY men fall into these traps. A woman. Wearing a synthetic dress who sits atop a club table, so classy women like us get to play peekabo with her fruit of the loom. A woman. Who shows great cleavage but forgets to use clear deodorant. A woman. With long flowing hair that would vanish into white oblivion if you took a black light to it. Our men. Completely enthralled. Completely saturated in cleaning their cell phones as incoming textes are read and deleted in a single motion. Where the phone suddenly seems so far away at 3am, and where suddenly, they have no desire to impress us anymore. They must keep up with this hobag-woman-of-a-creature who couldn't be in a relationship if it was written on her bathtub.

So what is the moral of the story? Ladies, no need for us to grow dicks or get a tacky weave or laugh at stupid shit. But perhaps we should try to impress ourselves more. Regardless of our current financial, baby-daddy, or school situation, we must find the things we love about ourselves and capitalize on them. If a man really appreciates you, he will slow down and place that strobelight shit secondary. Yes. The fast bitches will always exist, but any man who gets caught by a fast bitch is guilty of one thing---

Not keeping up with you.