the schemes of this man
one after another
they’re his nature
i languish in this unpregnant* scene
surrounded by lies and deceptions
may his actions bear the fruit of retribution
*Jenni Hendricks and Ted Caplan – Authors of the book Unpregnant
Redux
In my moments of “you’re just too busy”
I’m waiting.
Your agenda is keeping you engrossed.
I’m waiting.
Interests pulling you away.
I’m waiting.
Mandatory manly needs more important at the moment.
I’m waiting.
Just an occasional shout-out would even feel ok.
I’m waiting.
Your work, so fucking important.
I’m waiting.
Your real duty, so obvious.
I’m waiting.
But I’m the needy one.
I’m the crazy one.
The demanding one.
Too fucking sad you got stuck with this woman’s impatience.
You lament.
She’s beyond caring what your reaction may be.
Redux
I see you from a mile away.
Carbon copy of every douchebag
I’ve met before.
Incapable of honesty
nor possessing any respect for me.
Your intention is only to satisfy yourself.
Your kind is done.
Don’t start with me.
I’m not your honey.
Originally posted 1/23/2019 on I Write Her.
Another annoying conversation…
Start at the bottom and work your way back up.
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And, of course, the next (and last) email I received was an attempt at gaslighting. Me the problem? I’m a nice person, and I just want to get to know you. blah, blah, blah. Needless to say, I’ve blocked him.
| I Write Her <iwriteherblog@gmail.com> | 3:39 PM (10 minutes ago) |  | |
| to This stranger* | |||
I’ve tried politely to steer you to communicate on my blog. My last response was a simple NO, but you still don’t want to listen.
Ok, let me try one last time…
I don’t want to communicate with you privately. I prefer to get to know people, especially strangers, through my blog. Hitting up on a woman out of the blue is creepy and annoying. So, stop emailing me. I don’t know you; if you persist, I will block you.
Am I clear now?
And if that still didn’t get through, read this piece…
On Tue, Jul 16, 2024, 3:30 PM This stranger* wrote:
How do you mean, you can download Google chat?
On Tue, Jul 16, 2024 at 1:25 PM I Write Her <iwriteherblog@gmail.com> wrote:
Okay, let me try again.
No.
On Tue, Jul 16, 2024, 1:56 PM This stranger wrote:
Sound good, I hope you don’t mind if we continue our conversation on Google chat you can also install a very easy app nice to meet you where are you from?
On Tue, Jul 16, 2024 at 11:03 AM I Write Her <iwriteherblog@gmail.com> wrote:
I’ve been to Spain! Lovely country. That’s incredible that you went from Australia to Spain, another interesting country that I hope to see someday. Appreciate the invite to get to know one another, but I tend to do that online, through my blogs. Feel free to get to know me on I Write Her. :)
Susi Bocks
Editor-in-Chief
Read… Think… Write
That’s living!IWriteHer.comOn Tue, Jul 16, 2024 at 12:28 PM This stranger* wrote:
You’re welcome hope you don’t mind if we get to know each other I’m from Spain born and raised in Australia my free time I go to the beach maybe at the park walk with my cat since I am not in the country i have to go alone, what do you like and dislike, what do you do on your free time?
On Tue, Jul 16, 2024 at 7:13 AM I Write Her <iwriteherblog@gmail.com> wrote:
Hello!
Thanks so much for the follow on I Write Her. I appreciate it!
Have a wonderful rest of the week. :)
Susi Bocks
Editor-in-Chief
Read… Think… Write
That’s living!IWriteHer.comOn Tue, Jul 16, 2024 at 4:02 AM WordPress.com <donotreply@wordpress.com> wrote:
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They will receive an email every time you publish a post.You might want to go see what they’re up to! Perhaps you will like their bogus blog* as much as they liked yours.*I’ve changed all identifying information.
when
men don’t
nurture love
women will ache
their fingers sense no weight of commitment
Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #335
& Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Hope for
there may be hope for us yet
as long as the man-babies
stop playing with their war toys
clutter making sense
not a natural instinct
man made to sort out
Dedicated to all the men who have a “tool problem.” lol
in this battle of the sexes
the language is cursive versus printing
eloquently spoken needs
applauded with neanderthal provisions
it’s not a women against men fight
but rather
one bruised person
dealing with the wounds of another
a battle where the piercing of softness
elicites a stiffness in gait
shuttering their ability
to walk, to breathe, to exist
it sounds almost incomprehensible
two lives are at stake
that are relatively comfortable
yet fragile but sane and psychotic
when past realities dominate
where fantasies indeed came true
yet the present doesn’t match
the picture of who they are now
it’s almost like wishing upon a star…
Was it because she knew they weren’t a match, was he just not her type, or was she fiercely independent? Turns out she friend-zoned him!
him opening up
sheltered in a loved one’s arms
betterment of self
I Write Her 