Newsflash, assholes: I've got the facts to prove that the Game doesn't work. Namely my noble but failed attempts to put it to use for almost 5 years:
After I got home, I checked the book to see if getting thrown out of a menopause support group was covered in The Game. Not even close.
Yet again, I had found an inhospitable hole in Strauss's infantile fantasy. Yet again, I had proven that many real women have both curves and standards. Yet again, I joyfully cried myself to sleep, secure in the fact that my failure was his, not mine. Not mine.
Tomorrow, it's on to the knicknack fair.
Yet again, I had found an inhospitable hole in Strauss's infantile fantasy. Yet again, I had proven that many real women have both curves and standards. Yet again, I joyfully cried myself to sleep, secure in the fact that my failure was his, not mine. Not mine.
Tomorrow, it's on to the knicknack fair.
I figure that I can probably get some support/free advertising for this from some of those nutso women's groups, and they'll probably give up some tail as well. Bingo.
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