Dudes.

You guys are frickin' retards. The end.

.....

But no, really. You don't make any sense. It's as if you all exist in this secret soceity where the mission is solely to break hearts and take names. Except, instead of going the typical "good looks and a badass gun" route, you prefer a more subtle approach. I call it the "sneak into their life, play it cool, tell a joke, compliment, become one of the best friends, gain access to every vulnerable part of their being, comfort them in hard times, and then... walkout" route.

And the worst part of it all, is that you get away with it. EVERYTIME.

But why?! It's almost as if a female countermission to tame you is engrained into our being from birth. We all have this need to convince you that it's better to be on our good side, because, let's face it, we're everything you're not. We are your perfect compliment. So we let you in, with this idiotic idea that "we know better" than to let you mess with us. We tell ourselves and everyone else that we won't be falling fools to your trickery this time. We're stronger than that. But just in case, we build up walls, tell half-truths, and question everything. At least, that's what the smart girls do.

But me, I'm not a smart girl. I am a victim to your blue-green eyes. I soak in your sense of humor. I look past every stupid statement. I think every step is a step in the right direction. I overanalyze every text, email, and facebook chat. I take care of you. I come to you for advice. I trust everything you say. I think you'll be the one who is different. I set you up to be the one who never hurts me.

... and I'm always proved wrong. You're just another secret society guy, and you probably always will be. You're a let down. But with every letdown, I grow closer to being a smart girl. So, I guess I can be grateful for that.