A woman who shall be nameless for reasons that will soon become clear, but who isn’t me or related to me, was having difficulty with a male/female relationship.
She and the other women in the room were enumerating various difficult relationships they’d had over the years, and the nameless woman summed up the gist of her history:
Men are trash — unfortunately, I like to dumpster dive.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A dumpster.
Dan AntionJuly 6, 2022 at 7:02am
Ha! At least she knows herself.
Alicia Butcher EhrhardtJuly 6, 2022 at 12:48pm
Such men are not necessarily keepers, but they do have a strange fascination.
Marian AllenJuly 7, 2022 at 10:09am
I tend toward the cautious side. If I see a man (or, indeed, a woman, a dog, a cat, or a fish) that seems untrustworthy and/or dangerous, I run fast and run far.
acfloryJuly 6, 2022 at 8:25pm
As a divorced lady, I have to say that I have terrible taste in men, so now I just ogle the ‘bad boyz’ from afar. 😀
Marian AllenJuly 7, 2022 at 10:10am
Oh, Meeks, one swallow does not a summer make. But I only want to associate with the “bad boyz” on TV and in movies. They make me kind of queasy in print, though.
acfloryJuly 7, 2022 at 8:27pm
lmao – I wonder if we’re somehow hardwired to view dangerous boyz as somehow more interesting? Bet it harks back to our cave woman days. 😉
Marian AllenJuly 8, 2022 at 9:00am
I think it’s the universal “If I met Frankenstein’s monster, he would be my friend” syndrome.
acfloryJuly 8, 2022 at 8:49pm
LMAO! Thanks for giving me my first laugh of the day. 😀 And yes, that’s exactly what it is.