Todays Lesson Kids

I have allowed the opposite sex to take advantage of me. Once I began dating, I noticed some very important details which have evolved to substantial understanding. Men are only interested in one thing. They may be interested in it more than once with the same person(hence marriage), but their concerns revolve around their dicks and the level at which they are wet. My high school boyfriend pressured me relentlessly to fuck. I hardly knew myself let alone if I remotely enjoyed the kids company and yet he seemed to think that sex was what our relationship needed. Sigh, we weren't together long. So I began to see early on what men are about and yet the lesson took so much longer to resonate. If they can't get it from you willingly, the scruples fly out the window and they will either try and take it, or get it from some other unsuspecting chickie whose lesson has yet to hit home. Why as women, are we given these emotions? This need to place a deeper meaning on everything? We feel more, feel stronger, feel in such great detail and depth and yet we are meant to procreate with man and carry on nurturing relationships with creatures who feel nothing if it's not related to their cock and/or balls. Perhaps marriage, relationships, soul mates, are only constructs of the female world. Why though have we created these unattainable qualities and forced them onto men if they will never be able to reciprocate? Men do not feel deeply. Men do not put meaning on events or other people. Men are either hungry or horny...dear God, somebody get that man a ham sandwich! Maybe, just maybe...to sustain the population(we're their people, please stop), men are only necessary for the act of child making. After copulation and impregnation, the women move in to raise the offspring. Than we'd be free to throw meaning around like dicks in the wind. I always thought me mummers was mom and dad enough. Without my dad, maybe I cling to men and allow them to get their way from some child born need of acceptance or something as equally myopic. If I understand men the way I believe I do now, why do I still feel like there is someone who thinks as I do out there, with a penis. Someone who loves intellect and awareness and substance. I should get a dog. He'll respect and love me and demand I place meaning on every little detail of my life...once I get him neutered.