The funny side of men.

Men. Is there anything more confusing than them in the world?

Ten or so months of silence and then BANG; they walk right back into your life without as much as an apology or a bunch of flowers. One would have been sufficient.
The New Year may be the time for forgiveness and new beginnings, but we are women. Independent, strong and able to hold off jumping right back into male arms before the word ‘Hello’ is even exchanged- at least we try to.
We are only little things and can be hurt and torn surprisingly easily, so men, please be aware of this. The other thing I would be aweare of, in fact the correct word is probably weary of, is my housemates.
I would never hurt a man, but they will! Win them over (With more apologies and flowers) and you’ll have breakfast cooked for you every time you step in the house.
Either way, good luck.

(You sexy sexy man. Sorry. This is serious must stand ground. Think Queen Elizabeth. I don’t need a man. That’s slightly more Pussy Cat Dolls than Queen Elizabeth. Bugger. I will not give in. That sounds better. One apology will not replace months of ‘I hate men’. Great, now sound like a man-hating lesbian. Terrific. Oh shut up brain and lets see what happens. The end.)