As for that Don Juan of yours (who I hope is reading this right now), he loves
no one but himself, yet he needs to be told by many about how they love him
(worship is probably the right word). Unfortunately for him, the real stuffs
come in a two-way street – no giving, no receiving. Don’t you think he knows
that as well? And this is how he ends up dealing with it: buying loves. In the
name of ‘I’m providing for all my concubines’ he shows you he’s a great family
man (God forbids) and in the act of soliciting one-night-stand opportunities he
try to persuade you (and himself in particular) what a great romantic figure he
truly is.
No, no pet talk and no fuzzy logic today. This is a day my fire of anger cannot
and will not extinguish. Loneliness? Since when that has become an excuse for
irresponsible behaviors and where does one draw the line between ‘loneliness’
and ‘selfishness’ in this case when all I’ve seen is other people paying the
price for his gracious ‘loneliness’?
Now convey this to that Mr. Casanova of yours – I see in him nothing more than
a spoiled and frighten child lost in the world of real adults. He wants to sit
at grown-up’s table, does he? Someone please tell him that he needs more than
just a bath and a gorilla suit. Also tell him that I don’t think deep down
inside he is equal to the task so I suggest him get off the chair (bottom down
first) and start looking for his way home so mama can wipe his nose clean. Some
one should have teach him a lesson long ago and were I that person, trust me, I
would have torn that little brat a new one – one point for humanity.
You will probably delete this after you read it; an understandable action and
certainly well within the bound of your prerogatives.