Prada or Nada?

“I hate the fact that some people get judged for being real while some are getting loved for being fake.” – Word Porn 

So as I shared on FB about my encounter with the abang cabby from last night (a few weeks ago) I can’t help but to reflect on the movie ’27 Dresses’. It reminded me of the younger sister who was being a fake just to make that guy like and eventually love her. And here that’s an example of it happening in reality. Ok I might not know what the other side of the story is but yeah it just makes me reflect on life, and relationships and ouh ya marriage. The more I hear about the life stories of marriage, the more skeptical of it I become.

Ok aside from that, I am very disturbed by the issue. Do women really do all that? Pretending? Just for the sake of a guy?  For the sake of love? Or just the idea of being with someone – pressured into getting married? It destroys lives people! Not just yours but the lives of others! Manipulation and lying for marriage?! Gosh! Real life isn’t drama series! Won’t you get tired of all the acting and deceiving? Come on, the poor bugger got trapped in your web of lies and you are robbing him of his peace and happiness. It’s hard finding someone to be my partner. I’ve seen my fair share of men. Ok not much but enough to turn me off when it comes to trying. It’s either he’s a nice guy but I don’t find any attraction or an asshole which I have loads of attraction for, Mr-im-just-in-for-the-fucks which I don’t give a fuck for or the cruel joke of Mr right guy but wrong timing encounters.

But here’s one thing, I was being myself. I didn’t pretend I was someone else, in fact with some if those men; I simply acted the way I am without a care in the world aka my tomboyish nature. The raw and unpolished side of me. Yeah I do put on my full blown make up, strut in my normal but chic style and smell intoxicated-ly alluring but I do curse and swear when it was needed, laugh a little too loudly, burp without a care to hide it,  sit crossed legged on a booth and yeah smoke my ciggys like addicts do. Yeah some men don’t care by it while others ran away faster than I could say my name. But at least I know I was being myself and only the ‘weirdoes’ could accept my fair share of weird. Or maybe they were just pretending to accept that. Maybe they are the ones trying to manipulate me. If they were, at least the game was too tiring for them as all left or being sent packing off. I guess the manipulating occurs as its more of a physical or material attraction. One is attracted to the physical and/or material attributes that person has which naturally; in order to maintain the connection or the attraction; they pretended to be who the person of interest wants them to be. It makes perfect sense. It does happen all the time in the work industry. It’s written all over on resumes and often said during interviews. Applicants would lie and twigged their resumes so they could be the perfect candidate for the job. Only when they assume the position do we know their capabilities. All too familiar right? But that's for a job application. This is marriage. Be real people. Don't fuck others up just because you're just one fucked up individual.