figuring in out

You’re capable of driving me insane in less than a minute with all those conceded tactics so typical of the female population. I know what you want from me – you want a man who’s so head-over-heels in love that he mutters when he calls your name; he turns up at your doorstep in the middle of the day with a ruby rose ‘just because’; he listens to your rambling on about feelings, day routines and nasty gossip as he shakes his head in understanding; he worships the ground underneath your feet in a celebration to your rightful place as the Mother Goddess unjustly taken away by the patriarchal order of things and, above all – you want a horny teenager who’s burning with desire to ‘have you right then and there’ to constantly validate your worth as a sexual nymph.

But, baby, that ain’t gonna happen. Adolescence is a period in life and learning to grow out of it is the key to moving forward, to making something out of your life and of yourself. You claim you’re after a mature, centered, wise and secure man, but the minute you find him, you women immediately start with your beloved tests. You test his loyalty, his feelings for you, his commitment to a mutual life together, his honesty, his capabilities of a provider and, finally, his limits. You’re only lucky we’re as dedicated to protecting and nurturing that delicious vulnerability your fragile feminine nature is so capable of simulating to entice us. And by the time we figure out what’s been going on for a while, we’re too far into the game to call it quits.

There’s only one thing you should know and stop with the theatrics:

Marriage is hard. Getting divorced is hard. Being single is hard. My dick is hard. Your nipples are hard. Everything is hard. Deal with it.


written and unwritten

Her skin was the colour of chocolate, her eyes were dark and dim, and her hair was blacker than a raven’s plumage. She was precise, fierce and frighteningly consistent in her words, actions and general demeanour. Her movements were gracious and ethereal, creating the illusion she wasn’t walking so much as she was gliding on thin air, leaving behind an almost impalpable scent of desire and madness. She never stood still for too long and there was always a faint breeze drawing in mortals in a deathly grip of longing, obsession and delirium. Men instinctively wished to get a hold of her, to tame her, to domesticate her, to keep her hidden from the rest of the world. But she always found a way to get away with a smile, remaining her usual wild and charmingly free self.

He was her complete opposite. Fair-skinned and freckled with piercing grey eyes that could unnerve even the calmest soul. He always paced himself and was the very epitome of stability and homey comfort. Something about him promised calm seas of domestic bliss. His sense of self-worth and strength of character shined through in every movement, every deed. He was generous in his actions and frugal in his words. People stopped and listened to what he had to say and even the air stood still long enough for him to leave his mark on everyone whose lives he had entered. He liked it.

But what he liked even more was her. With her illogical behaviour and ability to create a whirlwind in a seemingly calm summer day. Everything he had achieved with years of hard work and restrain paled in comparison to the alluring prospect of throwing it all away just to follow in her footsteps and get lost in a world of ‘what ifs’ and ‘never agains’. He was good at planning life; she was good at living it. He imagined holding her head between his palms – his cold calm eyes staring into her fierce gaze. Ice and fire, motion and stillness, inspiration and strength.It would be simply marvelous.

Naturally,she knew. Women always know. Passing by in a fleeting moment she could sense his overpowering presence with all her being. Everything in their lives had led them to the moment when they would stand in front of each other with all the honesty they were capable of. It was inevitable and they knew it. 

He was closer to her than he had ever been; he could smell her scent; she could sense his presence. He felt drawn like never before. It was a moment of simple truth: two sets of eyes were calmly gazing at each other.

– “Checkmate.” – the Player exclaimed, moving his Black Queen to F1, next to the White King.