I’ve finally realized why men are so attracted to fishing: it works like their way of dating, but the only string attached is the one on their fishing pole. I mean, think about it—a guy decides he needs a girl, whether it’s for a relationship or for a one night stand is irrelevant. Either way, he takes his fishing pole, sharpens the hook to make sure that once the fish is caught it’s caught for good, finds his most appealing bait and artfully attaches it to the end of his pole before descending the baited hook into the waters of Lake Women and then, knowing in full what is about to happen, he kicks back without a care in the world and he waits. Maybe it’s because her boyfriend just broke up with her, maybe it’s because she also is looking for a one night stand, but most likely it’s because she fell in love with that cuddly, loving, promising bait. But sure enough, eventually, along will come a girl who sinks her teeth deep into his lure, only to be swept away and hurled from the lake and in a matter of seconds before finding herself flopping around on the deck, gasping for air in this scary new place, a fish out of water. The fisherman is now completely in control, as she can’t swim in air or speak without bubbles. He’s allowed to do whatever he wants, and the worst part of it all is that deep down, the girl could see it coming, but she let it happen anyway. Love does strange things to a person’s judgment. And when it’s over, once the fisherman has had his fill, he’ll throw her back in the water and move on to his next victim. But the girl, on the other hand, has a scar too deep to fix with just football, videogames and beer. She fell in love and got swept away only to be ripped in half and released back to the very spot where she began. Is it because they don’t have a conscience? Is it just the combination of the chemical makeup of the male brain and their raging testosterone levels? Perhaps we will never understand why a guy will be able to say. ‘I love you’ and be totally indifferent to the fact that his words are a lie, while a girl will believe every last cubic lip of it and then will be so irrevocably heartbroken when she finally lets herself in on the not-so-secret that nothing he said was true. Sometimes we cry so hard from bleeding, so sick and tired of going through the needless motions, when all a girl ever really wants is that guy who tells her (and means it), “I know there are plenty of fish in the sea, but baby girl, you’re the only one for me.”
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SouthernBell