Rant about women

Warning
The following blog contains material that some women may find offensive. I say: fuck it.
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I've just about had it with women.
The constant bitching about every minute little detail and critisising of everything and everyone and their brother. I'm seriously considering just quitting alltogether and spending my weekends at home playing guitar.

You know how you come home from a particularly sucky evening at the clubs and you turn on mtv and whack it to the Sugababes or something and everything is allright with the world again? Yesterday even that didn't work. So what brought this on?

We went out again yesterday, me martin, marcus, jens and his woman. We had a pre-party at jens' woman's apartment and later headed to Royal. Thanks to marcus girlfriend we got in for free, which is very much appreciated. The place was frekin' packed and there were loads of drunk men...and a lot of black dudes as well...even more than usual I think.

Martin and I also saw a couple of the hottest asian chicks we have ever seen. I mean EVER! I'm not a big fan of Asian women but these chicks were smokin' hot. My brother would probably have creamed his pants right there...I have somehow gotten the idea that he likes asian chicks...maybe because he studies Japanese and shit.

The dance floor was packed and people were bumping into each other like crazy. I thought it was only a matter of time before a fight would break out but I was wrong. No fight. Very surprising because it was crazy.

My ex who we call C was out with her friends.
The chick I was talking to a while ago was out with her friend/s. Let's call her A
The 18 year old I met yesterday was out with her friend/s. Let's call her B

First things first.
I *thought* I was in the clear with chick A since I had fuckin' told her that I didn't want a relationship. Apparently she hadn't gotten the message and has been sending me messages every now and then. Earlier in the evening she sent a message saying something to the effect of if I wanted a dance partner I should let her know bla bla bla..I was at a pre-party and didn't notice so naturally she thought I took offense so she apologised for it. In the past week I think she has apologised like five times for various things. Enough already! Play your fuckin' hand and stand by it. Don't give me this apologetic crap.

Second; I foresee a future where that fuckin' 18-year old will start pestering me. She is 18. Too young...nuff said! That situation isn't that bad, just a hassle really.

Third.
As we were going home I agreed to give C and her friends a ride home. As we were walking to the car C starts bitching about all kinds of things. She was bitching about stuff that happened on an Åland-trip, some things marcus or ove had said or something and then she started bitching about the women I hit on since I'm single. Jesus H CHRIST!

She went on and on and on about how I should set my standards higher and how I make HER look bad. Apparently there are criterias I need to follow...hers. Among other things I wasn't allowed to pick up "fat chicks"...I think her exact words were "heavier than me" (ie her).
I COULD have reminded her about when we were together and she was 5-6 kg heavier and was bitching about that all day but I didn't.

So yeah, right now I just have that feeling that I just want to quit, sit at home, buy a tube of lube, watch porn and whack it. Go to bed early after watching a movie. Fuck them bitches.
Over the day though I have revised the opinion to only going celibate for 3-4 months, phasing all women who aren't my relatives out of my life and just being Martin's wing man when need be. 'Cause once you let one of 'em fuckers into your life they'll fuck it up with all the drama and bitching.

And now for a more positive attitude.
I had a dream tonight about me and my friends going out to eat at a proper resturant, not a pizza place or junk food joint the way we normally would. It was a hassle getting there because an alarm in my car went off saying that there was oil in the water tank so I needed to burn it.

When we got to the resturant our table was located at a staircase..basically in a corridor.
It took us four hours to eat. Martin upset the waiter, some turkish guy, three or four times by telling racist jokes and throwing up a bit and wiping his nose with the table cloth. When we were about to leave and got the check Ove didn't have any money...only about 4 euros.
But it was still fun. I hope we get to do it in real life sometime...only without the puking, mad Turks and lack of money.