There is something about a working woman that is so appealing to me. By working I don't mean those 8 hours you accumulated last week at Papa Gino's.. I'm talking about a real working woman. 40 hour weeks and her priorities in order (#HeyBoos). There is nothing like going out with a female that not only has the money to pay for herself, but wants to. Besides, I didn't scrub dishes and vacuum for an allowance at the tender age of 12 so that I could grow up and spend my money on some lazy hood booger.
Let me also touch on the fact that women love to hold out. Something about not giving it up too fast excites them. I'm convinced the shit really makes them feel good inside. Woman, listen.. if you wanna feel good about yourself try this. Don't get me wrong, I'm a patient dude, and if I'm really feeling you I'll put in the time and effort to let you know that. But there is a big difference between waiting for 401k box, and waiting for "I'm chillin on the couch watching Love & Hip Hop about to smoke this L.." box.
The figure above shows my patience for you non-PTO having women. X-axis shows how many hours you got on your weekly time card, while the Y-axis illustrates my level of patience.
As you can see, if you're dog walking or baby sitting 1 or 2 nights a week you can withold that box from someone else, I ain't even trying to hear that. You start picking up shifts at that tanning salon and I'll wait a little longer. As the hours increase so does my thirst, along with my willingness to chill with you and do a bunch of shit I don't enjoy doing. You work 40+ hours and you're racking up overtime then I respect you and your box, we chillin. At some point though, I don't give a fuck how many hours you work or how early your bills get paid, I'm just not waiting anymore.
Just because I more often than not refer to women in derogatory manner, doesn't mean I don't respect you. I respect women and love you all just the same. Now go build that résumé and fuck on the first date...
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