I want to warn or rather inform you guys out there, of a certain type of female. Now of course there are many types of women from the elegant to the wretched and everything inbetween, but THIS particular woman lies in the dark recesses that borders the two extremes. The she-devil gentleman, is how we shall title this particular female, and let me tell you she is an amazing specimen. You see, every now and again we encounter a woman who lies outside of the ordinary, she refuses to be checked by the expectations of society, and views most everything with cynical humor. She makes absolutely no sense because she not only blurs the already almost non-existent capacity men have for understanding women. But she loathes the "women" of today and their seemingly weak disposition. Her attitude is the do-it-yourself-if-you-fall get up , spit on your boo-boo, maybe rub some dirt on it, and keep it moving baby girl. Emotions? HA! Don't try and attack her on that front, or you will as sure as the sun will rise be butchered. She is no fool, not for love, not for sweet words, or for kind gestures. She is an obedient servant to her eyes, what she sees is what it is, no more, no less.
Immune to the types of passes that would make other women melt, she is a stone sculpture. A powerful symbol of what could be if and when a woman has lost all hope for the goodness in the hearts of men. Still more dangerous is her ever-changing disposition, she wants whatever she believes she wants at times that would appear as almost a calculated inconvenience, but as she wants it, so shall it be. Don't dare ask her why she'd wear black to the wedding or white to the funeral, why not? If there's anyone out there looking to become intimately acquainted with persistent migraines she is the sure path to your destination. Yet there has never in reality or myth been more elegant a creation on two legs.
Her eclectic tastes and contrasting views make her a shrewd judge in the court of life. If she says you are guilty... You are. It takes a certain kind of understanding and better still respect to wrestle someone (in this case a man) out of an abyss in which lies and illusions ran parallel to his realities . A certain kind of person who while not perfect themselves, understands that knowing your true self and all its imperfections, is as close to perfection as you can ever hope to get. So make a toast her, and give thanks for opening your eyes that were wide shut. There's no pulling the veil along her artfully chiseled face or a shadow dim enough to blind her supreme intuition and yet still she might be the only thing standing in her own way.
As she trusts no one, she cannot trust herself absolutely. Because her resolve is heavily aimed at major issues she lacks the refined characteristics crucial in addressing the more miniscule details/events. And as wild and irrational as her spontaneity makes her, it would then seem the only thing capable of taming her, would be herself rendering her of little use to "us", as every now and again one must surrender to something for the sake of something else. She is the ultimate example of a jilted lover, and lost herself somewhere inbetween finding what she thought was love and actually realizing what love is. Tainted in numerous ways she is at times an unnecessary buzzkill to the beautiful workings of the heart. Then again... What could be more necessary than the she-devil? Is she not the saver of men? The retribution for us all who have left a dark scar on the breast of emotion and stomped on the still-beating heart of an affectionate lover? I once again ask what could be more necessary than a she devil? A chorus of voices should utter in unison "Nothing".
She's detrimental to the health of the weak and cowardly, and strengthens the constitution of those men who are ready to acknowledge their flaws and remove the shroud, the mask of deception worn for so long. In some grand display of contradiction she is a qualified distributor of chaotic justice. Gentemen I'll tell you, if I had to go out of this world, and was called to the pearly gates, as untimely as it may be, she'd be my poison of choice. Every breath she breathes induces an intoxication likened to the strongest liquor. She is the only wine and spirit you'll ever need, her purpose? Not to numb you to life as most liqours do but to magnify your passion for it.
Cheers
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