Lately in the world of love, I have started to feel like a fish in a stream.....and men are the poles. OK, I know that you are saying......what the f*ck is she talking about....but come now just picture the scenario.......a beautiful day.....fly fishing and boom.........
ya know....beautiful cast and the bait is dangling ......
oh but wait........there it goes fading back into the murky depths......
ah no wait here it is again.....damn should I bite at it......nah not yet......
shit lost my chance there it goes again...........
no wait...look I see it....back yet again......now I am going after this sucker.........
hmmmmm where did it go....what's this....shit there are two now.....
hmmmmm nah.....that new one already has one hooked......not going after that, but it does look tasty.......
no here mine is back again.......
Damn....just got a little taste......and its gone.......but why is that new one sticking around..........
look at that spinner just enticing me.......nope not gonna.......
ah....the bite missing, I knew it would be back.........
just sticking here waiting........getting ready..........
I GOT IT.......
NO wait.....IT GOT ME......
What the HELL...
what's that pain......
OMG....it felt so good at first........
WTF.......need to struggle.......
pulling.....wait ....hurts too much........
just give up.......... YA GOTS ME......
Moral of this story........it always ends with the fish being EATEN......
