Complexities

Well you think I would sit there and whine about women. Blame everyone else but myself in my inability to get a date, grow up people. I am not a little boy who lost his mother in the shopping centre.

I am Ganz. Reasonably sane and absolutely sweet and god freaking great. Hey a little self appraisal don’t hurt nobody. Ok it’s not so little but damn it’s good to be Great.

Actually my unfathomable intention for this post was to speak about the inner complexities a woman. Because everytime you ask them out they always seems to have an answer for ready for you.

I do not know whether they really have genuine reasons or they simply lie to me and sit at home and dream about me. I understand gals I am quite the irresistible fellow so it’s perfectly normal if a young mature female adult is in love with dear Ganz. After all if I were a woman, I probably fall in love with Ganz. And no, I am not delusional and neither am I drunk. Heck I don’t even drink.

But I decided that instead of writing absurd amount of words I prefer to post my new image which I created in celebration of the female gender.

I hope you gals will like it. It’s a metaphor. But hey if you don’t get it we can always talk about over dinner.



So till my next post ya, its bye from Ganz.

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