Why am I writing this blog?
Socially I am a very nice and likable person but in my entire life I never been really truthful to anybody, especially to all the women who came to my life or who are still in my life. They give me so much and I was not able to give some thing very basic and simple to all of them i.e. to show the real me.
So here I am. Writing my confession. This confession is for my admiration and gratitute towards all those women who have a person like me in their life. Ladies, You have all the liberty to call me by any name, abuse me or admire me but just remember I might be in the man who is sleeping beside you.
And my dear friend (Male species): Be a hunarable man and write the truth. Atleast in my space I do not want to hear the psuedo-nicism. If you think you are a very nice person prove this to your woman not to us.
OK, The play begins.

All my life I have been dividing the whole world of women into two simple categories. Whether they are friend or very nice friend or well!!! nice human beings (Truth: not good enough for developing any intimate??? realtionship) or the second category, it doesn't have any name. I just coin the right term right on the moment. I may call her very facinating or very funny or very lively or any bullshit which is going to make her feel important and nice(Truth: I just want to see wheather she is stupid enough to fall for such a simple thing). Most of the time I am successful because most of the women they themselves are so low in their self esteem that a simple flattery works wonders. (God, Don't be so cruel. I can see and hear all those expression you lovely ladies are making.)
Lets come to one of my real life situation. First of all, all the names and places I am going to use have been changed to avoide the complications especially in my life.
When I first met Mansi, I was not at all interested in her as she was a simple stupid girl of 19-20 yrs and I was well 32 no 33 yrs old impressive and socially respectable person. Over next 2 yrs she become entirely different person. I started getting achs whenever I used to see her. Then I decided that somehting had to be done to soothen my aches and pains.
You know like any other girl she was in the pink world and looking for her Knight in the shining armour and till the time he comes she wanted to make maximum use of the time. The very first day when I held her hands I could feel the undercurrent in her but because of her inhibitions or more because of her fears of physical proximity, she used to wringle out of the situation. Sooner she atarted feeling more bolder and adventurous.
Here there is one question I want to ask you dear ladies. Why do you want to hear or feel that whatever you are doing is for love and not for any other reason. Have you ever heard of some desires. I met so many women in my life and all procaliam this feeling of love as the reason for all their amorous activities. Perhaps I am devaiting from tthe topic.
Now the today question: She knows ( I told her) that I am not in love with her but still she wants to hear that I love her before she makes any further moves. I am not able to understand the logic behing this and this is not the first time I am facing this situation. I never told any women that I loved her when this was not the truth. This time also I am going to follow my self imposed rules.
Friends, am I a devil?
Or you have also faced same situation?