What if man, had a Diary? (pt. 1)

What if a mans thoughts, written by a woman’s hand shattered onto a piece of paper, created a self-portrait of his own secrets? It would mean that a man could only gossip throw up of his past experiences and crushes until those memories could one-day surface. Would man be faithful and express his imagination, where colors are evasive enough to stick and capture the truth, or, will he swipe his credit card and forge his signature, just to get by? It’s captivating, when activating that piece of mind. It’s like stamping information onto an envelope with your full address and government name. It’s likely, but I feel it’s too personal. But when ones hobbies and stories are baked to the highest temperature, one can only put on his mittens and take it out the oven. I would say let it simmer down on a piece of paper and let yourself brainstorm your words dry, as if you were squeezing out a wet rag. A mans stature reflects his vulnerability, right? Because men are suppose to be tough, strong, powerful! Aren’t they? Why not tough it out, without exposing your mortgage APR (average percentage rate), your hard days at work or your long explosive weekends. Why not expand to the night you forgot to put on a condom, or the days where you juggled three women at once, or the time you got embarrassed because your friend wouldn’t let you borrow his porn collection. Why not men, what do you guys think? It’s not more of what you think it’s how you can express your emotional rollercoaster without intentions of bleeding your tears onto a page you so forcefully filled up with “the truth.” Take a deep breath, and allow your waves to form currents, until a tsunami strikes the reader that ever stumbles upon those pages. I ask you of one thing, have patients when the ink is pacing and accept the fact that you’re a man. And what you are about to write may fall into the eyes of your potential wife. Welcome to your Diary.