Why I Don’t See Myself Being With A Kuching Girl

Girls in general are funny creatures. They don’t conform to be laws of nature. If anything, they are truly aliens. But Kuching girls are in a class of their own. They are like an evolved sub-species of females. Girls are hard to read but Kuching girls are simply indescribable.

Reason #1:

There’s this whole thing about girls being independent. Don’t get me wrong. I strongly support women being treated as equals and all that other mumbo jumbo. But Kuching girls somehow have this whole being independent thing totally distorted. They crave to been seen as independent; able to take care of themselves fully without the need of anyone BUT yet they seek someone to be dependent upon. I’m not just talking about emotional dependence. This in most cases also include being financially dependent.

Of course Kuching girls will never admit it. They’ll say as long as the guy can sustain himself then its fine but in actual truth when they mean ‘sustain himself’ this implies ‘sustain me at the same time’. I’m not complaining about money and being materialistic. I’m complaining about not being honest with yourself. I’m shallow and I’ll admit it. I have nothing to hide. But not Kuching girls.

Reason #2:

The ‘bad boy’ factor. Kuching girls for some reason are attracted to the bad boy. The kind of boy who lives life to the edge. He swears at everything and nothing, he talks and boasts about anything, he treats girls like shit most of the time but is still able to humanely treat his lover like an actual person. He modifies his car into a roaming juke box to drown out the booming sound that his exhaust makes every time he steps on the gas. A car that is tinted so much, bats actually live inside. He wears his ‘bling-bling’ and his clothes either seem to fit his kid brother or a Norwegian woman named Olga. But it doesn’t matter what he wears, for it seems you’ll always get a chance to see his butt crack when he sits down. When he receives a phone call, he makes sure everyone around him knows.

I am not joking! These are the kind of jerks that girls seem to fall for. The bad part, these girls don’t presume that they’d get hurt and they do! Duh! Hello? It gets worse, girls complain and cry AND YET they fall for the exact same kind of guy. A little competition is fine but I’m not lowering myself to those standards just to have a fighting chance.

Conclusion

For me to find someone here is a long shot and I don’t think I’m ready to deal with that shit. It’s not that I’m not good enough for Kuching girls but rather Kuching girls are not ready for the likes of me. They can scavenger all their lives, I don’t care. As for me, I’ve found new shores. My sail is set and my course is laid. A little bit of perseverance and whole lot luck, I’ll find my holy grail. One day some day. Maybe I already did. But I know it’s just not in Kuching.