Makes u wanna reach for that remote control and be thankful there's no one u need to share it with

Why girls fight over men, I’ve always wondered. Given half a choice, I’d rather fight for the remote control at any given time. Unlike men, the remote abides by your pressing. U just got to push the right buttons. With men, there aren’t any buttons. They got switches. You either turn them on or off. (But of course they are adorable.)

Now back to my point, a wisecrack once said no worthy man is worth the fight. Speaking with the advantage of hindsight, I’d advocate that. Cause u see, months ago I got involved with someone from work. Unbeknownst to me, a relatively new colleague shared the common interest. Apparently, my then philandering man made his maiden move on her. For some reasons I did not want to know why, he retreated and well... you know the rest.

In the short months when he and I were seeing each other, I encountered loud snide remarks on the elevator and awkward scrutinizing moments from the jilted one (I honestly thought I had lipstick on my teeth when she intently stared at me one morning). What probably angered her more was my blasé reaction towards this whole dramedy . In all honesty, I thought this whole episode was pretty insignificant. Granted there are moments where I envisioned kicking her sizeable trunk but on most days, the matter was rather inconsequential.

To cut the chase, I decided not to be an idiot anymore and chose to end the relationship in the most civil manner known to mankind (she was not a deciding factor in the decision btw). She finally got her coveted man and the last I heard, he dumped her for another. This is no surprise but recently as I watched her scrambling around picking up the pieces of her broken pride, I felt a wave of sympathy. Call it a women’s instinct to stick up for the poor, torn and jaded or whatever you want but a part of me wanted to give her a hug and some strength. But then again...

Who the hell gives a damn.