Riddle diddle, play ’em like a fiddle.

During an enlightening conversation with Robanga, I considered going back to my old ways in regard to how I treat men. It seems like once I began the departure from not caring, and arriving to the point where I display my feelings on my sleeve, the stars turned against me. I think that I was overall happier when I was slutting these men unapologetically, and if I remember correctly, I had way more (mentally and physically).  It was during this conversation that I was trying to convey the lack of fish in the water when the water is fresh; I feel that it’s only when the water is dirty that the process of elimination can begin because there is a higher quantity of fish (guys only respond when they are being treated badly). Anyhow, when presented with my hypothesis, Robanga concurred stating, “Riddle diddle, play ’em like a fiddle.” To that, my response was strictly contained within my thoughts, but I decided that it was definitely something to consider. Keeping in mind that it is a cold world, and winter is a coming, perhaps I should treat them like coats and as a fahionista, I switch them up regularly 😉