The fallacy of the one

"You are the one"

A lie told to me,

A lie told to many after I turned down the offer to be "The one."

Many times a man has taken up the offer "The one", without knowing he just got it because someone else just had decline, and it was time for her to "have something meaningful"

Many times I have taken the offer, and not knowing better, have paid a hefty price.

This girl, sweet girl, talented, treats me well, has an innocence to her, is in a useful profession, and is overall good company hinted that I might be offended an audition for "The One".

I kindly declined, hinting at being "The Invisible Man", that I should be seen as "The Man Who Doesn't Count".

Because what she does not know is that I know that she hinted at a similar possibility for an audition for "The One" to one of my friends, two weeks before we met.

Her having very good taste does not change the fact that I feel she is casting a play, and looking for actors.

Now is her time for "Something Meaningful"...

A behavior that I have seen so many times... Gotta be honest though. In her case apparently "Meaning" hast mostly been there, so she is not one who has "Had my fun, now I can settle",

Still,

With girls changing their relationship status, and getting comments like "It was about time!" ... Girls posting the pics of their newborns and getting likes from a two handfuls of previous fuckbuddies... Girls walking the street with their "man" a week after I declined "The One"... Girls breaking up with "The One", and shouting their love for "The Now One" on facebook for all to see...

No thanks,

I'll be the actor in my own play.

"The Man Who Didn't Count"

Affirmative action is deadly

Ran the hill for fifteen sprints, dragged myself to the sauna. 90 degrees heat inside, 6 degrees outside, 9 degrees in the water. Perfect after that intensive training.

Was sitting in the sauna when they entered. Two of them short giants, like Vikings from the drawings, one older coach like guy, and twelve others that would put Greek Gods to shame.

These guys were in such a shape that would make the cast of Magic Mike cry.

Football.. No, too big upper body.. American football... Maybe, but too developed shoulders.. Mma?.. Nope, too straight posture... Basketball? No.. Hockey? Nope.

Wtf?

So I asked the coach

"what team is this?"

"Firemen"

Fuck, I thought to myself. These guys are in better shape than even professional athletes. Each one would make it to the 300 movie, and each one could hold his own in a powerlifting competition.

Then I thought about what I know of their requirements. I also know that the physical requirements are lower for female police candidates, but that is a different profession with a different skill set.

There I sat, fourteen carved out of marble men in front of me (my attention on the 22 year old personal training student who is a project of mine, and a sight to behold), fourteen men that are in the top of the top of physical fitness due to their job.

If one day they introduce lower standards for female firefighters, that will be death. Years ago, in the whole country, there was one woman who could keep up with the guys, and the firemen I met then were smiling when they said "You should see her."

These guys passed very high standards including running while carrying a full sized body, on full gear weighing fifty kgs. If men are eliminated because they don't pass these standards, but females having a lower standard will be able to get in (not the case right now), there will be casualties on the road to eqwaliteee.

And I raise my drink to the fact that my 35 year old self was not too far from the fireman brigade, at least in the being carved from marble department.

Of course a hairy chest and a three month beard helps.

But the secret is Paleo.

Cheers.

Letting the Cobra out to the field. There are hamsters to catch and pleasure.

Enjoy the weekend!

A tale of two girls, one independent and stwong, the other, interesting

Copenhagen, the meat packing district, a beautiful summer night, having a few drinks, sitting on the beer bench.

A cute blondie sits to my sits to my right, a cute brunette sit's to my left.

We start chatting with both sides.

Both girls are very attractive, and they have friends with them, also part of the chats, but they are not related to the story.

Blonde: I am German

Brunette: I am Greek

When I say I live in Finland,

Blonde: what big companies are in Finland? We do consulting in Finland.

Brunette:  That would be too cold for me.

Jobs:

Blonde: nose up, looks down, " Am an assistant in a financial consulting company"

Brunette: " Am working for an energy consulting company"

City:

Blonde: "Hamburg. Lots of businesses."

Brunette: "London. Very active city, but the weather is depressing"

Work experience:

Blond: " We just helped company xxx merge with yay, it was z million euros"

Brunette: "All flights were booked, so the company arranged a private jet, I arrived in that business airport in a summer dress, people were just looking at like who is she dating.."

Questions:

Blonde: " So what is your business"

Brunette: "What do you do?"

Other conversations;

Blonde: I am independent, I am a high flyer, I am a career girl, I am stwong.

Brunette: The beaches of Greece, the clouds of London, anybody want a drink?

No more examples of comparisons of the Blonde and Brunette I can give, because one, I don't remember, and two, there is not much more the blonde said, except announcing stwength, independence, and cawweer...

The night went forward with us earthly beings having a blast of a conversation, two three hours, where the career girl was occasionally listening in, but the stwongnesss and the independence, mixed with the view of her nostrils, was not helping.

The sweetness of the brunette always made her more interesting to us, who, by sitting in the middle, were directing where the attention would concentrate.

To all the girls who have been educated in the feminist life view of women being stwong and independent, know this, being a career cunt does not make you attractive, being sweet, feminine, and friendly, does.

I paid my dues; you?

It was a night when I decided to go out alone, as the friends were either too tired from a week of work, or were using the usually silent friday night to put in a weekend date without sacrificing the saturday.

On my way, I got a message from an acquaintance, so decided to meet up with him.

Before he arrived, a good friend arrived at the venue with his date of the eve, and they joined us.

The acquaintance arrived, totally wasted. When I don't drink, I am annoyed by most drunks, maybe except good friends that I hold dear to me. He was not one of those.

Anyway, the daters leave, me and the new guy go to another venue.

In there he continues drinking, annoyed, I join another group of guys I know, who are sitting in some corner.

The venue is not full, and at that moment I saw no prospects. Only post wall women, and young drunks.

So I do not mind mingling with a group of guys sitting in the corner.

I do not sit down though. I stand.

Also, am a bit overdressed for the place, which means a slim shirt, and a well fitting jacket, on jeans.

Standing straight.

After some chats with the dudes, I decide I am not going to lean on a table to talk with guys who cannot put themselves into the environment, so return to my straight standing ways.

Not too much later, some 40ish woman comes, I tell her thanks, nope, dont want to dance.

The guys on the table are smiling.

"You always stand like this?"

I smile. "I like it like this"

Bit later a girl sitting on the next table is eyeing me, she's drunk, I ignore, the guys notice.

"So this is your way"

I smile.

Few minutes later, another woman approaches, good looking for her age, and pissed at my rejection.

A cute one approaches, but totally drunk. Had she been cuter, I could have ignored the drunkness, but nope, not this time.

Both times I get a comment from the sitting crowd.

The place I was standing was one of the two places to stand in the bar. Very good traffic, but also by the bar, so has good stopping traffic, and the other location was just puked on, so, this was the good place for me to be.

I turn to the guys, probing, if they are happy in their misery or if they would be willing to change somethings

"Why do you sit there, out of the envionment? Things happen when you are in the environment?"

"Naa... Am good here"

Fine. I am not a guy whose advice is worth 5000 a weekend, but here is a guy who apparently has something going for himself, offering the potential of a change, for free. Allright.

Then comments on my attire, comments on the hair, the beard, being overly touchy feely, to which a warning went out. I feel I have been too tolerant already, but for sake of good times and the belief in well intentions, I let them slide.

A girl passes by, I stop her, and tell her something, she speaks no english, I blabber in Finnish, before we could continue, the friend bitchblocked me, the two left.

No prob for me,

The sitting group smiling.

I am starting to think "Unbelievable".. By this time, my curiosity is the thing keeping me there. Want to see what they will do.

A cute little thing walks by, I fail to say hi to one I would like to, so when I see her friend saying hi to a guy I know, I walk the five meters, tell the guy hi, unintentionally scare the girl off, who leaves with her friend, while still looking at me in curiosity. Got to calibrate when you are a caveman, built, tall, well dressed and coming in like a Dodge Charger, turbos blazing.

No prob for me. Walk back,

The sitting group smiling.

That is when I gave up, my curiosity, my drive to give a helping hand, my tolerance.

Some men are hopeless.

Later saw a girl in blue dress. Short blue dress. Long legs. Long blonde hair. Young, tall, little deer.

Did not talk to her. When the night ended, I left early.

I noticed one thing:

The blue dress blonde was bothering me. Should have talked.

The two rejections, did not bother me.

The sitting group did not bother me. Just mental note: Next time, 5 meters mandatory safety distance against any contagious negative mental attitudes.

The blue dress blonde bothered me, until I let it go as a lesson.

In that afternoon, I had read a post from VK's Empire of Dirt,

It’s because I put in that work. I made that approach.

The whole post is worth a read. I can say it was one of most important posts that I will have read in the last years.

Yea, so the Sitting Boyz were smiling at me in triumph when a not attractive woman would come over, they were smiling when I got shot down.

But they did not know, that I don't give a flying fuck.

I did the approach. I'll deserve the next woman that will enjoy the pleasures of my company, and I will deserve them in better quality, and better quantity.

I put in the work.

"Dude, they only talk to you because you stand so arrogant"

I put in the work. I learned to stand tall. I invite the challenging other men who feel the need to prove their dominance.

"Dude, they only talk to you because you are dressed"

I put in the work. I ironed a shirt, I dressed just a bit over the norm, I invite the looks from women that would cause other men to lower their gaze. I invite the challenge. I enjoy it.

"Dude, they only fuck you for your body"

I put in the work. I am the one who cooks every meal, I am the one spending time in the gym, I am the one not drowning in alcohol. If they want my body, so be it. My dick is a part of my body, a physical extension of my soul, or my being. I do not separate myself.

"Dude this, dude that"

I put in the work.  Got much much more work to do. More than I did in the last 20 years. Still ahead of me, still needs to be done. to be learned. To be risked. To be tried. Even if I got many more time I will need to put my hands in fire, I already put them to an extent that "Things just happen". So, fuck yes, where I am, I put in the work.


"Haha. The sucker got rejected"

Yes I did. And thus, am one step closer to my next threesome. With women who you could not even imagine in your dreams. Not one or them.

Yea, I got rejected,

It is the price of having the neighbor's girlfriend look at you in awe and disgust after her sleep was disturbed by a Siren in the night, a Moaner the next afternoon, and a Screamer the next night. A neighbor who is a legend in his own circles.

I got rejected, you smiled, you behaved in way that embarrasses me to write here.


No problem. I don't feel offended or shamed. (Mandatory 5 meters distance)

Empty balls have a lot of sympathy.

Only if balls could smile.

Thank you VK. 

Village cycles playing mint Mercedes game

Came to my usual place,  it's an unusually slow night,  being the first day under 10 degrees and such.

Had some Russian standart with lemon on the way,  now decided I'll get this one out.

Women playing good girl angle when they are one step away from being a kitty on the pussyhound carousel.  Hah, the dictionary corrected that as pussy Honda.  Okay.

I see guy,  a handsome devil whose balls are always empty.  Looking in awe as the girl who rejected him using the good girl angle was grinding on the limestone vibrant #3 in town.  His jaw dropped when she ground on a second enricher,  and a third.  To add to the insult,  another friend of mine who used to booty call this girl,  considered this one a good girl.  Five years ago.  Guess time does spoil the milk.  Radiation totally destroys it. And that good girl will be treated as such by any quality man who saw her that night.

Of course then there is facebook.  Girls putting up churchy posts every now and then,  also have single,  in relationship,  single,  in relationship cycles multiple times a year.

Multiple girls who have criticized my sexually open way of living,  have burnt four-five boyfriends in the first three quarters of the year.  And me being me,  know that these are the ones who made it to the boyfriend status.

Good girl.  I meet her and her friend two weeks prior.  I was interested in the friend; both girls lookers.  Friend interested,  but things change while I am away.  Friend says we can't meet.  Same week I meet good girl.  My place in thirty minutes.  Now,  back to good girl.  Not that I mind that one.  Once the bread has been in the oven,  I like to play.

Among these,  the facebook statuses always crack me up.  Especially the high amounts of "like"s these "riding the carousel,  yes I am"  posts get.

Hey,  let's also congratulate the open door being open with a highway passing through it but still claiming it is as secure as the castle door on top of the Himalayas.

Not that I mind. I got the nuke that'll nuke the door guarding hamster.

Open doors are to be cherished and respected by making full use of free entry.

Just make sure,  young man,  that you don't decide to pay for that non-existent castle.

Laying down your bed on a highway is not the best idea now,  is it?

Have a great weekend,  doors,  bread,  ovens,  and all that.

Shut up. Let me enjoy my delusion

The morning sun shined through the curtains.  I was happy that the police lights I saw on my ceiling few hours ago were not for me,  and the elevator door that opened the same time was my neighbor,  not some officer in blue.

She was a moaner,  a shouter,  a cryer,  and she was loud.

Happy that I am still in my own bed,  I turn over the petite little thing,  and we wake up the neighbors.

She has to go,  I welcome the break.  Am Do either for,  need rest.

She takes a shower,  gets prepared,  she looks like a cute thing going on a sunday walk,

She looks at me with those eyes, 

I hold my phone to her,  the number pad on the screen.

"Uhhm.  This is new...  Ahmm...  I usuall... Ok  yes, I give you number"

I was not born yesterday, 

I was aware that the cute thing was not a virginal chaste MaryDonna,  but seriously,  did not need to be smeared on my face that I was dealing with a MaggyDalena...

Now there is a girl somewhere expecting an sms for a date.

All she will get is...

Even while I thank her for red flagging herself so perfectly,  somewhere inside me I'd still like to have the delusions.

I'm blue,  dadudidada dadada...  Blue blue... blue

Open thank you letter to a good friend

They woke up at 9 am,  breakfast was either a shot of vodka,  or a shot of finnish cognac.

A day that starts like this does not continue in a different way,  by the time I joined them at 5pm, all but the driver were hammered,  including the Shaman.

I join them,  immediately get a drink handed to me.  We proceed to the sauna,  ten men.  Me,  still sober,  driver,  driven into oblivion by the few "catch up with the others"  shots.

A game is played in the sauna.  A full bottle of cognac is passed around,  everyone taking a sip,  after each sip,  steam is put on the sauna.  This is the kind of game that ends in the emergency room.  We were fast,  so it ended with ten guys struggling to fit under two showers,  hearts racing,  skin red,  out of breath. 

I was not sober anymore.  Was at the point where my tongue loosens.

I go outside to get my senses back,  sweating,  breathing,  and heart racing. 

Time passes,  and I am joined with the others.

" So you say OldPlaceToBe is not where we should go to? "

I am about to explain why the best place in town turned into a shithole, which can easily be described by finn-flight from the place when the place started being more vibrant than usual, and that Finns go to a new place, and that for now, the new place is the better choice, when I see the Shaman standing behind the party host, looking directly into my eyes and motioning "NO", with his head.

So, being warned by my friend that a simple observation could be a threat to my wellbeing,

"We go to NewPlaceToBe" was my answer.

In these funny times where it is allowed to shout "Death to the west", but can be dangerous to utter why the locals have stopped going to a bar, a friend like the Shaman, who still has his wits about him after drinking for 16 hours is God sent.

I thank Shaman for this lesson that I needed being taught, and for the warning that potentially saved me grief and even trouble.

Funny times indeed, infinitely more tragic though.