Who will be the one rejecting you? You?

Black sports tights, pink top, an amazing body, but it was the way she moved from one stretch into another. A body moving can be only such a beautiful sight. The smoothness, the softness. Clearly a competing athlete she was.

A face, that also has taken the graces from the gods of beauty.

Then I felt the energy of that feeling being mirrored. Which is a beautiful bonus. And a sign of "Go go go"

At some point when I was in the middle of my set, she came to stretch beside my station. I finished my set, having used my last breath, I looked at her, but needed to squat down.

That was it. I gave the rejection to her, and to myself where no rejection was existent.

Did I fear rejection, did I fear losing face in the new gym, did I genuinely have no breath... Does not matter.

I gave the rejection no chance. I rejected myself, I rejected her.

One thing I have learned in the past years is this:

You have a choice.

You can fear rejection.
You can reject doing the rejection yourself.

In longer words,

You can fear rejection, and preemptively reject, giving the Gods Of Fortune no chance in deciding it.

Or, you can reject rejecting, and see if the Gods Of Fortune favor you, and helping them in their decision by forcing them to decide, by going up and facing it, by creating your own fortune.

A man can get angry at a girl rejecting him. He is at the level of fearing rejection. He is angry at the Gods Of Fortune because this one time he tried, the dice fell wrongly.

Or,

A man can accept a girl rejecting him as the sign that he is not rejecting preemptively. This man will get angry at himself for rejecting any opportunity that arises. He likes to call on the Gods Of Fortune, he likes to makes his own fortune, try what is on the menu of the day. He knows by not letting the girl reject him, he is rejecting fortune.

Gods Of Fortune don't let their graces shine on men who turn their backs on them.

The last girl who rejected me, I laughed about it, I don't even remember it now. But this day I rejected myself. And this will be yet another lesson.  This will me make choose.

Which one will I be?

And you, what do you choose?

Let the girl decide if she likes you?
Or decide it for her? Negatively.

Will you create your fortune?

Let me help:

Approaching is attractive.

Another one:

We live for the days where the risks we have taken bear fruit.

The EUSSR and the denial of leftist socialist liberal communist useful idiots

Once again, have not been writing. Busy with life, busy with work, and too lazy to write.

I apologize.

See, been working on something that might create value to the society, no, by creating technological, tangible value, not some attempt at social engineering. Might end up making people's life easier, and increase their quality of life.

"This fucking capitalist system" says one facebook friends comment.

Anyway, so in this free market capitalistic system, if I employ someone to help me realize this idea, here is the breakdown of the budget given to investors.

Lets say the salary of my employee is 40.000
50% tax paid by me : 20.000
80% overhead on top of the sum, bit of it cubicle rent, the rest various costs due to taxation: 48.000

The employee will be taxed, 35%: 14.000

Then not counting the tax I pay to other taxes not related to the employee, or the employee paying vat, environment, etc etc etc taxes.

In the end, without these end calculations, the employee gets

26.000

Out of

108.000 of the money allocated to his service.

That's a taxation of over 75 %..... Before he even sees the money.

If we are living in a free market, capitalistic hellhole, this clearly shows that the big fat capitalistic bully is the state, no one else.

Wonder how a socialist state would look like.. Full slavery?

Oh wait...

Then in this time, another comment popped up

"It is disturbing that a professor gave the example of communist countries, like Russia, when talking about technology being used for evil when in under control of the state"

Besides me hearing almost every single time how free market is evil, how property rights (of course not in those words) are evil, how the welfare state is heaven (broke and abused), one time one person says that full state control over science can be used to do bad.

Likes, likes, likes...

Yes, because Stalin used science to make Ukraine a prosperous nation, because Stalin made Poland the home of earth friendly agriculture, and Siberia was used to collect the minds of communist states to solve world poverty.

Right.

"We of the left are enemy of the System..."

No

The left are the system.

Socialism and Marxism is failing has failed, has killed more than any other thought in a given century, has tortured more, has made more  suffer. But still they behave as if it never has been tried, still they behave as if the opposition. Fucking liars the lot of them.

Look at facebook. Who gets prosecuted for their comments? Multicultural welfare statists or people who want to have the right to self govern, who want their property rights back, the state out of their brains and wallets?.....

Freedom of thought, only if you think in allowed line of thought of,... The Party.

Left & co. It is the leading ideology, it is the system. It is the fashion. The God.

Who gets likes, and who loses friends?

It destroys by design, but it feels good to be one.

Because they care.

A cancer also cares for the host.

Help and risk jail, or let be and risk shame?

It was 3 am in the morning, I was sleeping happily in my bed.

Had some trouble falling asleep that night, because the events of that day resembled the events one year ago.

Last year I had a small rotation of four girls, and in the span of a month, one every weekend, the girls left the rotation with the same reason. She wanted more.  In the span of month I went from sultan, to having no beneficial friends.

On the day of this night, a girl made it clear that she was just playing for time when she accepted my "This is what I have to offer", when in reality she wanted me all by herself. So it ended.

Had trouble falling asleep, but then, if I had the same trouble of the harem resigning last year, this means, I will have the same trouble next year. Means, more fun in tue horizon.

So I'm sleeping like an innocent angel.

I wake up to the elevator arriving, and a heavy breathing outside my door. Ok... The breathing continues, and does not stop. One minute. Five minutes.

I get up and look through the door hole, I see nothing.

By this time I am sure I have a stalker, so decide to let time solve it.

Five more minutes. My eyes hurt, but still can't see. Breathing, sobbing and nose pulling.

BAM! Goes the door. I almost shit my pants. 3 am, standing by the door thinking about a stalker, all silent, and the my door gets kicked.

Fuck, I am thinking. "I'm sorry" says the person out of my door.

For the sake of my neighbors and my peace, I decide to check who that is.

For my safety, put the phone on the ground, facing the door, and run the camcorder.

I open the door, and there's nobody. Behind my door stands my neighbor, a 20 year old blonde, standing, facing her door, not moving, totally smashed.

After doing the right thing of recording everything, I make the stupid thing.

"You got keys?"
"No"
"You can sleep on my couch, in the morning call the keymaster", idiot, fucking idiot...
"I think I'll stay here" she says. She has a cigarette in her hand, outside is minus 15 degrees, if she goes out, she stays out.

But I got no scruples I'm letting a girl sleep on the staircase, if helping her further will put me at risk for some false allegation on her side due to imagination, fucked memory etc.

I close the door, let a 20 year old girl to sleep on the staircase.

Then my humanity rises, and I decide to do the second idiotic thing.

Again put the phone facing the door, press record. Go to the living room, pick a spare blanket, open the door and offer the blanket to the girl who is still sstanding, facing her door, cigarette in hand.

She declines.

Fuck it I say, I put myself in too much risk already, say a loud goodnight, and close my door.

6am...

I jump from my bed when a key enters my door keyhole.

I run to the door all adrenaline shaky, then I hear the voice on the way:
"is this your door?"
"mmmmm"

Keys in my lock.

"is this your door?"
"mmmmm"

Keys in my lock.

Some foreign guy distributing newspaper has found the girl, from what I can hear and see, she emptied her bag at some point, found her keys, and passed out on the stairwell again, until he came by.

By this time I am watching all of this from the keyhole.

In the end, he must have figured from the names that this is the wrong door, so he manages to get her door open.

She walks in without a word.

He leaves, I see it all. He comes back in a few minutes, rings her door many times, the girl has passed out. In the morning there is a sweater in front of her door. The guy turned it to he a real prince.

And if I ever would have heard that the police is investigating that bnight, I would testify on what I saw happening at 6am. Not gonna let a kind man go to waste because of some drunk angel's imagination.

But this is where the laws and their abuse has brought us.

20 year old future wives sleeping on the stairwell, drunk, without a blanket. A motherly icon.

Neighbors trying to help till they come to their senses that what they are doing is riskier than playing Russian roulette with an AK47 with a full mag.

Thanks to some clarity, I had all on tape. Still. Stupid.

Next night she was drinking again.

Stwong intepentent empowewed perfect example of the ideal woman, or?

And all the beautiful things she will have done in the past will have made her the unique beautiful person she is in the future.

Shhhhh...

A New Year and a late Merry Christmas

To all my readers, the few ten of you, I wish you a happy New Year, and a late wish for a Merry Christmas.

Wish you a good party into 2013, and may it be a good year! Scratch that, may you make it an awesome year!

for the lack of posting, have not been writing for over a month, work and life situation, and being out of groove for various reasons.

Will start asap, better, stronger, funnier, more insightful, more often, groovier.

Stay tuned,

Thank you all!!

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.