Women have been lied to – Headgames are just a bullet for your own foot

Yea, you shot yourself in your own foot.

Then you blamed me with your eyes.

Let's rewind some three hours and start from the beginning.

Had we rewinded by 24hours, it would be me, you, and durex. But we are interested in the 3 hours before you blamed me with your eyes.

I was there with my friends, you arrived in the bar, walked past by me with a coy smile.

Welcome, I thought to myself. You did not stop because you want to keep me as your a little secret (except apparently you've been talking). No problem.

You pass by again, I say hello, you smirk and continue walking. I say, fine. Now we know it is a secret. Cool.

Sometime later I am talking with a girl that I am having a nice chat going on with, me getting punched in the arm, me teasing back, all in all bloody good fun. You appear out of nowhere, drink in your hand, stand behind her, start dancing and try to get my attention. You get it for five seconds, I return to my company.

Time passes. Am standing by myself while my friends are at the bar , getting smashed. I see you walking by again, I go up to you, you play coy, make me walk five meters, only to chat for ten seconds, the second after I tease you, you turn around like Marylin Monroe and walk away, giving me your smile and the head turn, with the golden hair waving in the air. I think to myself, that is the third time. Three. The holy trinity. The unholy trinity. Karma's third eye.

Time passes. Am talking to an acquaintance, who happens to be a good looking girl whom I have no romantic interest in, and there you are in the background, again, doing the sexy eyes thing.

Few moments later when I am standing by myself you pass by, without stopping, and me not trying to stop you. I'm not gonna play headgames under the guise of flirting.

Time passes. Now I am talking to a catty blonde and voila. I see you ten centimeters from my face.

Look,

Whoever told you that ignoring me when I am not busy, when I would enjoy your company, and then jumping all over me I am busy, will make me want you more, LIED.

Whoever told you that you flirting with other men in the meantime would make me want you more, LIED

What it does, you just shoot yourself in your own foot.

Whoever told you that since you were not affected by me leaving with other girls on at least two instances when you were around, and as far as I know,  even got more attracted to me; that I need to do the same, LIED

I am not a woman. I do not get attracted when I see other men being attracted to you. That is a God given thing. I am not a woman. I do not get attracted when I see you manage to go home with other men. Unlike it is for men, for women it really is no big feat. Would you be praising a man managing to buy alcohol in the alcohol shop, a woman buying a donut in the donut shop, a dog eating the food in the bowl? A monkey smelling his own ass? I thought so.

Whoever told you that men and women respond in the same way to similar stimulus, LIED

Whoever told you that because you responded in some way, I have to respond in the same way, LIED. You may feel I have to. You are free to have feelings.

That you get more interested in me when I have good looking women with me, is of no interest to me. I wanted to talk with you, you ran. You do that three times, only to come back and misbehave by disturbing my chat with another woman, and you are cut loose. Dissed and ignored.

I know I am maybe asking to much from a young woman who is the epicenter of attention, but I also have fuses that blow into ignorance.

One, I have no interest in playing headgames with women, model like looks do not change that,

Two, the more I see you entertained by other men, the more I see your general availability;... that does not make you a diamond, it makes you coal.

I know it is not your fault, your looks, men falling all over you, free dinners, and then the lies of the Cosmopolitan filth, are big part of the cause.

My motto:

Reciprocate, or get put on ice.

Part of the "My way or the highway" chapter in my book.

Can you learn it? Maybe, I will give it one try.

But I am past the point of teaching manners.

Angry? No

Sad? Yes

Sympathy? Yes.

Solution? Demotion. Having sympathy while demoting.
But demoting with no remorse.

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Flirting is not a one way street.

It is a pleasuring, fun, exciting tennis match. Two sides playing, two sides entertained. One me. One you. One me. One you, and so on.

And I have no interest in being the stupid tennis ball machine non-stop shooting balls into the sea, which swallows them

If you ask me to be a machine, shooting balls at you, you not returning them; then I will be shooting the balls all over the place, at least some will be returned.

In this context, damn.

You chose to do that

I saw you were leaving, so I walked up to you.

You looked at me with hatred and anger in your eyes. And the beginning of teadrops.

You were leaving with your friend, and two guys you apparently know.

From my knowledge of the environment, and from my observations about your interaction with the two- even if you were in my back, and you never noticed me noticing that, even kicking me in the process- I assumed you knew him from the past, intimately, and you were going to get very intimate with him.

So, you knew you were going to get shagged, it was in your eyes, and I knew it was only because I ignored you whole night. So in your eyes there was blame. Blaming me for your inability to keep your legs shut for more than 24 hours. Edit: I have to admit, it breaks my heart to now remember the look in your eyes. But you followed him nevertheless. Won't help you with that.

I ignored you because you misbehaved. Story above. You knew you misbehaved.

And I ain't here to train a woman who can't keep the shop closed for a day. I will shop, but not teach.

The only thing you managed to do that night was to relegate yourself to become another woman I will have to let go after few more shags.

A woman tells me what she is good for, and I respect her wishes.

Though unlike what she thinks, she does not speak through conscious words, it is in the lines in between, and the behavior. Choices.

Do not be angry at me for your choice. You are getting what you wanted, what you worked for, and exactly what you deserve.

And no, a possible future claim of "You ignored me" is not enough for me to be a-ok with you leaving with another man so soon. I do not care how sexually liberated place this is, in my world, this does not happen. I will not live my life wondering where those lips have been.

You not being affected with me leaving with other girls when you are around, even getting more attracted, does not necessitate me doing the same. Upon seeing me active,  you choose to like it, a lot; upon seeing you active, I choose to forget about all the good time we had, without a second thought. Freedom of choice. My feelings, my choice.My world, my choice.

It is not even a choice. It is deep in the guts. Yes, I am not effing civilized. The civilized men out there are raising other men's kids, betraying their whole line of ancestors. I'll be a caveman, if that is the way to respect my strong line of ancestors. Ugh.

I feel no anger. I am saddened, as I was quite fond of you. Young and relatively innocent, you had touched some happy nerves in me. But, got to let you go. Soon.

The fallout of the sexual revolution

I have a friend who one day told me "Thanks God we had the sexual revolution"

For what? I had thought. At that time he had been jerking off for years, with a few drunken lays in between. Few, meaning no more than three. In few years, few meaning more than three.

And there I was, at that time a speedy little f#¤ker, swearing at the sexual revolution.

I remembered this story when I could formulate what I mean by my dislike for the sexual revolution.

Sexual revolution, yeeeeeay.

What did it do?

It did this.

Girl, I am having good time with, I am treating well, I am giving pleasure to, but I am not promised to. She's young, and I am not in the place where I will buy a cow, when the milk is free. And I will not buy the cow, when her milk was free before I entered the scene.

Even if this is mentioned in another story, I will tackle the issue from a different point, so bear with me.

After being with me for a whole night, where in the morning she had trouble walking, she left the bar with a man, not 24 hours after we had our lateral rodeo.

I have lived here long enough, and I know her and people well enough to know that there is a almost sure possibility of her having shagged that man. Not my problem in the sense that I am not promised to her. So she is free.

Not 190 hours after having been entertained by two different men, she takes another man home.

Now, that is 8 days, 3 men.

I will not even bother expanding that to a year.

I thank the men who invented the condom, at least I know I will not be digging in that pool of man juice without a diving suit.

But what did that do?

I mean it is a free country.

It is a free society.

Women can do what men do. (In that case, do like the big majority of men do, jerk off) In this case, men is the creme de la creme of men, not more than 1 in 10, as the rest is invisible to them, till the clock starts going tik-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc

It is a free society.

And as she is free to do whomever she wants, whenever she wants, as often as she wants,

I am free to declare that she is in the category of Pump-and-dump.

Even more accurate,

She got herself to be in the category,

"Invite for a pump, kiss only if you smell toothpaste, and dump" Rinse, repeat.

Why I would pump her? Cause I got a durex diving suit, and she is damn gorgeous.

Though I am considering of buying a full latex protection suit  in the near future.

 

Joking aside, the sexual revolution created such a state that a man thinks twice before kissing a woman.

A woman not worthy of dating. A woman worthy only for the satisfaction of the most primal urge. And that, without kissing.

Sometimes I think about butterflies happily swimming in piss.

Sexual revolution.

The fastest way to the devaluation of the woman, sexuality, and her company.

And I think about the men who got screwed by the sexual revolution, who will one day pick up the leftovers.

I take comfort in the fact that up to now, I have been a prime benefactor of the revolution, a revolution that would happen if I wanted it or not. Being in the revolution makes you see what the rebels, revolutionistas really are.

They are something you'd think twice before kissing. 

Before I finish, let me just remind you that, someone, sometime, not knowing what I know, will beg her to marry him.

So I guess for the blue pill addicts, all is well.

Improving yourself is not a sin, dammit

You told me two things, in different times.

"Dude I don't want to get pumped up"

And

"Dude I do not want women who want me for my body"

For the first sentence, it will take you at least a full year to get your body in some shape, before you can talk about a risk of getting all pumped up. Do not underestimate the effort guys like me (happily and enjoyingly) put into being fit and athletic.

To the second sentence,

What do you think?

The woman that you would be attracted to you would respect you more because you do not want to present her with a body she will happily glide her fingers over?

It is not about wanting a woman to want you only for your body, it is about respecting the woman you will be with. Short term or long term.

She is giving you her body, the least you could do is take care of those love handles.

No, you will not get all pumped up like Arnold in two months,

And yes, there is nothing bad in her wanting you for your body only. Anyway, unless you find a complete virgin (anal, oral, hand etc and regular), believe me, there will be someone who's gotten her favors only due to his body; he definitely is not somewhere in the corner crying because he was used.

See it like this.

You are entering a 400 meter dash. Even if I prefer barefoot, would it not make sense running it with the best equipment available, not a winter coat and flip flops?

Or in other words,

Which of these would have a chance of finishing a race, let alone win it?

Or, this guy?

Allright, the first guy may indeed finish a race; after the whole gang of runners, some walkers, some jumpers, few rabbits, maybe a zebra or two have passed the line.

Willingly handicapping yourself in a way that does not fit the handicapped peacock principle is simply stated;

STUPID

Now shut up'n gimme twen'y.

Women have been lied to. 30 is not 20

There is so much material for "Women have been lied to." series, it is ridiculous.

I saw her on her birthday, now she is 27. She is a good friend of mine, and as women come, she is as good as it gets. Attractive girl, and decent.

And she is the prime example of women who have been lied to.

"Happy birthday!!"

"Thanks"

"Getting older, huh?"

"Yep"

"25?"

"27"

"Well preserved"

"Well, thanks"

"No boyfriend in sight?"

"No, I want to wait. "

"But you want kids"

"Yes"

"Then do not wait"

"I got time till 30"

"No, you got no time till 30"

"I do, I will not start looking till I am 30"

"Nope. Best case, you find the guy by thirty, take your time getting to know him, get married, and then start the baby making process... Way too late"

"No"

"Yes."

I did not have the heart to tell her that the man she can find now, at the start of 27 is a few levels better prospect than the one she will manage to snag after she starts looking for one when she turns 30.

What is so bad in finding a man when you are young? When you have your youth and energy to offer to a man? When he can bond so strongly that it lasts a lifetime. At least has more chance to.

Women have been told that men like confidence, men like intelligence, men like challenge, men like a woman who has experience in life.

Maybe we do, but only after the youth and beauty condition is satisfied. Add to it perceived purity.And even then, the above are things we need to stand, not things we will necessarily cherish.

So she is now wasting one of her most valuable assets, because she has been lied to and no one put her straight. I tried, maybe I should have done it in the heartless way, thinking of her good, but sometimes you do not do the right thing.

Expected youth is relative, depends on the age of the guy, also I know some very hot over 25 women, depends on the woman too, but exceptions do not prove the rule wrong.

One friend likes this calculation: Man's age divided by two plus three; though I would not be so harsh myself. And yes, I can attest to the truth in his statement.

For a man wanting to start a family, meeting a woman when she is 30 is no good. And it is as simple as that.

Ah well, yea I know I am not a real man; I cannot handle a strong woman.

Our sad state. This NAWALT nowadays is one of the best bets

If I say, "She is not a NAWALT", what would that mean?

That she is the woman who is the one that says "Not all women are like that" meaning she is not like that.

Or

That she is the woman that makes the women "Not all women are like that", meaning she is that.

Maybe some native speaker could clarify?

Why this story?

A friend today asked about my weekend, and I recited one of the stories from that night to him,

He immediately was "Man, don't talk anymore, NAWALT"

I agree. NAWALT. But like I said somewhere else, MAMWALT, More And More Women....

Below is a good case of a woman who is not like that, she is (not?; check above) a NAWALT.

Looks? Check.

Flirting? Check.

Cute? Double check

Feminine? Hell yea

Faithful to her friends? Yes.

Does not shag any asshole? Yes (at least she needs time. Proven)

Slow to bed? Yes

Date material if one would be so inclined? Definitely

Innocence, cuteness, sexiness and damn lot of sensuality? Yes.

This is a woman, after talking to her a man would go from "Damn I want to bed her" to "This is too good to be true". I admit, I almost fell for it.

So where is the catch?

The catch-22 is that this catch has no problem going on a date with a guy who has a girlfriend.

Of course it is rationalized; his relationship is shaky. And she knows him from before, and they never had sex.

Guy with girlfriend dating other women; bad bet? Apparently it does not matter for our female catch.

This, my friends is the sad state of "Dude, NAWALT".

If you assume NAWALT, you will be disappointed, as yes, most women, this way or that way, to some degree, are like that. It is the estrogen,

You want a woman not like that? Totally unlike that? Go date a transvestite. You get the boobs without the estrogen.

So, you ask me, is this not too personal? It his her private business.

It is.

Except two people, no one knows who she is, even my close friends,

And I think I can be forgiven if I said that I have tried to get her to meet me, as I do think she is a good woman I can spend some uncommitted time with. Edit: And I did meet again, and will get her to meet me again. Obsession, you can call it that.

I will try again, after a break, since I know she is attracted, but our mutual "friends" trigger her "I am a good friend" nerve. They also trigger her "I heard about him" nerve; not all is lost.

But yea, NAWALT.

Just keep your ears and eyes open. That can mean your destruction.

And now I go write her a mail, I am free tomorrow, and I would like her to join me in this artsy bar.

I am not easy... Really?

Third week of flirting.

Some messages sent by me, got me the "Creepy" label. I took pride in that label.

Saw her in the bar, said hi, moved on.

Somehow ended up talking with her later in the night, and she is on a full frontal flirt attack with her fingers, while teasing me with her words.

The body always speaks louder.

Her hands are out of control, but otherwise she is behaving. This takes one and a half hours, a time during which I enjoyed myself.

So we leave the bar, she knows I am a "hopeless case", I had told her not to try to change me, or something like that. Leaving the bar, I let some other opportunity pass by with another girl, that I should not have, but alcohol impairs judgement, even at low levels of being under the influence,

So we're leaving, and it is not clear where we will end up.

She asks

"Does your soul need saving"

"Nope"

"Really?"

"Well if you wanna try, go ahead"

She takes off her gloves and says,

"Then I take my gloves off"

"Here, take mine" (Due to previous interactions, was not interested in holding hands or playing to some tune she sings; even though this eve was fun)

We are walking, in a direction which is my direction, her friends in front of us, so destination is still on the bargain.

"Where are we going" she asks,

"You're joining me. That would make me happy" HEADSLAP (awareness, man awareness. Stupid me)

"Really?"

"You too" TRIPLE HEADSLAP

"I am not easy, you know"

SHATTERED GLASS

"I am not easy"????????

Girl,

"I am not easy" means one thing, (in context with previous interactions),

"I am not easy to you, to others, different story"

Seriously,

Eff off.

You know what just happened?

I turned IMPOSSIBLE, except for a well timed Pump'n'Dump. Hell, even the possibility of you becoming a booty call is questionable right now.

Had you said,

"I am not ready"

"I need to get to know you"

"I do not want my friends to see"

"It is too early"

I would take it, and not think much of it, as these can be more sincere, more believable, and you had showed genuine interest and were clearly enjoying the time we had. It was clear, you wanted more than just scratching my chiseled sides.

"I am not easy"

What the f¤%k do you think I am? A sheep shagging man whore? You're doing me a favor by sexing me? Come on? Reality check please.

"I am not easy"

What you did, was to take the interaction away from "She's fun, let's get to know her, if she's no psycho, have some sexual pleasure together" to the challenge of "We'll see who is easy/we'll see who is not easy"

"I am not easy"

And I just turned impossible.

The wet kisses on my cheeks do not rescue the situation.

Now, any guess on why you have not heard, and will not hear from me?

Of course I will be "friendly" with you when I see you again. But the terms have been set.

- The creep