Young Juan
Senior Don Juan
So, I have little recollection on how this dawned on me (alcohol was involved) but I finally understand why women consciously and/or unconsciously give men sh!t tests.
In a nutshell, its basically a girl saying (once again consciously or unconsciously) "this man seems strong, let me make sure." My definition of strong is strength of will, character, and ambition. I'm not going to write a long post about what those terms mean because will and ambition are self explanatory and strength of character is basically being yourself, so it differs by man.
A recent **** test from just last night: chick begs me to come meet her out via text for hours. We had been kicking it earlier on in the night and she always wants me when she drunk, but hates herself for wanting me cuz she know I won't wife her. Thinking through it, I think she basically wants to tease me but then hates herself when she realizes she's given me what I want.
Long story short, I meet her out, we end up having drinks, make out, we go to a club, she wants to dance. I don't really wanna dance but I half ass dance anyways. In retrospect, I didn't wanna dance, I shouldn't have danced. The night went downhill from there. This was at a Casino/Nightclub. We leave the club on her whim and next thing I know I'm in follower mode. Follower mode is no longer being a leader, the fastest way to weakness/boringness. When I finally go back to leader mode, after showing weakness, she's pissy and basically doesn't believe the strength anymore. She gets disrespectful. At this point, I could've tried to argue it out, try to ask her questions and understand her, try to calm her down, etc. I decided to leave her too drunk to drive her own car ass where she stood with her dead phone and a peace.
I wouldn't let my homeboy disrespect me like that, no way I'm letting a pair of tits get away with that.
Soft me would've never done that. Nice guy me would've taken the disrespect and tried to come to an understand and appease her. Soft me would've thought what I did last night was soooo disrespectful, etc.
How does the story end? Like clockwork, with an early morning text begging me to call her to talk about what happened. I call her, she apologizes. I move on, end of story.
The moral? When it comes to chicks, do what you feel like doing, but only what you feel like doing. It's not jerks vs. nice guys, it's strong guys vs. weak guys. Stay strong, hold your course, and the chicks will weed themselves out.
Lost my train of thought somewhere in there and I'm too tired to edit. Will answer and refine if need be
In a nutshell, its basically a girl saying (once again consciously or unconsciously) "this man seems strong, let me make sure." My definition of strong is strength of will, character, and ambition. I'm not going to write a long post about what those terms mean because will and ambition are self explanatory and strength of character is basically being yourself, so it differs by man.
A recent **** test from just last night: chick begs me to come meet her out via text for hours. We had been kicking it earlier on in the night and she always wants me when she drunk, but hates herself for wanting me cuz she know I won't wife her. Thinking through it, I think she basically wants to tease me but then hates herself when she realizes she's given me what I want.
Long story short, I meet her out, we end up having drinks, make out, we go to a club, she wants to dance. I don't really wanna dance but I half ass dance anyways. In retrospect, I didn't wanna dance, I shouldn't have danced. The night went downhill from there. This was at a Casino/Nightclub. We leave the club on her whim and next thing I know I'm in follower mode. Follower mode is no longer being a leader, the fastest way to weakness/boringness. When I finally go back to leader mode, after showing weakness, she's pissy and basically doesn't believe the strength anymore. She gets disrespectful. At this point, I could've tried to argue it out, try to ask her questions and understand her, try to calm her down, etc. I decided to leave her too drunk to drive her own car ass where she stood with her dead phone and a peace.
I wouldn't let my homeboy disrespect me like that, no way I'm letting a pair of tits get away with that.
Soft me would've never done that. Nice guy me would've taken the disrespect and tried to come to an understand and appease her. Soft me would've thought what I did last night was soooo disrespectful, etc.
How does the story end? Like clockwork, with an early morning text begging me to call her to talk about what happened. I call her, she apologizes. I move on, end of story.
The moral? When it comes to chicks, do what you feel like doing, but only what you feel like doing. It's not jerks vs. nice guys, it's strong guys vs. weak guys. Stay strong, hold your course, and the chicks will weed themselves out.
Lost my train of thought somewhere in there and I'm too tired to edit. Will answer and refine if need be