Attention wh0re. Gold digger. These are terms we men have come to know most usually through bad experiences. Most of us have been dumped and tossed aside by one of these women, and many of men come out of it with bitter opinions of the bunch. What you may not be aware of is the power men have over this anomaly. How easy it is for men, collectively, to turn these women so free with options into humble little b-tches willing to second guess their own strategy with the next man they meet.
Let me lay out a specific setting to give a example. Tonight I had greeted woman casually and light heartily, as I usually do. Right off of the bat we had a very humorous and sarcastic conversation. I jokingly told her that I was mentally retarded, drooled and often liked to wear a tutu. Of course, she played along, and for several minutes we had quite a few laughs.
Eventually, the novelty of the approach faded and we began to discuss more serious things. She had asked me specifically, "Besides being a smart ass, what else do you have going for you?". I replied with the usual, normal BS. Good job, independent, not a desperate clinger, several long term friendships with women (to show I was capable of it) and so forth. Honestly, the question itself seemed somewhat archaic to me and I asked if she wanted to know something specific.
She replied, "Yeah, what do you do at your 'good job'? (quoted on purpose, said as if I didn't actually have a good job) and the difference between clinger and desperate clinger would be? And could you give me directions to six flags?"
My response? "Well, I monitor two story chemical reactors for the specialities division of a global petro company based out of France. We supply many of the raw materials that companies like Boeing and GM use in their production processes. At least I think it's a good job. Desperate is an adjective and used to more exemplify clinger. And which six flags specifically? There are several of them."
After I had said this, I could see a gleam in her eyes. Almost as if she knew she hit the jackpot. And it was no surprise to me when she responded, "Oh... I'm not too fussed with which six flags. take your pick!"
That's when I said good night and walked away.
The point here is that this b-tch learned a lesson tonight. She had become so obsessed with eliminating men that once she came across a man that "qualified" with such a test, she was rejected harshly. She was left standing alone. I guarantee you this girl will ease up on her BS the next time she meets a man. What I did tonight will help another fellow man several nights from now. That is the power of men. And men are very capable of achieving this. We are naturally a chummy bunch and can get along fairly well fairly soon. Women are not like this at all.
Band together. That's the bottom line. Don't put up with this BS. Set up the next man in line. That's your job if you don't score it yourself. Always remember that.
Let me lay out a specific setting to give a example. Tonight I had greeted woman casually and light heartily, as I usually do. Right off of the bat we had a very humorous and sarcastic conversation. I jokingly told her that I was mentally retarded, drooled and often liked to wear a tutu. Of course, she played along, and for several minutes we had quite a few laughs.
Eventually, the novelty of the approach faded and we began to discuss more serious things. She had asked me specifically, "Besides being a smart ass, what else do you have going for you?". I replied with the usual, normal BS. Good job, independent, not a desperate clinger, several long term friendships with women (to show I was capable of it) and so forth. Honestly, the question itself seemed somewhat archaic to me and I asked if she wanted to know something specific.
She replied, "Yeah, what do you do at your 'good job'? (quoted on purpose, said as if I didn't actually have a good job) and the difference between clinger and desperate clinger would be? And could you give me directions to six flags?"
My response? "Well, I monitor two story chemical reactors for the specialities division of a global petro company based out of France. We supply many of the raw materials that companies like Boeing and GM use in their production processes. At least I think it's a good job. Desperate is an adjective and used to more exemplify clinger. And which six flags specifically? There are several of them."
After I had said this, I could see a gleam in her eyes. Almost as if she knew she hit the jackpot. And it was no surprise to me when she responded, "Oh... I'm not too fussed with which six flags. take your pick!"
That's when I said good night and walked away.
The point here is that this b-tch learned a lesson tonight. She had become so obsessed with eliminating men that once she came across a man that "qualified" with such a test, she was rejected harshly. She was left standing alone. I guarantee you this girl will ease up on her BS the next time she meets a man. What I did tonight will help another fellow man several nights from now. That is the power of men. And men are very capable of achieving this. We are naturally a chummy bunch and can get along fairly well fairly soon. Women are not like this at all.
Band together. That's the bottom line. Don't put up with this BS. Set up the next man in line. That's your job if you don't score it yourself. Always remember that.
