TitaniumFireBEAR
Don Juan
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This might be a post of advice. It might be a post about relating to one another. I'm not really totally sure...so I will let the life blood of what I say (type) pour out and see where it takes me. I'm more interested in the unique perspectives available on this forum. So by all means, suggest away at your leisure.
Jaded. That's the mood I have, or have had, for awhile now toward women. Why?
As much as the "journey" of such confidence and intermediate mastery (oxymoron?) has been enjoyable, it has also been raught with it's set backs as well. Set backs that almost leave me, well Jaded, by the endless of pursuit of women.
It's as if I want to find the highest mountain top and sing a song dubbed "Where have all the Good Cowgirls gone?" [By the way, it's still in the making...] I have to ask...if we as men...place a large focus on being "hosts", and DJ's, where are our opposites? Where are the women, and who are the women, who do the same things?
What brought this on? Let's just say a series of dates and seemingly endless encounters that brought nothing more than short-term gains, which then begged the questions "WHY" ? After meeting a few too many women who embodied the shell of beauty, but lacking the core, I have to ask...where are such people like us?
I have a friend who, at 25, needs no advice to be a DJ, he is one. Born and bred as such. His 22 year old Ecuadorian fiance up and took off just last week, with his BMW and all. He finds out only days later that she blows the engine to the tune of $14,000, cleared his bank accounts buying goodies for the wedding and herself, and jets to the security and cover of her family, who through her manipulation, has turned on him quicker than a rabid dog on its owner. This kid, my good friend, is the kind of guy who strippers ask to hook up when they're done their deed. Many times, I play wingman to the 8's and 9's their friends bring. What for, though?
Where's the girls who take an active interest in life? In reading? In art? In the pursuit of pleasures not so sinful and disdainful? That enable a woman to talk, and seduce, to attract, and love? Not the mushy romance stuff, but the love of humanity for the sake of being human? Is it too idealistic a view...or is this where you find a lifelong partner, if that's EVEN possible these days? Is this where a man find's his back against a wall and finally seeks to break free of his bonds? Is this the blue versus red pill incident, where the grasp on humanity or complete avoidance of reality is accepted or rejected?
Is this where and how a man realizes 'the one' does or does not exist? That a life of merely pursuing women yields nothing more than an empty wallet and a beaten heart? Past Gf's and dates were fun, but as young women and young love goes...it's fast and quick.
There's more to come...but...as a DJ, as a man...I'm little disheatened at the slew of burned relationships and encounters that haven't quite yielded the expected 'return'.
Ciao,
B.E.A.R.
Jaded. That's the mood I have, or have had, for awhile now toward women. Why?
As much as the "journey" of such confidence and intermediate mastery (oxymoron?) has been enjoyable, it has also been raught with it's set backs as well. Set backs that almost leave me, well Jaded, by the endless of pursuit of women.
It's as if I want to find the highest mountain top and sing a song dubbed "Where have all the Good Cowgirls gone?" [By the way, it's still in the making...] I have to ask...if we as men...place a large focus on being "hosts", and DJ's, where are our opposites? Where are the women, and who are the women, who do the same things?
What brought this on? Let's just say a series of dates and seemingly endless encounters that brought nothing more than short-term gains, which then begged the questions "WHY" ? After meeting a few too many women who embodied the shell of beauty, but lacking the core, I have to ask...where are such people like us?
I have a friend who, at 25, needs no advice to be a DJ, he is one. Born and bred as such. His 22 year old Ecuadorian fiance up and took off just last week, with his BMW and all. He finds out only days later that she blows the engine to the tune of $14,000, cleared his bank accounts buying goodies for the wedding and herself, and jets to the security and cover of her family, who through her manipulation, has turned on him quicker than a rabid dog on its owner. This kid, my good friend, is the kind of guy who strippers ask to hook up when they're done their deed. Many times, I play wingman to the 8's and 9's their friends bring. What for, though?
Where's the girls who take an active interest in life? In reading? In art? In the pursuit of pleasures not so sinful and disdainful? That enable a woman to talk, and seduce, to attract, and love? Not the mushy romance stuff, but the love of humanity for the sake of being human? Is it too idealistic a view...or is this where you find a lifelong partner, if that's EVEN possible these days? Is this where a man find's his back against a wall and finally seeks to break free of his bonds? Is this the blue versus red pill incident, where the grasp on humanity or complete avoidance of reality is accepted or rejected?
Is this where and how a man realizes 'the one' does or does not exist? That a life of merely pursuing women yields nothing more than an empty wallet and a beaten heart? Past Gf's and dates were fun, but as young women and young love goes...it's fast and quick.
There's more to come...but...as a DJ, as a man...I'm little disheatened at the slew of burned relationships and encounters that haven't quite yielded the expected 'return'.
Ciao,
B.E.A.R.