I was supposed to meet up with my new found friend Susan, however just as I got to where we were to meet, I got a text message from her, telling me she’d be late.
Just so happens that there is this other woman whose name is also Susan. I had never met her before but had seen her around a lot and had made eyes with her several times. When I drove up I had seen her on the sidewalk, we acknowledged each other but said nothing. Now, with an hour or so to kill, she stood just a few yards away. As I walked up, looking directly into her face, she lowered her head, peering through her hair. She held out her hand as if to shake yet more dainty almost as if she expected me to kiss it.
“You’re Potato, aren’t you?”
Her limpish hand resting in mine,
“Yes, and you are Susan?”
“Finally we meet” as she turned back away, again flinging her hair to playfully hide her face.
As we began to talk, to slowly make our way down the sidewalk, she swayed back and forth, speaking in a hushed tone to cause me to come over closer just to hear her; ever careful not to get too close, just teasingly so.
As she spoke she complained of men, they’re selfish, they’re insensitive, they’re devious, blah, blah, blah…. Obviously she thought someone had done her wrong and had to vent, but it was strange; her complaining about men on one hand while on the other hand sending out signals, flirting like there was no tomorrow – as was I, I suppose. Eventually we got to talking about rocks. Turns out that she collects rocks, even made a joke; something about getting one’s rocks off. It really didn’t make sense and she soon discovered her blunder and turned away shyly. I’ve collected rocks all my life and suddenly in the last couple months, this is the third woman who I’ve met who also collects rocks, one being the other Susan.
Eventually the time came when I had to get back to the other Susan. As I mentioned to Susan-2 that I had to go, she insisted that I not leave without a hug. She draped her arms over my shoulders and around my neck pulling her head close to hers as I squeezed her ever tighter, letting her feel my upper body strength with her whispering in my ear how much she wanted it, how much she needs it. (the hug, of course)
Once I had met up with Susan-1, at some point the issue of her being attracted to some guy. With all the negative comments I got in my last thread (since deleted) still in mind I asked her what it is that a guy can do to most attract her. Her answer, quick and firm was that if she was not already attracted, then there is nothing he could do and if she was attracted there was nothing he couldn’t do.
This coincides with my contention all along, that the best way to get a woman is to be the type of man she wants.
Earlier I was hanging out with my friend Molly. I remember when we first got together. After doing little more than sitting and talking, somewhat out of nowhere, she blurted out, “I just knew that if I got to know you that I would love you!”
Likewise with my friend Mary and all the others from my “Day in the life” thread, I just hung out with them and soon enough they liked me very much. That’s the way it’s always worked for me.
Those of you who are so quick to criticize think back to those girls in high school who wouldn’t give you the time of day because they were in love with the football star or whoever. You don’t think it is because those guys somehow had some game, some secret knowledge of women do you. They were as clueless as you. It was because he was the guy that the girl found most attractive, who she could most see herself with.
Before you all start crying that I’m saying only the best looking guys get the girls as not every girls gets not wants the cutest guy. What matters more is fitting in with what she wants out of life, of sharing a lifestyle.
At least half the reason for my success with women, I believe, comes in recognizing and understanding those women with whom I am most compatible. That compatibility being crucial in that often women, women like the two Susan’s here, desire a companion as much as a lover. I suppose that I much like that aspect of women, womanly companionship. It seems to me that all of my lovers should be wonderful companions as well.
BTW These four or five nights, over a two week period with Susan have been pretty exciting but I think that I don’t want to be with her. She has shown signs of possessiveness and has indicated she expects strict monogamy. Last night, as I rubbed up next to her, in my mind I was thinking of Susan-2 and the way she had earlier flirted with me, feigning innocence. And when I ejaculated, it was images of Susan-2 wearing a tight fitting shirt with no bra that was flashing before my eyes.
Early this morning, as I prepared to leave, her refusal to look at me and a sour scowling pout upon her face, for me, pretty much signaled her concession that we are not to be. I went to see Molly who I hadn’t seen for months and she was so happy to see me again. Molly is the type I like, and Susan-2, those who are happy when I’m there, not the ones who get mad when I’m not, like Susan-1.
Just so happens that there is this other woman whose name is also Susan. I had never met her before but had seen her around a lot and had made eyes with her several times. When I drove up I had seen her on the sidewalk, we acknowledged each other but said nothing. Now, with an hour or so to kill, she stood just a few yards away. As I walked up, looking directly into her face, she lowered her head, peering through her hair. She held out her hand as if to shake yet more dainty almost as if she expected me to kiss it.
“You’re Potato, aren’t you?”
Her limpish hand resting in mine,
“Yes, and you are Susan?”
“Finally we meet” as she turned back away, again flinging her hair to playfully hide her face.
As we began to talk, to slowly make our way down the sidewalk, she swayed back and forth, speaking in a hushed tone to cause me to come over closer just to hear her; ever careful not to get too close, just teasingly so.
As she spoke she complained of men, they’re selfish, they’re insensitive, they’re devious, blah, blah, blah…. Obviously she thought someone had done her wrong and had to vent, but it was strange; her complaining about men on one hand while on the other hand sending out signals, flirting like there was no tomorrow – as was I, I suppose. Eventually we got to talking about rocks. Turns out that she collects rocks, even made a joke; something about getting one’s rocks off. It really didn’t make sense and she soon discovered her blunder and turned away shyly. I’ve collected rocks all my life and suddenly in the last couple months, this is the third woman who I’ve met who also collects rocks, one being the other Susan.
Eventually the time came when I had to get back to the other Susan. As I mentioned to Susan-2 that I had to go, she insisted that I not leave without a hug. She draped her arms over my shoulders and around my neck pulling her head close to hers as I squeezed her ever tighter, letting her feel my upper body strength with her whispering in my ear how much she wanted it, how much she needs it. (the hug, of course)
Once I had met up with Susan-1, at some point the issue of her being attracted to some guy. With all the negative comments I got in my last thread (since deleted) still in mind I asked her what it is that a guy can do to most attract her. Her answer, quick and firm was that if she was not already attracted, then there is nothing he could do and if she was attracted there was nothing he couldn’t do.
This coincides with my contention all along, that the best way to get a woman is to be the type of man she wants.
Earlier I was hanging out with my friend Molly. I remember when we first got together. After doing little more than sitting and talking, somewhat out of nowhere, she blurted out, “I just knew that if I got to know you that I would love you!”
Likewise with my friend Mary and all the others from my “Day in the life” thread, I just hung out with them and soon enough they liked me very much. That’s the way it’s always worked for me.
Those of you who are so quick to criticize think back to those girls in high school who wouldn’t give you the time of day because they were in love with the football star or whoever. You don’t think it is because those guys somehow had some game, some secret knowledge of women do you. They were as clueless as you. It was because he was the guy that the girl found most attractive, who she could most see herself with.
Before you all start crying that I’m saying only the best looking guys get the girls as not every girls gets not wants the cutest guy. What matters more is fitting in with what she wants out of life, of sharing a lifestyle.
At least half the reason for my success with women, I believe, comes in recognizing and understanding those women with whom I am most compatible. That compatibility being crucial in that often women, women like the two Susan’s here, desire a companion as much as a lover. I suppose that I much like that aspect of women, womanly companionship. It seems to me that all of my lovers should be wonderful companions as well.
BTW These four or five nights, over a two week period with Susan have been pretty exciting but I think that I don’t want to be with her. She has shown signs of possessiveness and has indicated she expects strict monogamy. Last night, as I rubbed up next to her, in my mind I was thinking of Susan-2 and the way she had earlier flirted with me, feigning innocence. And when I ejaculated, it was images of Susan-2 wearing a tight fitting shirt with no bra that was flashing before my eyes.
Early this morning, as I prepared to leave, her refusal to look at me and a sour scowling pout upon her face, for me, pretty much signaled her concession that we are not to be. I went to see Molly who I hadn’t seen for months and she was so happy to see me again. Molly is the type I like, and Susan-2, those who are happy when I’m there, not the ones who get mad when I’m not, like Susan-1.
