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Assuming a Woman's Time
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Assuming a Woman's Time I like to stroke ego's. I love making a woman blush or turning a potential tongue lashing into an assessing smile. "Who is this guy?" or "That was really sweet..." I know it may not look like it but my life has been interesting. I have been extremely lucky. Until marriage a few years ago, I have lived in, almost , the full flush of women. Almost. I'm a man and I have a huge ego. It was gifted to me. I did not develop it nor did I cultivate it. Again, I know it may not look like it but I have had a very interesting life. I learned as a kindergartner that women love compliments. I would tell every girl I saw how pretty they were and if they were indeed princesses. Their reactions were priceless. They would shriek and run off towards their friends pointing and giggling. Some would yell "ewwww". One girl kissed me on the cheek. In middle school, I got into the terrible habit of slapping girls asses as I ran to class-always late. I would flash a smile over my shoulder half expecting a book or back pack to the nose, instead smiles...? The girls I did this to were normal girls as far as I could tell. I thought they were attractive and apparently they appreciated it. This was in the mid nineties. During this time I found school to be inconsistent with a budding career in gangbanging, but I decided to stay in school where my new status as "being down" earned me a lot of positive (relatively positive) attention. In high school I never had trouble getting a girlfriend. To me that meant two months of sex-an argument and a "breakup". I actually met my wife in high school. She was catholic and wouldn't let me see any parts of the pussy. I wasn't upset. I gently broke it off with her and pursued other options. This lead to us meeting down the road. She thanked me for not pressuring her to have sex and that added comfort in our relationship eventually led to matrimony. In high school I learned more of course about the opposite sex. I saw other guys my age crash and burn repeatedly. Nice guys were friendzoned left and right. The jerks (I tried to be half jerk, half nice guy) got laid. I noticed that women love attention. Women crave it...they need it...they may actually disappear, phase out of existence, if you don't pay them enough attention. Show too much and you will get on her damn nerves. Show too little and she will find a new source. That's the catch. Getting a woman's attention should a deliberate thing or a side effect of one accomplishments. One or the other. Attempting to gain a woman's attention by befriending them will definitely work but it may not be the attention you are looking for. Okay...I see us as super animals. Intelligent mammals capable of thought and reason. But animals. animales. Replete with biological process, dimorphic for the reason of being able to procreate. There are natural triggers that can be utilized to stimulate women where it matters FIRST not MOST. One of those triggers is assuming her time. Most men approach women when they feel worthy of that woman's time. Women in pajamas or sweats in public (dressed down) women would likely be approached because she's dressed down. The man feels confident in taking this woman's time for a chat because he feels he would be worth her time. When a man sees a woman who's made up to the nine's, hair<b> whipped </font></b>and styled up, smelling like a magical sex goddess, tight little dress on he will hesitate to approach her because her time looks expensive. Meaning he may not be worth her time. Women see this the opposite way right? Approaching a dressed down woman will likely piss her off. She was not ready to present herself to a potential mate or partner. Ever see a lion try to get some when the lioness wasn't ready? The reaction is natural. She sneers and turns around to pay for her tampons and preparation H leaving you feeling like a fool. When she is made up and feels sexy the compliments and conversation actually goes smoother. She is more relaxed and confident. There's a start.  |
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