Well the guy did only ever date prostitutes, so perhaps he was basing his judgment on that? so from his experienceā¦
I donāt know why some women go after married menā¦ itās something Iāve never understood.
Women can fight and argue over men and popularity all they wantā¦ not all partake in that kinda gameā¦ itās not all, or any, fun.
Friends arenāt happy for you if you attract the eligible males or males more eligible than they attract, but itās alright when they doā¦ Iām sure the same may apply to males?
Honestly us men are just happy or content to have some poon to pound before falling asleep at night and then having that same poon making us breakfast in the morning where afterwards pounding the snatch once again before going to work. Men are easily made happy in contrast to women, or at least I am anyways.
Rare are the women and men who stay in their right mind when desire announces itself.
Married men emanate the evident power of having been able to attract a life-mate. Biology is programmed to select for such clues.
Reason is overruled by lust, which is the strong arm of that more ancient reason, to get ones DNA perpetuated.
Our DNA is doing most of our thinking. Our brain is the engine, not the idea-generator.
ā¦a typical man, then? Nothing wrong with that setup, if all involved are content with it, and thatās what matters mostā¦ what setup is preferable, at that time, as it might change over time when that setup stops serving itās initial purpose.
Yeahā¦ they marry young, in their early to mid-20s, and then make like their available when the drudgery and boredom of their marriage sets inā¦ thatās not to say theyāve stopped loving their wife, but that they want to experience the newness of a relationship again. Hey, if it works for someā¦
She only loves me for my money, occupation, social influence, property, bank account, and wallet, she calls this sexual usury love or romance. I bend her over on the bed and slide a credit card between her legs, in her wet hole I make my biological deposit within financial exchange where her internal lubricant greases my ball sack on the bed. She tells me that sheāll love me no matter what but I know this is untrue upon becoming financially bankrupt.
Iām out of cash on hand where I need to go to the local ATM machine for the vaginal promise land.
Come on baby, take me to the vaginal promise land, look here, I have ample amounts of abundant cash on hand!
Am I financially solvent enough for you, hereās my yearly income statement as proof!
I see the dollar signs in her eyes and that is the only way I can get access between her thighs. I pull up a credit card key pad and hook it up to her clitoris, as I push the buttons it stimulates upon climax.
I want to slap her on the ass but she says that I must be of a very particular specific socio-economic class.
I want her to like me for just being me, but she keeps insisting how love or romance is not free proclaiming that I must pay an adequate sized fee.
Come on baby, Iām just looking for some warmth all alone here by myself, why does it always have to come down to economic individual self worth?
Upon bending her naked body and ass over the bed as I cop a feel on her breasts, she turned around to me with a smile happily, āMy love is not free for it is only to rent and own with additional fees. I accept Mastercard, VISA, travelerās checks, cash, and Bitcoin. If I should ever become impregnated by you I fully expect a diamond ring on my finger per sexual contract and with the children I will own the household as I linger.ā
I felt like I was buying livestock or a stubborn mule ass as part of the sexual financial negotiations, but in the end I just wanted to get my dick wet. Having an understanding of each other holding her naked ass with both of my hands with the sexual contract in mind I was all set.
As the sexual intercourse proceeded she kept yelling moaning out upon orgasming, love me, love me! All I could think to myself is that with this hooker or prostitute overtime there will be an endless amount of additional fees.
Upon reflection of future marriage with this prostitute I am merely buying, financially completing, and purchasing the final deed of sexual property which she could end randomly at any time. Why canāt I afford her physical and mental affections on a basic dime!?
Well, thereās the female mirror image summation of all men, focusing on their just wanting pussy and submissive servants and beautiful arm candy.
You both need to recognize that your habits and unresolved issues keep drawing you to people who reinforce your ideas of the opposite sex.
I mean, I find most people not interesting enough to spend time with. Too normal. Habit-like, plastic.
But the feminists who see only men in the mirror box to which you see women
and you
have limited experience you are making rules out of.
IOW poor science, and poor intuition and running on your imprinting.
You present yourself, both sides, as more or less content to sit in your judgment and hatred.
It takes real courage to admit, at least to yourself, your own heart break.
If you havenāt learned anything from empty headed daddies running things out there, it should at least be thisā¦pretending you donāt care hasnāt done anyone any good.
Darkā¦darkā¦and partly correct.
Love and romance existā¦but not in the way theyāve been marketed.
Love, is lust, between male and female, and agape when between friends.
Romance is for girlsā¦a way of justifying their submission to lust. Flirting is a negotiation, as someone smarter than me said.
German Romanticism includes Schopenhauer, and Nietzscheā¦ironically explaining his appeal among young males that refuse to grow up.
The prose. So beautiful. The psychological isnightsā¦so feminine.
Like me.
Everybody tryna get love and appreciation for who they really are, but you donāt even fucking know who you are.
Thereās nothing in there.
Echooooā¦ oo oo ā¦ oooā¦ ā¦ throws rock listens
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TONK
I see youāre skipping that whole āoh, do I know you??ā part of the process this time.
It is good to see people evolve, even in their old, old age.
Anyway, I am not dancing. Just tapping to the beat.
Watch out folks, we got an old girl coming in the thread full of piss and vinegar. Be careful as she is ferocious and dangerous where she might bite your ankle off.
Iām very connected to myself knowing who I am, I assure you Iām indeed not suffering from an identity crisis despite what the recent yahoos might be saying.