pompeii
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Joined: 1/4/2007 From: Silicon Valley, San Jose, California Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: absolutchocolat I literally can walk into the neighborhood bar showing leg and cleavage, and have a guaranteed lay at the end of the night. I don't disagree one bit with what you said above! Let's take that bar scene from "my" perspective (having already discussed being forced to "play the coy game" ever since I was a little boy who, let's keep in mind, just wanted sex and lots of it - every second of the day - if it were possible). From my perspective (remember, I just want sex), I'm sitting at that same bar that you just walked into. Every guy in the bar notices you. Well, they notice the leg and cleavage, but rest assured, every inch of your body has been analyzed within 14 seconds of your arrival announcement, whether that announcement took the form of following some other guy's gaze, or the click of your high heels, or the waft of your perfume drifting over to our noses - 'something' announced your arrival, and, true to form, EVERY single guy in that bar noticed you. Now here's the problem (from my perspective). There are 50 guys in that bar, and only, oh, say, 10 women (that's about the ratio most of the time). Of those 10 women, there are about 30 guys (give or take) already crowded around them. No predator prefers the hard prey. It would be rather difficult to pry any of those 10 women away from those 30 guys - but then - Lord of gifts - YOU just walked in the door. Alone! Yes Alone! No guy jealously guarding you. No momma in tow. No bodyguard waiting at the door. Just little old you. And, my Lord, you're wearing that form-fitting dress, with oh so lovely cleavage, and nice buns to boot! OK. You've set the fish on the bait. I start up off my stool, knowing full well that to wait, is to lose. Unbeknownst to me, two other guys got up (although 40 were thinking of doing so), and, now, I assess myself against those two other guys. This is key. Are they wimps? Or does one of them look like a football player with a Ferrari waiting outside. Again, no predator wants a tough fight. The only predator that can afford a tough fight day after day is a very tough predator. Let's say, for argument's sake, that I AM THAT TOUGH PREDATOR. I keep walking. Now it's me against HIM. He's tough, confident, erudite, handsome, tall, funny, wealthy, well traveled, single, and gregarious. Me? I'm tough, confident, erudite, handsome, funny, wealthy, well traveled, single, and gregarious. I lose. Guess why? I'm 5'9", he's 6'3". Why did I lose? Women often prefer men based on physical size (it has been proven time and time again, at least for INITIAL filters). I lose. I walk away. (Or scheme to get to her by another way - but not this time - not this day.) We must take an aside in our story - because I, being an intelligent predator, have already assessed the situation - and have decided the COMPETITION (never ever forget this line) is too great at the moment, so, I adroitly execute a deft left turn toward the men's room as the football player intercepted you almost in front of my eyes. I lost to the competition. That's what happens because men multiply their presence on forums, and, while they'll all want sex, they must play the game (the men are the ones with the money & power) that the women want them to play (they're the ones with the sexy body) or they lose. There is ALWAYS another man ready to have sex with this woman. Always! And 10 more waiting outside in line to get in the door! NOTE: This story could have taken any number of twists - so I only chose this outcome to underscore the point. Here is a humorous one, where WOMEN learn to play the man's game at being insistent on delivering COY SIGNALS that match a man's needs! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_0afWepgRI
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