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Originally Posted by cdn2wheeler  Funny, I don't see that in this article at all. |
Oh, I do. Has one of my exes written all over it, although he used to ineloquently phrase it as, "Bitches ain't nothing but grief." At least, the first part of the article is about bitches bein' nothin' but grief.
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Originally Posted by cdn2wheeler What I see is yet-another stab at the age-old question, "What do women want?"
Even Freud couldn't figure it out. Not surprising, maybe, because women - like men - are individuals. What they want changes, sometimes minute to minute, based on their own personalities, the things that drive them, their environment and all the rest. |
Agreed, but there's a general outline to what most women want. Most of us are heterosexual women who want to feel protected, nurtured, AND excited. (This just has ass pain written all over it, doesn't it?)
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Originally Posted by cdn2wheeler I will admit, though, that I get exasperated sometimes with the moving target. More than once it's happened to me that being the "nice guy," doing and saying all the "right things" (at least, the right things according to some women - you know, the basic stuff like honour, respect, honesty and all the rest) gets one relegated to the heap of broken hearts when the woman in question decides she wants the "bad boy" after all. And, true to form, she gets damaged in the process, then whines that she can never find any good men. |
That's the fault of the woman. Nothing to do with you, babe.
I admit, I am very happy I don't date a perfect man. Slamhot bought me stripper heels and clothes as a present. Not Vic's Secret. Stripper clothes, from Prevues of Sacramento, where trannies and strippers shop. Then he asked me if I'd wear it to a gig. I looked at the six inch white heels, pleather micro mini, bra top, and thong, and said, "Sure." Know why? Me neither!
Sure, I could have a traditional boyfriend who got me flowers and chocolates, but what the hell would I do with those? Put them on a shelf and look at them? And there's nothing quite like being asked by people who hadn't seen him in years if I was a paid date.
(I said yes, because I'm evil.)
This is not to say he's not incredibly romantic or that he doesn't get me some wonderful things, both tangible and intangible, but the strangeness simply adds to the allure.
