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In my experience, what this means is, "I was willing to settle for you, and I was even working on entrapping you with sex, but this one guy I've been interested in for a while has finally lowered his standards."


The correct answer to this is: Oh, thank God, I was afraid you were gonna get serious on me, and didn't want to disappoint you. What do you say we do the friends with benefits thing and maybe see a movie once in a while?


Because she's apeshit fucking crazy, has low self-esteem, and has already blown through all the men she knows IRL that she finds doable...and probably a few she doesn't.



Thinking that you can "understand" a creature that bleeds for days on end and doesn't die, is completely irrational, and equates chocolate with sex (which is really just an example of the extreme of their irrationality, but bears mentioning).

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Brawlsack

Taking an extended hiatus from gaming

You can not understand a woman because they can not understand themselves.

Have you ever walked in on a crying woman and and when you ask them whats wrong They have no fucking clue. And if they do know they lie to you for hours about it for some reason then get mad at you for not guessing right?`

What I have learned is all women are legit crazy and there is nothing you can do about it. The problem is unlike guys who flaunt our craziness/assholishness women hide it and like an atomic bomb over japan it just sneaks in and goes off when we least expect it. Some women give you some signs of when its going to happen, but to get those signs to reveal themselves you need tto date for years and years. And as we have discovered with my mother when she gets to the other end of life the rule book goes back out the window and you get to do it all over again.

So STOP trying to understand them, and just find someone that makes you happy. Play the game slowly, and take lots of mental notes. In the end you will have a leg up for at least a week.

So, I will not claim to be an expert, but having been married for the past 13 years I can say one thing, when you meet someone you will know. eHarmony is fine, it is the new "bar scene" because people dont have the time or effort do the the preliminary dating routine. Also, there are alot of creepy fucks but on the interent and at bars, so why not meet someone while you are downloading porn or doing the dishes. You do best to look at the first few dates as just hanging out. I agree though, if you get a girl in the sack the first or second date, it was planned, your were used as a penis pogo stick. I meet my wife at work. We casually hang out for a while then what on what I would consider dates (not a bunch of friends out shooting pool or bowling) then got more seriuos and eventually married. Just take your time, dont seem desperate or you are cannon fodder, and relax. However, getting laid is a plus.

And yeah, I agree with Boredalt, we hate you, lol.

9 level 90s and 10 85s, Damn I need another hobby.

Should try a dating site that you don't have to pay for, for one I met my fiance on plentyoffish.

Our first date lasted 8 hours, went to a movie, dinner, then back to my house where we just talked and watched a little tv. End of the date we hugged, and she left. Had a second date a few days later(where she crashed her car coming to my house) long story short i went to her house, and some things happened and I asked her to be my gf, she said yes.

Now she's preggo and funtimes are ahead.

Just gotta count it towards luck. And you got bad luck. Everybodys screwed up in someway, just gotta find the person that is good for ya.

sounds like u gusy already had funtimes amirite

Brawlsack

Taking an extended hiatus from gaming

You shouldn't even bother putting words into your posts. Just hit submit.

funny how it all worked out.

I have lived on this planet for a relatively short time, 21 years as of the 6th of June. However, I've been in many relationships, both good and bad. I dwell on what needs not be and perhaps give a little too much, these are my faults and obviously affect my judgment and opinions on the gentle sex. However, this too provides my expertise on the subject because recently I've been trying some different things with a few different girls. As a result I've been able to predict and ultimately alter the outcome of a relationship rather easily and with virtually no resistance.

I know just what to say and when to say it. You give up power and I trip on power so a mutually destructive relationship occurs. I fuel bad habits and you get suckered in for the ride. Pretty much that describes me and women. This is due to a personal fault that I'll openly admit but if I were not this way the relationship would last. Oh well.

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She is a friend of a friend and I started talking to her maybe about 2 months ago. I think it started off related to music but several hours later (this was done via social networking site) things turned sexual, very quickly. She was commenting about the bulge in my pants because I wear tight pants. I replied commenting about her tit halfway hanging out of her shirt and from there it turned into a challenge between us to see who could last how long where or something like that. I forget.

Then it led to a challenge of wit, she said something that I can't quite recall but I replied to it with something along the lines of: "I've already planted the seeds of your downfall. You don't realize it now but when you're on your knees or on your back. I'll remind you of this conversation and you'll realize that I knew it would happen all along."

She didn't talk to me for a day but the day after she came back and started to talk to me again. More about music, except this time she wanted to hang out. I think I had to work the next morning early so instead it was a web cam chat. I made her laugh and she giggled and what not at my antics. Afterward she'd call me and text me all day and night as long as I wasn't at work.

I saw her a few times but not in the location or time frame to allow for any kind of sex or fooling around or anything. Just went around and did stuff. I work in the afternoons to evenings so after work I'd just wanna go home and relax but we went to breakfast and the like. The whole time I was talking to her about random things but as time went on I was able to predict her words and even her reactions to what I was saying.

From there it was me talking about the right things at the right time, she couldn't get enough of it. About two weeks later she calls me and sounds kind of distant so I ask her what's wrong, first mistake. She replies, "I love you."

"...What?"
"I love you."
"You don't love me."
"No... I do."
"You don't even know me."
"I know enough."
"Uh, well... I've gotta go, message me or something."
"Okay, love you, bye."

I'm sitting there at about 1 am thinking to myself that this wasn't an unforeseen circumstance but it sure as hell came faster than I expected. Up to this point I did not lie to her about anything but I kept certain secrets of my past concealed. This is because I have major trust issues and not because I'm secretly a murderer or anything. She messages me and asks me how I feel about it.

I reply with I dunno, I don't love you and I'm no where near that point. I'm not even sure if I wanna date you, I'm apathetic. She replies with a sad face asking why and I say, "Mostly because I don't know you but now because you claim you love a person that you hardly know and forgive me but I'd like to think that love is something you don't take back once given and so far I've never met a girl who has meant it. Prove me wrong."

So she tries, except at this point she's given me all she has except for her body, and believe me after that night she threw it at me every time she could. Who am I to deny this, it wasn't working and she knew it but dammit I've got an addiction to feed. She'd compliment every damn thing she could, I mean I'm not terrible but I'm not a god of sex either. She'd also offer to do things that I've never had a girl offer to do for me and most of these things I don't want to do anyway.

She claims it was how I write and how I speak. The way I carry myself that gives me this aura of attractiveness. That even though I'm apathetic and distrusting and probably a lying cheat, the way I do it makes me irresistible. That the girls constantly seeking my attention from me, whether in my words or in my dick do so because I'm able to captivate them in ways no other man could. (Her words, not mine.)

She continues to talk to me today, and still throws her body at me. Though I've been directing my attention elsewhere lately.

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After this I began to predict and manipulate her, and others, just to see how it would all turn out and so far I've concluded that if you have a gift with words and some luscious locks. Women are easily manipulated and controlled, even the ones who are actually intelligent because everything is lost in that brief moment of passion when you find what it is she wants most.

You can continue to succumb to puppy love and find the person you truly love and want to spend the rest of your life with, and suffer heartache and confusion in the mean time.

Or you can become a cold ruthless player who feeds on the affection from every woman around him and probably become addicted to it and never really have anyone to call your own, if you even still want one.

I fear I'm headed down the second path, I'm starting to see women as more of an object that provides me with pleasure than the last face I ever want to see before I die.


Fuck that was a long post. I'm sorry, storytime over.

just do what i do, demonize women to the point where seeing them disgusts you and replace your need for them with work.

I like it.

Now, by no means stop being Azelma, I want to make that clear. The Azelma I know (which I'll admit isn't very personal, but it's still valid) is a pretty cool dude. Just take things less seriously so early.

It's like you're picking up a suitcase thinking it's full, but it's not, so you rip the thing off the ground. The suitcase isn't full yet, pick it up gently. If it falls from your grip when you rip it up, you'll break windows cause you basically threw the fucking thing. But if you pick it up gently and it drops, worst thing: the handle broke and you find a new suitcase.

In this metaphor, suitcases are women and the window is your sanity/self esteem.

But what do I know, I'm a man slut at best.

You can continue down that path until you find a woman who changes your mind, or you might not and be a player for the rest of your life

The problem is, I hate what I'm becoming but can't break the power addiction to stop it. I know this and yet I still do it. I'm terrible huh?