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Posted:Jul 18, 2005 9:07 am
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Welcome!
SensationsForYou
As a guy who has never really had problems meeting women, I was stunned when I first found myself buying flowers, jewelry, trinkets, cards, and souvenirs from everywhere, just to get/keep the attention of a prospective mate. Later in life, it turned into cars, houses, etc., for which I will never forgive myself. Since then I've learned that I respect women who are independent, choose to provide for themselves, and don't "expect" niceties for the purpose of providing sexual favors. In these cases, I've found myself inclined to be generous just to be nice, with no agenda, which has proved infinitely more productive, less painful, and solidly less expensive. Beware the line, "If you buy me that, then ..." (Whatever comes next will ultimately make you insane with lust). As a writer, musician, and general entertainment guy, I've encountered all types, but most of the truly "hot" women, know they're hot. They expect to be treated exceptionally, and most guys would love to able to do that, but reality dictates that they can't.
Let me qualify, I grew up in the Northern suburbs of Chicago, where spoiled women run rampant, and expectations ran/run exceedingly high. Nordstrom's credit cards are a mandate. Often, in order to date someone, you'd need to provide your history, health records, and credit score. Having a platinum or titanium card was helpful, too. Now, in order to get them to put out, you'd typically have to do something ridiculous. I have stories of a friend who built a house for a woman who still didn't score. I once took a woman to Hawaii, (from Virginia), and the closest I got was sitting next to her at a freaking luau. We actually ended up sleeping in the outer and inner rooms of the suite! The funny thing is, when the woman gets horny, "no" is never an acceptable answer. The guy must get what he can when she decides he is deserving, lest more millennia pass with no sensuous encounters.
So the history goes. I'm sure that every one of you guys checking this out has some outrageous, if not pathetic, memory of an experience wherein you felt used, abused, neglected, and ignored, after putting your (poor and fragile) heart on the line to impress some babe (wench?) who totally wasn't worth the effort in the long run. Gals, I know you've probably got a million stories of which hoops you've made the boys jump through to get into your shorts.
This blog is for you. Share it here. Tell us the story, because we can all relate. No judgment for those idiotic, foolish, and downright stupid tasks here. Actually, we enjoy them! Tell us about the gauntlet that you ran in pursuit of stinky fingers, only to get them cut off at the elbow. Heartbreak Hotel is open, and we're looking for your tales of grandiose attempt. Nothing is too big or little, as far as the thought goes. (I have this feeling that this blog is going to be a huge collection of extremely sad stories after a while). But hopefully, as we commiserate, and learn from each other, we'll grow, too. We'll come to appreciate that, no matter what, we are all good (hearted) people, well-intentioned, and maybe just a little stronger for having been here. That is my goal. Welcome.
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