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She turned to him and said “I don’t want to do this anymore”.
He thought for a moment, shrugged and walked out the door. And as he left, he felt a weight lifting from his shoulders.
He walked with a spring in his step for the 1st time in months, he practically floated down the road.
He knew she was watching from the doorway, seeing if he’d turn around or break down in the street and that made him laugh. He was glad she couldn’t see his face, let her have this moment of thinking she had pulled his world down.
As he rounded the corner, he was almost in tears of laughter.
He’d been considering ending this anyway, let’s face it. But her actions had allowed him to leave without feeling guilty for bringing it up.
It started as they all do.
Excitement, laughter, the finding out of things about a person that made it feel fresh and new. And finally seeing her in front of him naked, seeing if his imagination measured up to the reality.
All that good stuff.
But, as with every other time in the history of this race, it settled down into familiarity and comfort.
He knew her routines and words, how she would react to any given situation and to be honest, he was fed up with it.
So when she said she wanted to end it, he thought for a moment and walked.
And within 3 weeks of the end of “the most perfect thing in his life”, he was out with new women.
And they were just as important as the one that tried to finish him.
The only problem was, he had never really been that bothered about where he ended up in life, so anything that happened didn’t upset him too much.
Oh sure, he felt sad and quiet for a bit, but that was good for the soul. Those pangs of sadness really turned on the creative juices and he got endless mileage out of it, put it to good use and wrote that sweet stuff down in case he needed inspiration later.
He had a list of the best lies he’d ever heard and told:
It’s not you, it’s me
I just need space
Of course there’s nobody else
I’ll always think of you
You meant so much to me
This is complicated
You don’t understand
We’ll still be friends
No I’ve never felt like this before
If I could turn back the clock, I would
I didn’t mean to say those things
I understand
I’m not ready for anyone right now
Loveyoumissyoumeanitbye!
Let me explain, dear reader, what the honest truth was.
It doesn’t matter how nice you are, how well you can write or how easily it comes to express those things we all feel but mostly feel unable to express.
If you put anyone else but you first? You’ll end up sobbing like a baby and spewing out 2nd rate poetry to try and communicate how heavy and important it all meant to you and how you couldn’t possibly continue without that person.
When the truth is something quite different – you will cope, you will survive and you will move on.
So what do you do? What did he do?
He got that emotional deadweight out of his life raft, just tossed that stuff overboard and waited for something to rescue him.
And he was rescued.
Oh, but don’t think it was a fair maiden intent on seeing “the good inside” of him or any of that Hallmark crap.
No, he was saved by the knowledge that if you want to have fun, if you want to enjoy yourself? You have to stop lying to yourself about what you want from “life” and get out there and take it.
He wanted women.
Not just one, and not a soulmate that “understood where you come from”.
No, he wanted to sample it all, to live like a king and use that for good.
So, 3 weeks after walking away from 3 years of submission, humiliation and self-debasement, he strapped on his game face and went for it.
And he realised how stupid he had been to think about it like it meant anything.
It was easy to land them, there’s nothing to it.
They all want to hear the same thing, but don’t be too nice about it all or you’ll be seen as “a good friend”.
Nope, you have to pretend like you’re doing them a favour. Make them work for it, trust me on this, it’s better than chasing after them like a dog left at a campsite.
You don’t believe me? You want to write this off as bitter, angry revenge talk?
If that makes you comfortable then by all means put it down to that.
He had spent the weekend playing the game and he had won. No telephone number given afterwards, no promises of anything further.
He went out on Friday, drank the drink, voiced the script and left there Saturday afternoon.
Did the same on Sunday too with another one.
You’re still thinking this is just hurt and wounded inner-feelings of sorrow?
Ok, here’s how to do it:
Just say the right things, smile here, insert a joke there and by the end of the night with enough practice? You’re not spending the evening alone.
It’s like playing a video-game it’s that easy.
Really, it is.
Push the buttons and Open Sesame!
Confuse them with sex or the lack of it. Keep them guessing or once they think they have you figured out?
They’ll be onto the next.
Hey brother, don’t get angry at me for telling you the cold hard truth here.
I didn’t make the rules, I just play them better.
Try it, next time you fancy feeling like a god?
Studied indifference and nonchalance will beat emotive, timid little mortals every single time.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to write an email to another one telling them how much I enjoyed the weekend and how much fun they are/funny they are/interesting to talk to/good to be around/special I felt with them. (delete as applicable).
Sorry, what was that?
You thought this was going to be another one of those woeful and cringing missives about how lonely he is without her and how much he misses her?
Nope, this is nothing but the honest, brutal truth about men and women.
Oh now wait, obviously not *you* and your partner – she’s perfect.
I meant the other guy.
He thought for a moment, shrugged and walked out the door. And as he left, he felt a weight lifting from his shoulders.
He walked with a spring in his step for the 1st time in months, he practically floated down the road.
He knew she was watching from the doorway, seeing if he’d turn around or break down in the street and that made him laugh. He was glad she couldn’t see his face, let her have this moment of thinking she had pulled his world down.
As he rounded the corner, he was almost in tears of laughter.
He’d been considering ending this anyway, let’s face it. But her actions had allowed him to leave without feeling guilty for bringing it up.
It started as they all do.
Excitement, laughter, the finding out of things about a person that made it feel fresh and new. And finally seeing her in front of him naked, seeing if his imagination measured up to the reality.
All that good stuff.
But, as with every other time in the history of this race, it settled down into familiarity and comfort.
He knew her routines and words, how she would react to any given situation and to be honest, he was fed up with it.
So when she said she wanted to end it, he thought for a moment and walked.
And within 3 weeks of the end of “the most perfect thing in his life”, he was out with new women.
And they were just as important as the one that tried to finish him.
The only problem was, he had never really been that bothered about where he ended up in life, so anything that happened didn’t upset him too much.
Oh sure, he felt sad and quiet for a bit, but that was good for the soul. Those pangs of sadness really turned on the creative juices and he got endless mileage out of it, put it to good use and wrote that sweet stuff down in case he needed inspiration later.
He had a list of the best lies he’d ever heard and told:
It’s not you, it’s me
I just need space
Of course there’s nobody else
I’ll always think of you
You meant so much to me
This is complicated
You don’t understand
We’ll still be friends
No I’ve never felt like this before
If I could turn back the clock, I would
I didn’t mean to say those things
I understand
I’m not ready for anyone right now
Loveyoumissyoumeanitbye!
Let me explain, dear reader, what the honest truth was.
It doesn’t matter how nice you are, how well you can write or how easily it comes to express those things we all feel but mostly feel unable to express.
If you put anyone else but you first? You’ll end up sobbing like a baby and spewing out 2nd rate poetry to try and communicate how heavy and important it all meant to you and how you couldn’t possibly continue without that person.
When the truth is something quite different – you will cope, you will survive and you will move on.
So what do you do? What did he do?
He got that emotional deadweight out of his life raft, just tossed that stuff overboard and waited for something to rescue him.
And he was rescued.
Oh, but don’t think it was a fair maiden intent on seeing “the good inside” of him or any of that Hallmark crap.
No, he was saved by the knowledge that if you want to have fun, if you want to enjoy yourself? You have to stop lying to yourself about what you want from “life” and get out there and take it.
He wanted women.
Not just one, and not a soulmate that “understood where you come from”.
No, he wanted to sample it all, to live like a king and use that for good.
So, 3 weeks after walking away from 3 years of submission, humiliation and self-debasement, he strapped on his game face and went for it.
And he realised how stupid he had been to think about it like it meant anything.
It was easy to land them, there’s nothing to it.
They all want to hear the same thing, but don’t be too nice about it all or you’ll be seen as “a good friend”.
Nope, you have to pretend like you’re doing them a favour. Make them work for it, trust me on this, it’s better than chasing after them like a dog left at a campsite.
You don’t believe me? You want to write this off as bitter, angry revenge talk?
If that makes you comfortable then by all means put it down to that.
He had spent the weekend playing the game and he had won. No telephone number given afterwards, no promises of anything further.
He went out on Friday, drank the drink, voiced the script and left there Saturday afternoon.
Did the same on Sunday too with another one.
You’re still thinking this is just hurt and wounded inner-feelings of sorrow?
Ok, here’s how to do it:
Just say the right things, smile here, insert a joke there and by the end of the night with enough practice? You’re not spending the evening alone.
It’s like playing a video-game it’s that easy.
Really, it is.
Push the buttons and Open Sesame!
Confuse them with sex or the lack of it. Keep them guessing or once they think they have you figured out?
They’ll be onto the next.
Hey brother, don’t get angry at me for telling you the cold hard truth here.
I didn’t make the rules, I just play them better.
Try it, next time you fancy feeling like a god?
Studied indifference and nonchalance will beat emotive, timid little mortals every single time.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to write an email to another one telling them how much I enjoyed the weekend and how much fun they are/funny they are/interesting to talk to/good to be around/special I felt with them. (delete as applicable).
Sorry, what was that?
You thought this was going to be another one of those woeful and cringing missives about how lonely he is without her and how much he misses her?
Nope, this is nothing but the honest, brutal truth about men and women.
Oh now wait, obviously not *you* and your partner – she’s perfect.
I meant the other guy.
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Grix Thraves wrote:
I remember when I'd walk into your serious topics and
> make a joke, then you'd have a hissy fit.
---
:D
Yep, but this is my thread, I own it.
And the point of my original thread was
"I realise women are stupid and it's not worth getting tied up about them. You can say exactly what they want to hear and get what you want. Be the sympathetic listener/roguish cad/nasty macho pig and you'll score"
Women = Unstable dunderheads, easy to play and easy to win.
I remember when I'd walk into your serious topics and
> make a joke, then you'd have a hissy fit.
---
:D
Yep, but this is my thread, I own it.
And the point of my original thread was
"I realise women are stupid and it's not worth getting tied up about them. You can say exactly what they want to hear and get what you want. Be the sympathetic listener/roguish cad/nasty macho pig and you'll score"
Women = Unstable dunderheads, easy to play and easy to win.
Craw wrote:
> Man-boobs do not count as female.
How about girly hair?
:-)
> Man-boobs do not count as female.
How about girly hair?
:-)
Either of those statements could be deemed to be true.
Man-boobs do not count as female.
Man-boobs to not count as female.
Craw wrote:
> All the women?
>
> Are there ANY women on here..?
Are we not allowed to bring partners.. or spouses in Meka's case?
If we're not, then I suppose Mystique almost counts as a woman :-)
> All the women?
>
> Are there ANY women on here..?
Are we not allowed to bring partners.. or spouses in Meka's case?
If we're not, then I suppose Mystique almost counts as a woman :-)
There are a few who claim to be. whether they are or not is debatable
All the women?
Are there ANY women on here..?
Are there ANY women on here..?
Goatboy would escort all the women to the toilets one at a time, while everyone else except cipro finds something to argue with me about.
Could you imagine what it would be like if we had a UKchatforums night out..?
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