If your purpose is dating--i.e., fucking--women, say, a dozen or two or three times (more than that and you might as well marry them), it may be, after all, sufficient that you seem to be, or to have become, the Man (that) Women (after all, are likelier to Imagine that they Want than they are really to Want); and there are men--usually very good looking, perhaps somewhat narcissistic men--for whom fucking the same woman as many as a dozen or more times would be insufferably, disastrously tedious: For such a man, in his prime, through misguided, Puritanical iron-willed self-resolve, actually to become the Man that Women (think, or imagine that they) Want would be a tragedy so bitterly unnecessary that nothing could redeem a life so wasted, and that maybe only a Nathaniel Hawthorne could do pitiless justice to.
Say that you are witty, and kind, and that you have a lively sense of humor. So far so good. Let your personal hygiene standards be high. Smell of soap, and dress with a certain style of your own (i.e., dress to please yourself). Let your love of small, refined, cute, exquisite, sublime and cuddly things--Impressionist paintings, classical music, Mexican food, puppies and children--be uninhibited and unaffected. Know how to change a diaper. Let Milton, or Virgil, or Dante, be your favorite poet. Unless it's a staggering amount of money, pay no attention to the cost of things, but be aware, always, of their intrinsic value. Speak French, Italian and Spanish as your second, third and fourth languages. Be nice to everybody, and treat both sexes gallantly. Never insult, and don't poke fun--although a gentle teasing is aces. When you make assignations to have sex, do so as "visits" with friends whom you hope to "find home." When you take a lady out, ask her if she wants to have dinner with you and see a show. Even if you think that's "dating," don't call it that. And don't call it sex, call it "making love." And that is all, provided that you are a reasonably attractive young man, that you need do to get fucked, as much and as often as you can handle. The ladies, trust me, will take care of the rest.
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