by hubbertspeak7777777 » Tue 06 May 2008, 00:27:21
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Heineken', 'S')adly, there is much truth in what you speak, Speak.
I've had the dance-club experience you describe, lots of times.
I was in terrific shape, blond, nearly as hot as the pics of Jason, but it didn't seem to matter.
What they wanted was MONEY.
Eventually I gave up and turned to (black) men.
Is this a crazy world or what?
I learned to tune out after awhile. I'll hit on any chick hot or not, old or young (not under 18 though), rejection no longer bothers me. The last woman I actually cared about drove me to the brink of suicide. Ever since then, I haven't cared about women or their feelings, just about getting action. If they do reject me then I fling an insult their way. Example...
me: can I buy you a drink?
stuck-up slut: I could have any guy in this bar... why would I wast my time with you
me: you ought to spend more of that time working so you can save up enough money for a nose job (or boob job if she's small-chested).
I do this because it's fun to see the look on their face when they get a dose of their own medicine. I can't decide whether they want to cut off my balls or slash their own wrists. Probably both.
I think you're right about the money element, but there's also an obscenely unhealthy amount of schadenfreude involved on the females part. They did it to you and you were attractive, they do it to me and I look like a thinner George Costanza with hair, they do it to all men.
I can understand how women's antics could make a man want to play for the other team or both teams. I just can't quit eating at the sushi bar... it's as addictive drugs for me.