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"Why Men Love Bitches"? Dear let me count the innumerable ways. This book of same title is valuable artillery; especially when navigating the dating world online. Its premise is that men revert to childhood when interacting in romantic arena.
Men are simply children who need to be trained, chastised, put on time-out, face the corner wall, and strung along as well.
I don’t usually believe everything at face value, but when put into practice, I think the author nailed it right on the head. You don’t have the time (want) to fix things? Well will just as a hunk to come by and fix it instead. No need to argue, for you see, actions do speak louder than words. You seem oblivious that something is amiss and think we don’t know, you do know? Not any more baby.
Case in point: Few weeks ago, I went to Jacuzzi at gym. There is only 1 great jet stream that really works wonders on shoulders. This jet is on corner of said Jacuzzi. A man comes over and sits on my right side edge and nonchalantly extends his legs out, with his feet out, .say about three feet from my face. During this, he is talking to his buddy about Christ Almighty...some other BS. I politely mentioned to him that doing that was grossly inconsiderate; and he was not going to intimidate me into leaving that choice spot like that. Well...in summary not only did it get nasty...I gave him a verbal trashing, that made him red faced in front of his buddies, and witnesses alike. He thought he was going to intimidate me? HELLO! I surfaced from the Jacuzzi, I then sat on edge on pool and enjoyed 30 minutes extra foot pressure on the soles of my feet. No matter that I was late to work 30 min that morning....no matter. Guess who left the Jacuzzi with his tail between his legs 1st? He left a better man for it..... Surely.
You do you need a bitch in your life. You need the drama, and made to put-out, spend your money, struggle to get into her pants, in fact labor for it, as well as doubt yourself worth... In the end you will be a better man for it.
