MacNfries said:
Women have become quite competitive and aggressive in all aspects of society, including sex. So, you still have men barking a good game, but come show time, they become no-shows when ****** to admit who really IS in charge.
MacNfries, this generally has been my experiance, in this day and age just about anyone who hasn't grasped it aparently managed to avoid the last ice age.
Believe me I love it when a guy takes charge, I really do, but that assumes he knows the rules going in. For your enjoyment here is a short note I wrote years ago....
Originally written - March 21st, 2008 4:17 pm MDT
Recently I went to have lunch with a friend of mine. As I walked to the door I noticed the little signs that adorn most businesses these days. You know the ones, "member of the BBB", "Visa, MasterCard American Express", or that little no smoking symbol. As I casually read these stickers I thought about the subtle things they told me as a patron. This small diner I frequent just gave me a list of their house rules.
Many of you know I've never been to Las Vegas. I have always wanted to go and have flown over it a dozen times or more. As of yet, I have not had the opportunity to go. Fear not dear reader I actually plan to get there one of these days. I consider it a must do on life's list of activities and adventures. It may sound silly but even though I have never been to Vegas I know the casino's rules. Strange isn't it. I know what is acceptable behavior there and what is not allowed. I know their rules.
So what on earth could the jewel in the rough be this time. What nugget is awaiting you? It's rather simple really. Just know the rules. Think about it, Everything has rules. When you Tango or glide around during the Fox Trot or the Waltz there are steps to follow. In order to dance well you need to know the steps. You have to know the rules. When you drive down the road on the way to get those fabulous shoes what do you see? More Rules. No left turn, Stop, and one way signs, each one indicating the direction of travel.
There will always be rules. In love, in dancing, and in life. Knowing them and learning them will only help you. I have my rules, many here know them. Some do not. Even this site has it's rules. Some know them, far to many do not. Those who don't know them don't want to. Many people visit this site for many different reasons. Only the visitor or those who take time to read about me know why they are here. It saddens me greatly that there are some who think the rules do not apply to them.
I'm sure you know the type. It's the moron who saunters up to you at the bar, and lacks any grace. He has no class nor morals yet still thinks he is somehow OWED your company. A world class loser who by his own admission is a lying cad. He has no respect for you or any other woman. he just struts up to you in his cheap shoes and wrinkled t-shirt and expects you to break the rules for him. He is audacious, callous and ignorant. He is not interested in the house rules. They don't interest him because he is hot and bothered and needs to get off.
I pity him, Fleeting as it may be. I move on quietly with style as he whines about how difficult it is to do a profile here. His statements have no merit and make less and less sense. I am amused ever so slightly by his futile gesture to convince me of his worth. As he rambles on endlessly about his need to be part of my life all the while showing me no respect whatsoever. My patience begins to wane as he continues to blame someone or anyone else for his problems.
You see he ignored my rule, and by doing so was disrespectful. Real men are always respectful, especially to women. I despise men who are disrespectful of women. You see that is one of my rules. If you are disrespectful and are unwilling to meet my needs why would I want to know you. Would you want someone who is so self centered that all they cared about was themselves, What They wanted or thought they needed? I trust you said no.
Nobody likes the pompous egotistical little brats of the world. In your own life you know who they are. The people who call you late at night because they are bored, they never care if you were sleeping. They never have cab fare and just stick out their hand and expect you to give them money for it. Every action and every deed shows how little they care about you and emphasizes how much the care only about themselves. The world owes them everything yet they do nothing to earn it.
I've met such a pitiful person on more than one occasion here. Each time he assaulted me in the chat room his handle was different. Perhaps he thought that by changing his name it would somehow impress me. I've said many times cowardice is distasteful to me. However Chivalry is a huge turn on. There were several people in particular who showed incredible class in defense of my honor as this miserable little man continued his tirade like a spoiled child. These wonderful people of whom I speak knew my rules and respected them. That my dear reader is what class is.
One in particular followed my rules and showed respect, and in doing so got closer to me. The other fool, the spoiled child with his ranting complaints was cast aside quickly. I have no room in my kitchen for spoiled vegetables.
In the dance of love the man proposes the step. The woman has the choice to accept and follow or decline his advance. The woman follows the man, but the man has to know how to lead her. A woman will follow his lead as he guides her, gently, softly, and passionately across the floor. She wont follow if he steps on her toes, or shoves her and pushes her around. Why would she? The seduction is lost and her toes are hurt now. Knowing the rules makes you a good driver just as it will make you a great dancer.
You see my dear reader you can either accept the rules each of us create for our own reasons or you can cry and whine about them. If as most of you do, you respect others; You have no problem with a few requested courtesies. Showing grace and class is quite easy for you. On the other hand, If you are like the aforementioned useless idiot, grace and class you will never have. The whining and name calling only shows me how much I don't want you in my life. In doing so you display for all the world why you have a bitter existence. A life of shame and disdain wrapped in cowardly arrogance. I have no time for you, not now nor ever. Your silly game of coded letters indicating your age and build are uninteresting. You bore me, before you even speak.
I am here to learn, to grow, to socialize with those who are like me. The joy I derive from helping a girl out who has questions or just needs a gentle touch of understanding is tremendous. I am more than flattered that some have trusted me with an intimate moment or a horrific tale of personal trauma. To be able to develop a bond with such amazing women is difficult to describe for someone like me who has far to many blond moments.
Every woman here has her talents, her accomplishments, and her embarrassments. I have so many it's taken a lifetime to resolve them. Even today some of my good deeds still go unpunished. I am no angel nor am I gifted, but I know the rules. It's easy if you just learn to read like I did when I was in Kindergarten.
Each of us is looking for someone to dance with, that wonderful soul who takes our hand gently. They twirl us with gusto as we get closer to that crescendo of passion. We all want the best dance partner don't we. However if you stumble on to the floor ***** on your own self importance, trying to conduct the conductor nobody is going to dance with you. I certainly will not, would you?
Alas there he is the maniacal little troll, to cowardly or stupid to figure out how to do his profile. Ignoring the fact that thousands of others have already done it successfully. He only complains and whines. Poor me, poor me. Yes you are poor.....in spirit, in honesty, and in life. You will never have anything more than your fantasy. Your neurotic desire to be my dance partner. I calmly tell you to learn, to gracefully practice the moves I have laid out for all to see.
I implore you to read, to examine me as you would the soft petals of the flowers in a garden. Then and only then will you succeed in this dance. The dance floor is polished and the music is gently caressing my soul. My heart beats in anticipation of the seductive Tango to come.
The question is.....Do you know the house rules?