Gut Rumbles
 

November 10, 2003

hopeless

I can't help it.

I should know better by now, but I don't believe that I'll ever learn my lesson. When I see a good-looking woman, I am immediately attracted to her. I'll go flirt with her in a heartbeat and see where things go from there. I don't fear rejection (Bejus knows I've had plenty of that!) because I don't fear wimmen. The fact that they have a pussy doesn't frighten me. That fact INTRIGUES me.

I don't consider myself to be a pick-up artist or one of those body-building, well-coiffed, mouth-spray-using stud-muffins who strut the bars and the dance-places while wimmen drool over them. I am an old fart who isn't all that handsome. I am not big and muscular. I don't resemble the guy with the rippling biceps on the cover of the romance novel that a lot of wimmen read around swimming pools at vacation resorts.

But I am not shy, and I am a natural flirt. I learned a long time ago that it isn't always the best "looking" guy who wins the lady.

Personality counts for a lot, but you've got to be willing to show it. It's the same thing I learned playing poker years ago: "Never up, never in." I don't see anything wrong with asking an attractive woman if I can buy her a drink at the bar. There're no strings attached and she can say no if she wants to. She can accept the drink and there STILL are no strings attached. I just want to introduce myself.

Too many men are afraid to do that. Why?

Wimmen won't bite you (well, they WILL if you get really lucky) and they're probably sitting there alone at the bar waiting for someone to talk to. Walk up, say hello and offer to buy her a drink. What's the worst thing that can happen? She tells you to get lost and go piss up a rope, you replusive bastard, because she wouldn't fuck you if you were that last man alive on the planet? Big deal.

Yeah, that could happen, but be prepared to just smile and walk away in that event. Or, her weightlifting boyfriend could emerge from the bathroom and suddenly beat the living shit out of you right there at the bar while she screams "Kill him! Kill him!"

Okay, forget that second scenario. That one doesn't happen often and it certainly does not reinforce my point. I was digressing there...

I forget what my point was because I'm enjoying some more gin tonight. I think I meant to say that a lot of ships pass in the night because neither the man nor the woman had the nerve to just walk up and say hello. How many potientially beautiful relationships were lost because of pure cowardice?

Don't let that happen to you when you see someone attractive. Take a chance.

Just walk up and say hello.

Comments

Rob,

Careful of that gin. You could end up pouring some into your hand and get your "date" drunk !

*evil grin*

Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Posted by: Jim on November 10, 2003 06:41 PM

Maybe you could think of that approach as making friends...that's the best way to get to know someone, anyway.

Posted by: MommaBear on November 10, 2003 07:26 PM

I've been sipping on frozen strawberry daqueris since 3:00 and that's very unusual for me and definitely against my doctor's order with my new meds but I just wanted to loosen up. I'm enjoying my piano playing. I don't go to bars alone. That's one promise I made myself. I'd end up just getting fucked and I want more than that. Oh my loose tongue. Actually I'm a lady and know that's not the best place to meet a man. I met my x in one of those places.

Posted by: Lexia on November 10, 2003 07:32 PM

You are... I might bite, at least give a glance. One never knows until you try. I have been Offered and sipped. ...Bought and tasted, Looked and shared. and on and on. Never "gulped"; Never! slurped. But I never say never. Good advise.
...and "bloggers"! They pass in the night(and the day) too. Some Come and Some Go. Comments always help, with at least a view. Funny, wise, you... a terrific diversion. I will stop now,

Posted by: Sallie on November 10, 2003 08:01 PM

I've had more ass than a toilet seat at the Conuty Fair. My plan never fails. If I hit on 20 women, I garuantee that one will come out to play.

Posted by: Ralphy on November 10, 2003 08:25 PM

Ralphy

A tip. Roll 'em over n' turn 'em around, you might get some pussy now n' then, too.

Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Posted by: Jim on November 10, 2003 08:42 PM

Jim you remind me of Boomhower from King of the Hill.

Posted by: Ralphy on November 10, 2003 10:28 PM

Correct me if I am wrong but when you choose your girlfriends everything turns out okay. But when you allow your girlfriends to choose you as in both cases of each marriage everything turned out wrong? Your judgement only seems to be impaired when you are chased. And you don' t still love the bc you just think you do. But you never did you loved what you falsely thought she was. How can you love your rapist? The bc emotionally raped you. That is just pain you are feeling and the wish for it to be gone. One way is if she genuinely apologised than you would feel heaps better but that will never happen. Another way is to concentrate on what your marriage really was and what she really was not the false lies of what you thought it was. And don't hate but cut her off and as you focus on the truth your emotions will heal and change to a healthier state. Your memories are not real only what you thought was real. Of course if you do this she will sense it and probably start chasing you. So what will you do go back like a dog to its vomit or tell her to go away?

Posted by: Jenny on November 10, 2003 10:40 PM

Acidman, I was awake about 2:30 a.m., Monday morning. When I started yawning about 1 p.m., I decided that I deserved a nap. Turned out to be a pretty good 8+ hour nap. What the shit happened to you while I was sleeping?

Posted by: Ms Anna on November 11, 2003 02:20 AM

Just sent you another e-mail, same subject identifier.

Posted by: Ms Anna on November 11, 2003 02:49 AM

To hell with it. Women are not friend-worthy. Most will stab you the first chance you turn your back. The cost is always too high but sometimes it's fun to play. "WIth malice towards none," but that's the way it is.

Posted by: Horse with no-- on November 11, 2003 03:35 AM

Horse with No--, you've been blinded by the fancy-feathered bitches in this world. The good women of this world have asshole stories to match every "she done be wrong" story. And that's the way it really is.

Posted by: Ms Anna on November 11, 2003 06:00 AM

Horse just doesn't know hot to pick the right ones. Never settle.

Posted by: Ralphy on November 11, 2003 10:31 AM

Thanks, Rob
I needed those words to wake up my foolish mind. You got to believe in the truth that you (by "you", I mean us all) are a unique, interesting person, not perfect, but not the "myth" of being foolish, ugly or boring!
Amen.

Posted by: Rich on November 11, 2003 10:37 AM

Personality counts for EVERYTHING. The rest is just natural chemistry. At least for us WIMMEN.

Posted by: Dawn on November 12, 2003 11:24 AM

Ralphy just doesn't know how to spell.

Posted by: Alaska Kim on November 12, 2003 03:37 PM
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