Answer you notes, messages an winks! There is nothing worst than someone having a full mailbox after you took the time to write out a long thoughtful note.
Lets get this straight….
You fell in love with someone who didn’t love you back. How did you expect that to end?
You chased the man or woman who wasn’t interested in you, now you you wonder why they left you. How do people expect these plotlines to end? Maybe they will see you for who you are an fall for you. Maybe they will be so taken with you persistance that they will confess their undying love for you. Maybe they will see you as you really are.. A human following human nature to get what looks impossible to get.
You see them as a prize, they see you as a predator.. scary huh? Yep that what it looks like a lion chasing a meer cat down an ripping it into shreds. We tend to be blind to reality, but maybe we are looking to defy it. Maybe we think that we will be the exception that movies are written about. The supervillan that somehow survives the onslaught.
True when you go for the impossible it almost seems worth it. Without great risk comes no reward right? Does that count when you dealing with courting? Maybe there should be a disclaimer on some of the quotes out there.
If at first you don’t succeed try try again.. that’s called stalking
Don’t stop pushing till you get what you want.. that’s called rape
Let’s just take a look at how life an dating are different. In a world where not trying is the same as failing an trying to hard lands you in jail. Maybe we should take it slow.. Just saying
Why is it that I can’t have just a good conversation with a woman without it looking like I want more? I am the type of guy who loves to chat, I look for maturity in these conversations. I look for a passion or desire for knowledge in her. In order to get to this conversation I must ask her out.
I must learn to just let go, while looks attract me its the brain that drives me crazy. When she gives an excuse I should just move on. I waste to much time an energy on lost causes. Every time my energy goes into the wrong person I slip a tad more into depression. However this will not stop me. I will move on faster an see the signs clearer.
Can’t we just talk over coffee or a lunch? Can’t you just let me learn about you? Why are there so many games? Why so many steps? Well I brought this on myself, should have just let go.
If this man should fall, who will lift the flag and carry on?
In the older wars we carried the flag into every battle, there was a designated flag bearer an if he was killed another took his place ensuring that it flew at all times to inspire an direct the men.
Today we carry that flag in our hearts an those who fell carrying it are honored by those who picked up where they left off. I am proud an humble to say that I picked up the fallen flag an will carry it into battle until my dying breath.
Only the dead have seen the end of war…
“They fought together as brothers-in-arms. They died together and now they sleep side by side. To them we have a solemn obligation.”
― Admiral Chester W. Nimitz
I will be working on a few movie script ideas in the coming weeks.
Wrong side of the bed…
A black widow type woman preys on unsuspecting men from local bars. One night she finds John a newly single young man, she try hard an fail to get him to her into her lair. Then after several attempts an a few days later she gets him to agree. He is wearing all white when he shows u at her door an is wearing all red when he leaves!
A young man falls in love with a smart young lady named Lilly. After spending a lot of time with her he realizes that she isn’t into him. She has taken to another young man that he knows. In a last ditched effort to show her his worth an free himself from the friend zone. He happens upon another young lady an together they hatch a plan to show Lilly what he is really made of.
I will soon be starting a new page of all my literary works so stay tuned!
I want to be honest with you, I am kind of seeing someone right now.
4 days before…..
I’m not really looking for anything serious..
This is the end game of the experiment. A two months ago I set out to prove a theory that I had, that all women are programed to lie. The experiment ended on the first sentence. I chose 3 diverse women to test my theory, I will break down my interaction an how I came to my conclusion. I decided to do this because women like to tell me I am trying the wrong women. I went over an beyond my normal standards for this one.
Type: Wild child, party animal, Artist
Perks: Lots of sex, funny, fun,
Flaws: Needy, Can’t handle drinking, Clingy,
This woman was by farrr the most honest of the one I’d met, until that is I realized she was using me as a sex toy. I was okay with this until she started comparing me to her EX. She was reluctant to acknowledge this but it came out in time. Could I ever do more than have sex with her? No, she is wayyy to wild an messed up to settle with. I did find her to be a sweet relief from the mind games the others play.
Type: Middle of the road, vegan, English major
Perks: Smart! cute! Morals! Mature!
Cons: Tom boy complex
I thought she would be the one to disprove my theory, but when asked out she agreed but blew me off. Not once but 3 times! I found this funny because she constantly told me she liked me. What secret is she hiding, I don’t know. I do know that blowing me off after agreeing is never a good thing. If she had atleast gave me some reason that I could use to justify her actions then this mission would have been a failure. Sadly that was not so.
Type: Good Girl, Quiet, Nurse
Pros: Smart,cute, good wife material
Cons: Stubborn, cocky
This was the one I bet the most on, but behind ever pretty smile is a dark secret. The opening statement to this post are her exact words to me. She was indeed a hard nut to crack, after blowing me off once for a date I almost gave up. I had to find out why she was lying to me an I did. She was scared to reject me by just saying no, so she went to the age old book of lies. Maybe it could have worked, but a lie is a lie an that my friends is a deal breaker.
So in conclusion no matter the type, it’s the same games… So what must I do play along stay tuned as I chapter out my adventures in using the game to increase my dating chances!
You open your heart to the world, you pour out your soul in your blog. You hope someone sees it an perhaps has the answer, maybe a bit of reassurance. Hours go by an not one comment! Maybe a like an only 11 views. You know people are reading but what can you do to get them to comment? You try an encourage them by asking a question at the end. You state an opinion an request feed back, but still no dice. I have found that the best way to get comments is to say something outrageous, something unbelievable. Something that makes readers look back and an say what in the hell? You must say something that bothers people convictions an calls their morals into question. While sure this maybe hard to do, but if you writing is direct or offensive someone will comment. Some soul will make their opinion known. So I say this go out there! Write about how you love abortion, write about how all men are dogs an people will respond. Likes are over rated, comments is where the fun interaction is!
1 million questions,1 million problems, 0 answers, 1 source women. A woman knows all there is to know about love. She can feel it at a very young age, an will go to the end of the world to find it. She’s like a blood hound on the scent of a rabbit, once she sense love all common sense goes out the window. She has no regard for her safety or anyone around her. Her emotions are like a arty round, destroys everything remotely close to the drop zone. Love leads to murder, sabotage an most commonly hate. While we can’t touch love or even know that the feeling is real, they still believe firmly in it. They are experts in it, they know where it begins an how it will end. So what do you do when a woman says she is in love with you? I would say run, but she will catch you. I would say hide, but like a snake drawn to eggs she will consume you. We men are the prey, even when we think we are the hunters. We never get the girl, the girl gets us. Slowly but surely I am realizing more an more, that I am powerless in her eyes. That it is dangerous to get her attention because once she wants you, you have no say in the matter.
Dear Mr. Bill I don’t care what you think of my film, I don’t care that you took screen writing 4 times. I do however care that your in my class. Why do I care you ask? First off I spent about 6 grand to be able to take this class an you: well you got in free. I care because I had to drag my butt all the way to middle east to fight a war on terror, to get benefits in order to take this class. You got in free, hell you took screen writing four, 4 times for free! I had to go hungry for a few days to produce my film an make due with a bare minimal crew. You got a crew full of professionals an even our teacher showed up to work on your shoot. I spent hours at night editing my piece, while you just passed yours on to someone else to do. Am I jealous of your money or influence? No, not really am I angry that you are getting a free ride because you married the dean of my school? YES! very angry, I am aware that world is not fair, an you have to struggle to make it if your not so lucky. I will however take the time to vent on my blog about this foolishness. Now I will head off to my minimal wage job to try an make ends met. While you browse over next years classes an decide on which one you will take for free. God Bless The Rich oops I mean America…