Quote: (02-14-2011 03:05 AM)jfree Wrote:
Quote: (02-13-2011 03:04 PM)MiXX Wrote:
So, what does this all mean? I have a hard time trusting any woman who tells me "she loves me".......yeah, I banged many of those too!
Mixx
You're right Mixx. I came to a similar conclusion about women as you did. But, yet, I have a wife that I love who wonderfully raises our kids.
You see, I've learned over the years that, essentially, trust is a choice we make based on hope not a guarantee. Because, philosophically, if something is an actual sure thing, there is no need for trust.
-As a traveler, I know that planes crash, cars get into fatal accidents, muggers rob, epidemics break out, and food can be tainted. Yet, I still trust that they are unlikely to happen to me and continue to enjoy travel for extended stays throughout the year.
-As a businessman, I have been screwed over by various men and women in both large and small ways. Yet, I keep hiring employees and trust that they will use their talents and effort to increase business and profit (which typically benefits me most). Has it always happened? No. But, overall, the trust was warranted. I definitely could not have a successful set of businesses without trust.
-As a "lothario", I know that I can get STDs from oral(always unprotected for me both giving and receiving) and unprotected vaginal sex. I also have problems with some girls who turn crazy on me despite helping them understand exactly the ins on outs of the affair and screening them well. Yet, I still have sex with continuing numbers of new girls and trust that some will turn into great affairs for both me and them.
Which brings me back to "why trust women". For me, it was not about trusting that they stay sexually faithful. I don't. What I do choose to trust is that I was VERY lucky to find someone who naturally loves children and enjoys being with them almost all the time, who is intelligent (statistically smart women raise smart kids not to mention I truly enjoy her company and input), and is very beautiful and good at maintaining herself (good for my ego). But best of all, she has been so far fine with me having affairs as long as it is in another country.
So will it last, I trust so... but who the hell really knows, she can go crazy one day and drown all of the kids, or I can die or go crazy (nothing else would matter at that point), or a comet/asteroid can wipe humanity off the face of the earth. But, one thing I do know, I definitely would have no chance at having and raising beautiful smart kids if I didn't select a mate and opt to trust.
In purely male<->female dynamics, some women are mothers, some are daughters, some are mistresses, and the rest are fucks. Horses for courses.
I think this makes a lot of sense. I think it's important for guys to bang a lot of women initially before making that final purchase to understand the psychology of women.
This understand will increase their likelihood of picking the right woman and understanding the tendencies of women. Some men have unrealistic expectations on women and buy into all the whoo rah that women say..talking about men can't commit blah blah blah.
The importance of knowing game and not just being game is that one will understand why they were able to achieve a certain result.
There are a lot of guys who are very good at slaying a lot of women but cannot explain the process of what they are doing.
Maybe they are lucky and maybe at the end if they need to get a wifey, they will pick the right one with the same innate instinct they used to persuade a lizard to drop the knickers.
However, I feel that if one knows how they are doing something and understand the psychology of how women operate, they can pick themselves the correct wife (if that time ever comes) and they will be able to recognise and engage the appropriate triggers to make sure she doesn't step out of line.
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