This isn't a great story, but I'm going to tell it anyway.
I was at a 2 day Labor Day party this weekend at the house of a friend. I was the best man at his wedding. Suffice it to say, I'm close with him and his wife. I hadn't seen them in about six months.
About 3/4 of the way through the night, I some fat little meatball of a girl stopped the group conversation to tell me that she was observing me earlier in the night, and that she thought that I talked down to women. She wouldn't back off from this assertion.
The thing is, there wasn't one woman at the party that I was intent on hitting on (and therefore to whom some of my pickup technique could have been observed to be "too dominant"). I had slept with the friend, that she came with that night, in the past, but I was no longer interested in that friend. I was friends with some other women there, who to I can't for the life of me remember saying anything to that could be interpreted as "talking down to". The troll who confronted me couldn't think of any specific examples, but remained entitled to and intent on instructing me on my poor attitude toward women.
Fortunately for her, alcohol can have two effects on me. One effect can be bad. The other is that I will be more calm and measured than I would be sober, because the last thing I want to do is ruin a party or let myself get too worked up. So, as far as I can remember, I gave her a free pass and diffused the attack without attacking her.
But the next morning I was pissed. She remained at the house most of the morning, and didn't apologize to me. She actually tried to engage and joke with me. You know how funny those fat hyper-feminized girls are. I kept my cool and ignored her. But I'm still pissed that some random girl would choose to stop a party, at a close friends house who i hadn't seen in such a long time, and try to tell me who I am.
I guess sometimes it takes a man to let a 'woman' be a pig. That's my high road. But, especially after what I've been through in my life and what I know of the psychology of girls like that, its very difficult not to want to destroy that fat little ego and make her cry. Maybe she just needed to put a man in his place to keep her ego afloat. After all, I hadn't even noticed her before she told me off. My gift to her.
I was at a 2 day Labor Day party this weekend at the house of a friend. I was the best man at his wedding. Suffice it to say, I'm close with him and his wife. I hadn't seen them in about six months.
About 3/4 of the way through the night, I some fat little meatball of a girl stopped the group conversation to tell me that she was observing me earlier in the night, and that she thought that I talked down to women. She wouldn't back off from this assertion.
The thing is, there wasn't one woman at the party that I was intent on hitting on (and therefore to whom some of my pickup technique could have been observed to be "too dominant"). I had slept with the friend, that she came with that night, in the past, but I was no longer interested in that friend. I was friends with some other women there, who to I can't for the life of me remember saying anything to that could be interpreted as "talking down to". The troll who confronted me couldn't think of any specific examples, but remained entitled to and intent on instructing me on my poor attitude toward women.
Fortunately for her, alcohol can have two effects on me. One effect can be bad. The other is that I will be more calm and measured than I would be sober, because the last thing I want to do is ruin a party or let myself get too worked up. So, as far as I can remember, I gave her a free pass and diffused the attack without attacking her.
But the next morning I was pissed. She remained at the house most of the morning, and didn't apologize to me. She actually tried to engage and joke with me. You know how funny those fat hyper-feminized girls are. I kept my cool and ignored her. But I'm still pissed that some random girl would choose to stop a party, at a close friends house who i hadn't seen in such a long time, and try to tell me who I am.
I guess sometimes it takes a man to let a 'woman' be a pig. That's my high road. But, especially after what I've been through in my life and what I know of the psychology of girls like that, its very difficult not to want to destroy that fat little ego and make her cry. Maybe she just needed to put a man in his place to keep her ego afloat. After all, I hadn't even noticed her before she told me off. My gift to her.