What's funny is that very soon ill be leaving that 42% of black women that we keep hearing about.
That's why I haven't been really active on here for the last while.
I came to soak up yall's game and it worked.
Thanks guys!


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What's funny is that very soon ill be leaving that 42% of black women that we keep hearing about.
That's why I haven't been really active on here for the last while.
I came to soak up yall's game and it worked.
Thanks guys!
equality AND chivalry? those are kinda polar opposites...im not getting what u are saying
Hes saying that females want to scream equality only when it suits them. When it doesnt they want men to be chivalrus and place them on pedestals. If youre our equal, then you should approach us, much like you expect us to.
There are many women out there with zero personality. It's a sad thing but true. They focus so much on the physical they rarely have time to focus on anything else. There was a line in The Last Temptation of Christ which made a shit load of sense. The "angel" tells Jesus to go inside with Mary's sister which was just flirting with him and telling him to go inside for a little while. He didn't want to at first but the "angel" told him," There is only one woman with a million faces." (or something to that effect). For the most part, this is true. It isn't even their fault and that's the saddest part of it all. Society and a white male dominated mindset has objectified women and made them something one should only oggle and praise for beauty. Most men accept that and pretty much only go for looks. Although there are many men nowadays who realize sometimes its better to get with an 8 who has much more to offer than just looks than a 10 with absolutely nothing else to offer.
I hear a lot of niggas talking about having game and we had the whole Mouthpiece Vs. Looks disscusion. But am I the only one noticing that a lot of chicks have no mouthpiece whatsover and that their main game is just looking good and hoping a nigga come scoop them up and marry them. They seem to just wait for a dude to say something but some don't even know how to let a dude know that they feeling him. A lot of women expect that you know when she is ready. Women will not go out of their way like men do to find their ideal men. So I guess it's all on us niggas to go out here and open our mouth and holla.
I got the funniest story on the subject. (Colin Warning - but worth it.)
Me and my guys met up one year to party in L.A. some years back. There were 3 of us, and we've been cool since college.
Anyhow, we step out to party dressed to mack, and armed to charm. We were younger around this time, so we has a NO HESITATION rule. When you see a broad, you HAD to holler, or you HAD to buy a round for every time you violated (I said we were younger).
Anyway, my boy did something legendary that night. We saw him eyeing a female who looked really good. And here he is embarrassing the crew by just leering. We immediately enforced the rule on him, even though he seemed kinda shook. To make it worse, we clowin' him mad hard and laughin' while taunting him about the bullet holes she's about to riddle him with. So, understanding what the consequences are, he heads in.
He spits his game at the broad and she's cutting him the fuck down. We can tell it wasn't a good look by his demeanor . . . So we are bawling in laughter as he returns on his long walk of shame, and cracking jokes like "Dawg, can't you do something about all those leaks, you're sprinkling everywhere! We're gonna drown in this bitch. Get it under control man!". But us being good sports already had a drink for him, and he's still crew so then we hit him with the "you gonna let a little rejection blow you?". He especially hates the smirk on my face, and says, fuck you and marches right back over there. I swear, the dude grew a foot tall with each step back to ol' girl. I've never seen ANYBODY go from being demoralized to the epitome of confidence and esteem in mere seconds. All we could see from a distance was his ill posture, one had in pocket the other holding his drink casually smirking smugly here and there. BUT what was equally astonishing was the transformation of this breezie's attitude. She went from a dismissive cunt, to a combination of clearly flustered and oddly uncertain expressions staggered by bated smiles/laughter. She then goes into her purse pulls out a pen & paper, writes on it, and hands it to him. We are like "What the fuck just happened?". Smirks all gone, replaced by curious/confused grimace. He walks back even taller than when he left, and walks right up to me and shoves the number in my jacket pocket and gives me a couple sharp pats to the front shoulder/chest area. Clearly impressed and shocked we asked WHAT HAPPENED!!?
Here's the exchange:
Him- Say, come here for a second, I forgot something.
Her: You again?
Him- Yeah, it's seems our initial exchange was incomplete?
Her: I mean, your game was weak. What can say?
Him- Hmmm, Glad you brought that up. Because ironically I don't think you know anything about game. Matter of fact, I can prove it! But if you got game I'll buy your next round and peel.
Her: Prove it?
Him- Yeah, prove it . . . indulge me.
Her: How's that?
Him- See, men are the only people that got game, because we approach women daily. So we make your job easy, all you gotta do is look good and you're crippled because you don't get any practice.
Her: So what you saying?
Him- Peep. We're gonna start this over. But I'm gonna give you a fair opportunity to holler at me. Which is more than what you gave me. I'm mean since you're so bad and all. Let's see if you got more than a pretty face.
Her: Ok. (she starts) Hello, I'm so and so. What's your name?
Him- Boring, but necessary.
Her: Is this your hangout?
Him- Lame, very unoriginal. Try again.
Her: Umm, . .
Him- Keep going . . .
Her: Do you have a girlfriend?
Him- Too serious, too soon. See, you can't even get out the starting gates.
Her: I mean, I would've come up with something.
Him- You get a E for effort. And that's generous.
Her: Come on now, I know I did better than that.
Him- You didn't even get the number! (chuckling)
Her: But it's all to build attraction right?
Him- Yeah but we have to look the part, rap your ears off, be smooth from the gate, and holding 10 inches all to get the nod. But now you know we put in work.
Her: (laughing)
Him- Told you, no game.
Her: Ok, I was a little harsh.
Him- A little?! I guess what you lack in game you make up for in understatement.
Her: (lauging)
Him- So much for that drink. (laughing)
Her: Looking . . .
Him- Well, thanks for indulging me. You's a good sport (about it).
Her: Smiling.
Him- Check it, I'mma get back to my peoples. Let's get up later.
Her: How?
Him- You can slide me them digits, and we can talk outside the influence of bad music and poorly executed (interior) design.
Her: You stupid!
Him- Uh, huh. ©
This really happened. And it was the best reversal I've ever heard of or seen in my life. And he did it by proving, at least in this case, that women in general don't 'got' game. Whether they need it or not is beside the point.
Shit was mad funny!
JG
i think most men prefer a woman without a mouthpiece
writer Helen Rowland said it best: “A man is like a cat; chase him and he will run - Sit still and ignore him and he'll come purring at your feet”
I got the funniest story on the subject. (Colin Warning - but worth it.)
Me and my guys met up one year to party in L.A. some years back. There were 3 of us, and we've been cool since college.
Anyhow, we step out to party dressed to mack, and armed to charm. We were younger around this time, so we has a NO HESITATION rule. When you see a broad, you HAD to holler, or you HAD to buy a round for every time you violated (I said we were younger).
Anyway, my boy did something legendary that night. We saw him eyeing a female who looked really good. And here he is embarrassing the crew by just leering. We immediately enforced the rule on him, even though he seemed kinda shook. To make it worse, we clowin' him mad hard and laughin' while taunting him about the bullet holes she's about to riddle him with. So, understanding what the consequences are, he heads in.
He spits his game at the broad and she's cutting him the fuck down. We can tell it wasn't a good look by his demeanor . . . So we are bawling in laughter as he returns on his long walk of shame, and cracking jokes like "Dawg, can't you do something about all those leaks, you're sprinkling everywhere! We're gonna drown in this bitch. Get it under control man!". But us being good sports already had a drink for him, and he's still crew so then we hit him with the "you gonna let a little rejection blow you?". He especially hates the smirk on my face, and says, fuck you and marches right back over there. I swear, the dude grew a foot tall with each step back to ol' girl. I've never seen ANYBODY go from being demoralized to the epitome of confidence and esteem in mere seconds. All we could see from a distance was his ill posture, one had in pocket the other holding his drink casually smirking smugly here and there. BUT what was equally astonishing was the transformation of this breezie's attitude. She went from a dismissive cunt, to a combination of clearly flustered and oddly uncertain expressions staggered by bated smiles/laughter. She then goes into her purse pulls out a pen & paper, writes on it, and hands it to him. We are like "What the fuck just happened?". Smirks all gone, replaced by curious/confused grimace. He walks back even taller than when he left, and walks right up to me and shoves the number in my jacket pocket and gives me a couple sharp pats to the front shoulder/chest area. Clearly impressed and shocked we asked WHAT HAPPENED!!?
Here's the exchange:
Him- Say, come here for a second, I forgot something.
Her: You again?
Him- Yeah, it's seems our initial exchange was incomplete?
Her: I mean, your game was weak. What can say?
Him- Hmmm, Glad you brought that up. Because ironically I don't think you know anything about game. Matter of fact, I can prove it! But if you got game I'll buy your next round and peel.
Her: Prove it?
Him- Yeah, prove it . . . indulge me.
Her: How's that?
Him- See, men are the only people that got game, because we approach women daily. So we make your job easy, all you gotta do is look good and you're crippled because you don't get any practice.
Her: So what you saying?
Him- Peep. We're gonna start this over. But I'm gonna give you a fair opportunity to holler at me. Which is more than what you gave me. I'm mean since you're so bad and all. Let's see if you got more than a pretty face.
Her: Ok. (she starts) Hello, I'm so and so. What's your name?
Him- Boring, but necessary.
Her: Is this your hangout?
Him- Lame, very unoriginal. Try again.
Her: Umm, . .
Him- Keep going . . .
Her: Do you have a girlfriend?
Him- Too serious, too soon. See, you can't even get out the starting gates.
Her: I mean, I would've come up with something.
Him- You get a E for effort. And that's generous.
Her: Come on now, I know I did better than that.
Him- You didn't even get the number! (chuckling)
Her: But it's all to build attraction right?
Him- Yeah but we have to look the part, rap your ears off, be smooth from the gate, and holding 10 inches all to get the nod. But now you know we put in work.
Her: (laughing)
Him- Told you, no game.
Her: Ok, I was a little harsh.
Him- A little?! I guess what you lack in game you make up for in understatement.
Her: (lauging)
Him- So much for that drink. (laughing)
Her: Looking . . .
Him- Well, thanks for indulging me. You's a good sport (about it).
Her: Smiling.
Him- Check it, I'mma get back to my peoples. Let's get up later.
Her: How?
Him- You can slide me them digits, and we can talk outside the influence of bad music and poorly executed (interior) design.
Her: You stupid!
Him- Uh, huh. ©
This really happened. And it was the best reversal I've ever heard of or seen in my life. And he did it by proving, at least in this case, that women in general don't 'got' game. Whether they need it or not is beside the point.
Shit was mad funny!
JG
I got the funniest story on the subject. (Colin Warning - but worth it.)
Me and my guys met up one year to party in L.A. some years back. There were 3 of us, and we've been cool since college.
Anyhow, we step out to party dressed to mack, and armed to charm. We were younger around this time, so we has a NO HESITATION rule. When you see a broad, you HAD to holler, or you HAD to buy a round for every time you violated (I said we were younger).
Anyway, my boy did something legendary that night. We saw him eyeing a female who looked really good. And here he is embarrassing the crew by just leering. We immediately enforced the rule on him, even though he seemed kinda shook. To make it worse, we clowin' him mad hard and laughin' while taunting him about the bullet holes she's about to riddle him with. So, understanding what the consequences are, he heads in.
He spits his game at the broad and she's cutting him the fuck down. We can tell it wasn't a good look by his demeanor . . . So we are bawling in laughter as he returns on his long walk of shame, and cracking jokes like "Dawg, can't you do something about all those leaks, you're sprinkling everywhere! We're gonna drown in this bitch. Get it under control man!". But us being good sports already had a drink for him, and he's still crew so then we hit him with the "you gonna let a little rejection blow you?". He especially hates the smirk on my face, and says, fuck you and marches right back over there. I swear, the dude grew a foot tall with each step back to ol' girl. I've never seen ANYBODY go from being demoralized to the epitome of confidence and esteem in mere seconds. All we could see from a distance was his ill posture, one had in pocket the other holding his drink casually smirking smugly here and there. BUT what was equally astonishing was the transformation of this breezie's attitude. She went from a dismissive cunt, to a combination of clearly flustered and oddly uncertain expressions staggered by bated smiles/laughter. She then goes into her purse pulls out a pen & paper, writes on it, and hands it to him. We are like "What the fuck just happened?". Smirks all gone, replaced by curious/confused grimace. He walks back even taller than when he left, and walks right up to me and shoves the number in my jacket pocket and gives me a couple sharp pats to the front shoulder/chest area. Clearly impressed and shocked we asked WHAT HAPPENED!!?
Here's the exchange:
Him- Say, come here for a second, I forgot something.
Her: You again?
Him- Yeah, it's seems our initial exchange was incomplete?
Her: I mean, your game was weak. What can say?
Him- Hmmm, Glad you brought that up. Because ironically I don't think you know anything about game. Matter of fact, I can prove it! But if you got game I'll buy your next round and peel.
Her: Prove it?
Him- Yeah, prove it . . . indulge me.
Her: How's that?
Him- See, men are the only people that got game, because we approach women daily. So we make your job easy, all you gotta do is look good and you're crippled because you don't get any practice.
Her: So what you saying?
Him- Peep. We're gonna start this over. But I'm gonna give you a fair opportunity to holler at me. Which is more than what you gave me. I'm mean since you're so bad and all. Let's see if you got more than a pretty face.
Her: Ok. (she starts) Hello, I'm so and so. What's your name?
Him- Boring, but necessary.
Her: Is this your hangout?
Him- Lame, very unoriginal. Try again.
Her: Umm, . .
Him- Keep going . . .
Her: Do you have a girlfriend?
Him- Too serious, too soon. See, you can't even get out the starting gates.
Her: I mean, I would've come up with something.
Him- You get a E for effort. And that's generous.
Her: Come on now, I know I did better than that.
Him- You didn't even get the number! (chuckling)
Her: But it's all to build attraction right?
Him- Yeah but we have to look the part, rap your ears off, be smooth from the gate, and holding 10 inches all to get the nod. But now you know we put in work.
Her: (laughing)
Him- Told you, no game.
Her: Ok, I was a little harsh.
Him- A little?! I guess what you lack in game you make up for in understatement.
Her: (lauging)
Him- So much for that drink. (laughing)
Her: Looking . . .
Him- Well, thanks for indulging me. You's a good sport (about it).
Her: Smiling.
Him- Check it, I'mma get back to my peoples. Let's get up later.
Her: How?
Him- You can slide me them digits, and we can talk outside the influence of bad music and poorly executed (interior) design.
Her: You stupid!
Him- Uh, huh. ©
This really happened. And it was the best reversal I've ever heard of or seen in my life. And he did it by proving, at least in this case, that women in general don't 'got' game. Whether they need it or not is beside the point.
Shit was mad funny!
JG
I got the funniest story on the subject. (Colin Warning - but worth it.)
Me and my guys met up one year to party in L.A. some years back. There were 3 of us, and we've been cool since college.
Anyhow, we step out to party dressed to mack, and armed to charm. We were younger around this time, so we has a NO HESITATION rule. When you see a broad, you HAD to holler, or you HAD to buy a round for every time you violated (I said we were younger).
Anyway, my boy did something legendary that night. We saw him eyeing a female who looked really good. And here he is embarrassing the crew by just leering. We immediately enforced the rule on him, even though he seemed kinda shook. To make it worse, we clowin' him mad hard and laughin' while taunting him about the bullet holes she's about to riddle him with. So, understanding what the consequences are, he heads in.
He spits his game at the broad and she's cutting him the fuck down. We can tell it wasn't a good look by his demeanor . . . So we are bawling in laughter as he returns on his long walk of shame, and cracking jokes like "Dawg, can't you do something about all those leaks, you're sprinkling everywhere! We're gonna drown in this bitch. Get it under control man!". But us being good sports already had a drink for him, and he's still crew so then we hit him with the "you gonna let a little rejection blow you?". He especially hates the smirk on my face, and says, fuck you and marches right back over there. I swear, the dude grew a foot tall with each step back to ol' girl. I've never seen ANYBODY go from being demoralized to the epitome of confidence and esteem in mere seconds. All we could see from a distance was his ill posture, one had in pocket the other holding his drink casually smirking smugly here and there. BUT what was equally astonishing was the transformation of this breezie's attitude. She went from a dismissive cunt, to a combination of clearly flustered and oddly uncertain expressions staggered by bated smiles/laughter. She then goes into her purse pulls out a pen & paper, writes on it, and hands it to him. We are like "What the fuck just happened?". Smirks all gone, replaced by curious/confused grimace. He walks back even taller than when he left, and walks right up to me and shoves the number in my jacket pocket and gives me a couple sharp pats to the front shoulder/chest area. Clearly impressed and shocked we asked WHAT HAPPENED!!?
Here's the exchange:
Him- Say, come here for a second, I forgot something.
Her: You again?
Him- Yeah, it's seems our initial exchange was incomplete?
Her: I mean, your game was weak. What can say?
Him- Hmmm, Glad you brought that up. Because ironically I don't think you know anything about game. Matter of fact, I can prove it! But if you got game I'll buy your next round and peel.
Her: Prove it?
Him- Yeah, prove it . . . indulge me.
Her: How's that?
Him- See, men are the only people that got game, because we approach women daily. So we make your job easy, all you gotta do is look good and you're crippled because you don't get any practice.
Her: So what you saying?
Him- Peep. We're gonna start this over. But I'm gonna give you a fair opportunity to holler at me. Which is more than what you gave me. I'm mean since you're so bad and all. Let's see if you got more than a pretty face.
Her: Ok. (she starts) Hello, I'm so and so. What's your name?
Him- Boring, but necessary.
Her: Is this your hangout?
Him- Lame, very unoriginal. Try again.
Her: Umm, . .
Him- Keep going . . .
Her: Do you have a girlfriend?
Him- Too serious, too soon. See, you can't even get out the starting gates.
Her: I mean, I would've come up with something.
Him- You get a E for effort. And that's generous.
Her: Come on now, I know I did better than that.
Him- You didn't even get the number! (chuckling)
Her: But it's all to build attraction right?
Him- Yeah but we have to look the part, rap your ears off, be smooth from the gate, and holding 10 inches all to get the nod. But now you know we put in work.
Her: (laughing)
Him- Told you, no game.
Her: Ok, I was a little harsh.
Him- A little?! I guess what you lack in game you make up for in understatement.
Her: (lauging)
Him- So much for that drink. (laughing)
Her: Looking . . .
Him- Well, thanks for indulging me. You's a good sport (about it).
Her: Smiling.
Him- Check it, I'mma get back to my peoples. Let's get up later.
Her: How?
Him- You can slide me them digits, and we can talk outside the influence of bad music and poorly executed (interior) design.
Her: You stupid!
Him- Uh, huh. ©
This really happened. And it was the best reversal I've ever heard of or seen in my life. And he did it by proving, at least in this case, that women in general don't 'got' game. Whether they need it or not is beside the point.
Shit was mad funny!
JG
You know you 'done' open a can of worms with that story, now your gonna have simps Nation wide, trying to memorizing those lines, giving them false hope that they can now finally pull that dime piece that been alluding them, all their life, just by using that technique.
What they need to ask themselves instead is can a chick, you have no desire to be with, what so ever, get you in bed by using that same script?Nope I don't think so.
I got the funniest story on the subject. (Colin Warning - but worth it.)
Me and my guys met up one year to party in L.A. some years back. There were 3 of us, and we've been cool since college.
Anyhow, we step out to party dressed to mack, and armed to charm. We were younger around this time, so we has a NO HESITATION rule. When you see a broad, you HAD to holler, or you HAD to buy a round for every time you violated (I said we were younger).
Anyway, my boy did something legendary that night. We saw him eyeing a female who looked really good. And here he is embarrassing the crew by just leering. We immediately enforced the rule on him, even though he seemed kinda shook. To make it worse, we clowin' him mad hard and laughin' while taunting him about the bullet holes she's about to riddle him with. So, understanding what the consequences are, he heads in.
He spits his game at the broad and she's cutting him the fuck down. We can tell it wasn't a good look by his demeanor . . . So we are bawling in laughter as he returns on his long walk of shame, and cracking jokes like "Dawg, can't you do something about all those leaks, you're sprinkling everywhere! We're gonna drown in this bitch. Get it under control man!". But us being good sports already had a drink for him, and he's still crew so then we hit him with the "you gonna let a little rejection blow you?". He especially hates the smirk on my face, and says, fuck you and marches right back over there. I swear, the dude grew a foot tall with each step back to ol' girl. I've never seen ANYBODY go from being demoralized to the epitome of confidence and esteem in mere seconds. All we could see from a distance was his ill posture, one had in pocket the other holding his drink casually smirking smugly here and there. BUT what was equally astonishing was the transformation of this breezie's attitude. She went from a dismissive cunt, to a combination of clearly flustered and oddly uncertain expressions staggered by bated smiles/laughter. She then goes into her purse pulls out a pen & paper, writes on it, and hands it to him. We are like "What the fuck just happened?". Smirks all gone, replaced by curious/confused grimace. He walks back even taller than when he left, and walks right up to me and shoves the number in my jacket pocket and gives me a couple sharp pats to the front shoulder/chest area. Clearly impressed and shocked we asked WHAT HAPPENED!!?
Here's the exchange:
Him- Say, come here for a second, I forgot something.
Her: You again?
Him- Yeah, it's seems our initial exchange was incomplete?
Her: I mean, your game was weak. What can say?
Him- Hmmm, Glad you brought that up. Because ironically I don't think you know anything about game. Matter of fact, I can prove it! But if you got game I'll buy your next round and peel.
Her: Prove it?
Him- Yeah, prove it . . . indulge me.
Her: How's that?
Him- See, men are the only people that got game, because we approach women daily. So we make your job easy, all you gotta do is look good and you're crippled because you don't get any practice.
Her: So what you saying?
Him- Peep. We're gonna start this over. But I'm gonna give you a fair opportunity to holler at me. Which is more than what you gave me. I'm mean since you're so bad and all. Let's see if you got more than a pretty face.
Her: Ok. (she starts) Hello, I'm so and so. What's your name?
Him- Boring, but necessary.
Her: Is this your hangout?
Him- Lame, very unoriginal. Try again.
Her: Umm, . .
Him- Keep going . . .
Her: Do you have a girlfriend?
Him- Too serious, too soon. See, you can't even get out the starting gates.
Her: I mean, I would've come up with something.
Him- You get a E for effort. And that's generous.
Her: Come on now, I know I did better than that.
Him- You didn't even get the number! (chuckling)
Her: But it's all to build attraction right?
Him- Yeah but we have to look the part, rap your ears off, be smooth from the gate, and holding 10 inches all to get the nod. But now you know we put in work.
Her: (laughing)
Him- Told you, no game.
Her: Ok, I was a little harsh.
Him- A little?! I guess what you lack in game you make up for in understatement.
Her: (lauging)
Him- So much for that drink. (laughing)
Her: Looking . . .
Him- Well, thanks for indulging me. You's a good sport (about it).
Her: Smiling.
Him- Check it, I'mma get back to my peoples. Let's get up later.
Her: How?
Him- You can slide me them digits, and we can talk outside the influence of bad music and poorly executed (interior) design.
Her: You stupid!
Him- Uh, huh. ©
This really happened. And it was the best reversal I've ever heard of or seen in my life. And he did it by proving, at least in this case, that women in general don't 'got' game. Whether they need it or not is beside the point.
Shit was mad funny!
JG
Woman of all races are all pretty similar, the biggest difference are of course the religious and cultural differenes and how women of a homogenious society tend not to date outside their race. The biggest thing I can point out about black women, is that they tend to all a more ridged notion of what an ideal man is, and they tend to be less diverse than us guys, meaning you have a whole lot of women trying to get a hand full of guys. And unlike us, many women would rather get played out, dogged and even used rather then drop their standareds or explore a different option with us guys.
Funny when they do realize that they are chasing a dream and a change is in order, they sometimes go to the extreame and wind up dating other women, or white guys.Some would rather go that rout than date black guys out side the parameters of what they feel a perfect man is.
Another thing many young black women tend to over evaluate their looks, got 5's thinking in their heart, they are at least a good 9, its almost like they are convinced that their looks is the only thing they have to offer, and rather that deal with who they are, they'll rather lie to themselves and others, to make themselves feel more acceptable.
Woman of all races are all pretty similar, the biggest difference are of course the religious and cultural differenes and how women of a homogenious society tend not to date outside their race. The biggest thing I can point out about black women, is that they tend to all a more ridged notion of what an ideal man is, and they tend to be less diverse than us guys, meaning you have a whole lot of women trying to get a hand full of guys. And unlike us, many women would rather get played out, dogged and even used rather then drop their standareds or explore a different option with us guys.
Funny when they do realize that they are chasing a dream and a change is in order, they sometimes go to the extreame and wind up dating other women, or white guys.Some would rather go that rout than date black guys out side the parameters of what they feel a perfect man is.
Another thing many young black women tend to over evaluate their looks, got 5's thinking in their heart, they are at least a good 9, its almost like they are convinced that their looks is the only thing they have to offer, and rather that deal with who they are, they'll rather lie to themselves and others, to make themselves feel more acceptable.
the aggressive ones are looked at like whores and often intimating
i think most men prefer a woman without a mouthpiece
I would say that this "shyness", as I would like to call it, evolved from women shying away from damaging the fragile male ego.
You see, often times a woman that does make the first move is labeled forward or fast.
I guess it's because some men believe if this lady had the courage to step to them with any type of easy or finesse- they imagine her having initiated conversations (and more) with scores of other men.
That idea doesn't sit easy with some men. So to keep the male psyche at easy, some of us find it easier to let the men think that they chose us.
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No not if they just want to fuck. But if she want to keep her man...yes she will.Women don't have to have game. It's traditionally the man's role to pursue. In exchange for that the woman is to cook, clean, and do other traditionally female tasks. These traditional roles have sort of dwindled, but I have no problem approaching a woman, because I expect her to do her traditional thing, as I should. If she doesn't uphold her end of the bargain she's out of there.
No not if they just want to fuck. But if she want to keep her man...yes she will.![]()
Expound on that playa...
Like i was saying in my post above what game is. convincing someone to do something that you want them to do in a way that makes it sound beneficial to them.
If she wants to keep a guy interested past the hit it and quit it she better have the ability to keep him on his toes, and ability to convince him to do shit that benefits both of them.
Double R,
Beyond THAT, I REALLY hope that in a desperate circumstance, should one elect to use that approach, that they DO use it on a true dime . . . not some wildebeast. I HATE when kats throw GOOD game at the 1-6's.
JG
Double R,
Beyond THAT, I REALLY hope that in a desperate circumstance, should one elect to use that approach, that they DO use it on a true dime . . . not some wildebeast. I HATE when kats throw GOOD game at the 1-6's.
JG
Gat-Damn-it say it one more time!!!
Hate when nigga's be throwing prime spit, impressing bequanda and her crew.
Colin Alert
I made a rant about generic females a while ago.
http://spartanethic.wordpress.com/2009/08/29/rants-you-may-have-missed-part-1/
herewithliz, you’re confused. What you fail to understand is that most men don’t want the same thing. One can easily find what could be called a generic american chick but you would have to try hard to find a generic american man. Men are less uniform in just about every way. The world requires us to specialize in just about everything we do, both professionally and personally. Do you want to be a doctor or a lawyer. A bodybuilder or a runner. A soldier or a sailor. Nearly every decision we make is one or the other. Do you want a runway model or a pinup? Women on the other hand tend to generalize. Any rich man will do. What kind of doctor does a man want to be? Pick one. What kind of doctor does a woman want to marry? A dentist or an endocrinologist? How about a lawyer? Or an entrepreneur? How about whoever she runs into first?
Men are specific in the kind of women we want as well. If generic american chick doesn’t do it for you, then you’re screwed. Occasionally I’ll meet someone who looks like Christina Hendricks and the result is always the same. She ends up with some loser who wants her to be more generic instead of with me, a man that likes her as is. I’m 6′6 and workout so a chick like her is perfect for me. The problem is that she starts listening to someone like you and that ruins everything. Even if I can find a Christina-ish chick, it doesn’t matter because she mopes around hating herself and eventually me. Why? Her opinion of herself is low and I’m guilty by association. If she’s crap and I want her, then I must be even lower on the totem pole. People like you put that crap in their heads. It’s so bad that I can attract a bikini model easier than the girl next door even though I prefer the girls next door who massively outnumber the models.
Nobody wins when you tell people this crap. No man actually wants a generic chick. None! I can’t find a decent chick, she hates herself, and ends up competing with the same pool of generic females and vying for the attention of a man that doesn’t want her specifically. People like you are the reason why most american women are incapable of real genuine happiness. They sit around wondering why no man has chosen them but he has no reason to. Men don’t choose generic women, they just give up. I know a ton of guys stacking money to the ceiling who are still looking for the right woman and many are ready to give up and move overseas or just live alone for the rest of their lives. You are obviously incapable of following the male thought process so why don’t you leave it to the professionals, you know, people with fully functioning penises.
i think most men prefer a woman without a mouthpiece
I believe that what he said might be the end of the thread.
I can't speak for all women, but I believe evolution has something to do with our natural posture when it comes to letting men approach us. In the wild, no animal wants a wimp for a partner. You want someone who has guts. Guts enough to overcome normal fears, go out there and get, get, get it.
An easy way to weed out the gutless is to lay back and see who has the cajones to come to you.
He who hesitates is lost. Thanks Darwin.
On the contrary, I understand you completely. I have to play the game, but I still see flaws in it. Yes I understand that playing "eyetag," a smile, a "look," her walking close to you with out saying something is her telling you she wants your attention. But sometimes Ill ignore them just to see if they have the guts to speak. Those little "games" are for the birds, miss me with that shit. All you have to do is say hello and Ill do the rest, but some of you cant even do that. It seems like the vast majority of females overlook the fact that the ratio in most public places are atleast 2 to 1, so why play coy when you have more competition than I do???
Colin Alert
I made a rant about generic females a while ago.
http://spartanethic.wordpress.com/2009/08/29/rants-you-may-have-missed-part-1/
It's kind of long and it's about this chick.
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That was an interesting take Regulus![]()