I'll Talk to You Later On

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"What is it about men? You're supposed to be the confident ones. You're supposed to be chasing us," she said. "It takes some of the excitement away if we keep having to shout: 'Hurry up!'"



She was in a mood that evening. Brimming full of questions. She was also on television. Whatever the case, I didn't like the answer that the guy gave her. Kind of P.C. if you know what I mean. Valid questions aren't answered on television the way they should be, and do you know why? Because of ratings. Networks are worried constantly about their demographics. This or that group that could feel insulted and leave the watching television audience. Literally boycott their show with their eyes. And in doing so, strip them of their vital revenue.



So television is not the proper place to find answers to burning questions. They'll never go against the status quo. So? Where do you go then? Right here! I'll tell you what you need to know. You may not want to hear it, but it'll be what you NEED to know, or at least it'll answer those pesky questions that you were too afraid to ask. Like the one above. Men are 'SUPPOSED' to be the confident ones. Who says? Who wrote that shit down on the two stone tablets given to Moses in fine print on the bottom? Huh?



Women should be the confident ones in the initiation of a date, or a relation- ship because they are the ones with all the power. Well I shouldn't say power. They are the ones with the bait. Women are the fishermen, and men are the sharks. Our dating principles fall along those very same lines. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. Sharks troll the waters, looking to eat fishermen for lunch. Fishermen fish the waters, seeking to eat a shark for dinner. The bar, club, party, reception, wedding, that's the waters. When a woman goes out for the evening she spends most of the time in the bathroom before a mirror checking her face, hair and clothing. She has to have everything just right. Like a fisherman preparing to go fishing, he checks his tackle box for bait, lures, hooks, lines, sinkers. He has to have everything just right.



Notice, a fucking shark does not do this. It's waiting for an attack. It's moving, confidently in the waters. Or one might think. When you see the fisherman climb aboard the boat on the waters, it's very clear who has all the power. It's him. He has the bait, and he is teasing the shark who is, for a lack of a better term, hungry. The fisherman isn't all that committed in the game to stick his arm in the water and splash it about, and neither is a woman 100% invested. Not unless she wants to be.



Men aren't given that option. When we move in for the kill, we are 100% invested. We are nothing but teeth and body. We find the bait, find it desirable as food and rush for it, clamping down with all of the power of our jaws and are suddenly caught. Once we've taken the bait, we are done. There is no turning back.

It's because of this investment that makes us reluctant to bite. You may wonder why game fish keep getting caught. Makes no sense, right? You can put one trout in a pool of water, put bait on a hook and toss it in. The trout, upon finding it, will snap it up. You reel this dumb fuck in, grab him, pull the hook painfully out of his mouth, and toss him back in. Do you know you can put more bait on the end of the hook and toss it back in and POW. The trout will snap it up again. Can you imagine that? Is it because they are a bunch of dumb fucks? Possibly.



I'll tell you the real reason. It's because of instinct. Men will keep going back to the bait... women. It's just program- med into us to risk it all. It doesn't make us confident. It backs us up into a corner to deal with the dynamic. If you want to swim, ergo you have to get wet. If you want to get laid, ergo you have to go for the bait.



A woman that has the balls to tell a man to 'Hurry up', is basically splashing a tit in the water. She's invested as much as the shark in this contest and is taking the risk, meeting the same challenge...if you want to get laid, ergo, splash a tit. OR PLAY IT SAFE, and use your bait. Sometimes her bait aint shit. Like in real life, the older the bait gets, the less it's worth. Same with women and their 'bait'. Take a sixteen year old and a ninety year old to the same club and see who goes home with the most telephone numbers. Sorry. Like I said, who wrote the rules? It damn sure wasn't me.



So...did that answer the question? Need I say more. I can you know. And I will on future blog posts, but for now. I'll end it at this. Women, if you want men to hurry up and hit on you, get more invested. Walk up to him and say, "Hey you." Make that first move and share the risk instead of dangling bait. Assertive women go home with more.

Splash a tit.

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