What Do Women Want?

Love

Jesus! My Parents are married and alive and just celebrated their 50th Anniversary.

You guys lost the love somewhere.

Am I wrong, or is love an agreement and sex a payment?

Love is an emotion= a tangle of body sensations and thinking processes.

A relationship is a very complex and largely unspoken agreement negotiated over time and as to which the two parties may have a misunderstanding of terms.

Sex is one aspect of most relationships that should in itself be a benefit to both parties rather than a payment by one to the other.
 
I will admit it: I skimmed over most of the responses when they started to repeat and become a bit insulting and depressing.

What *I* want (I can't speak for other women, really):

- A guy who appreciates the fact I do a lot for him. This appreciation can take pretty much any form. A smile for the fact that I cook better than most folks, for instance, or a complimentary statement to his co-worker or friend in my presence. No, I don't nag when it doesn't happen.

- Someone who at least tries to be employed. I supported someone for five years, and let's just say I didn't make enough money to keep that up. I don't need to be supported but lugging dead weight sucks.

- Someone who's comfortable with themselves. Geek? Freak? Blind? Missing his middle fingers? Socially awkward? As long as he's okay with himself, I'm okay with him.

- A guy who can figure out what I want, and do that. I don't need fancy dinner, jewelry, or whatever else one stereotypes a woman as wanting. I hate shopping. Bring me home something, anything, that shows you thought of my comfort while we were apart.

I don't dig the whole "rape" fantasy thing. What's really missing here is the fact that these "fantasies" are unrealistic; they're fantasies and that's how they roll. I mean, many men fantasize about lesbians going at it. Does that mean they want to see every pair of lesbians? Think carefully. Think Rosie & Ellen going at it like weasels. Really, really happy randy hairy weasels. Yeah. I thought not. The fantasies are about loss of control, and on the flip side how many men have thought of being tied down by a sultry vixen who uses them as her personal plaything for a week?
 
Love is an emotion= a tangle of body sensations and thinking processes.

A relationship is a very complex and largely unspoken agreement negotiated over time and as to which the two parties may have a misunderstanding of terms.

Sex is one aspect of most relationships that should in itself be a benefit to both parties rather than a payment by one to the other.

Stop it your giving me a stiffy.

Cut the politically correct meanderings.

If a woman responds to my previous post I'll succeed.

But I'm right. And most women will agree.
 
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YOU make it seem like conquest, with the kicker of capricious termination of services and no pension. .


I don't consider myself to be capricious with other people's feelings. In fact, I have of late become essentially celibate BECAUSE I am afraid I will hurt women's feelings if I am not really sure a new relationship will last. Endless opportunities for conquest and none I wish to pursue because I don't really care about conquest in itself and I don't want to hurt people's feelings. Ha! A conundrum.

The reason I am piping up is not because I am interested in your dating behavior – again, so there’s no misunderstanding or insult – but because I sense that you are championing rather than merely presently trauma-based advise.

I am trying to pass on to you and anyone else who needs it some hard-earned wisdom about the nature of men and women. I have suffered as a result of my former misunderstanding. My suffering, and that of others, could have been avoided if someone had given me this advice when I was young and I had taken it to heart. I pass it on to help others avoid same.

It is offered with the best of intentions. Take it or leave it as you choose. :) But years from now, remember what Old Acala said:

No woman worth having wants a man she can step on.

Don't ever be a servant boy, a doormat, or a windsock.

When you fully and truly embrace the realization that you would rather be alone than be with a woman who doesn't respect you, you will never have to be either.

Peace, Patriot!
 
I will admit it: I skimmed over most of the responses when they started to repeat and become a bit insulting and depressing.

What *I* want (I can't speak for other women, really):

- A guy who appreciates the fact I do a lot for him. This appreciation can take pretty much any form. A smile for the fact that I cook better than most folks, for instance, or a complimentary statement to his co-worker or friend in my presence. No, I don't nag when it doesn't happen.

- Someone who at least tries to be employed. I supported someone for five years, and let's just say I didn't make enough money to keep that up. I don't need to be supported but lugging dead weight sucks.

- Someone who's comfortable with themselves. Geek? Freak? Blind? Missing his middle fingers? Socially awkward? As long as he's okay with himself, I'm okay with him.

- A guy who can figure out what I want, and do that. I don't need fancy dinner, jewelry, or whatever else one stereotypes a woman as wanting. I hate shopping. Bring me home something, anything, that shows you thought of my comfort while we were apart.

I don't dig the whole "rape" fantasy thing. What's really missing here is the fact that these "fantasies" are unrealistic; they're fantasies and that's how they roll. I mean, many men fantasize about lesbians going at it. Does that mean they want to see every pair of lesbians? Think carefully. Think Rosie & Ellen going at it like weasels. Really, really happy randy hairy weasels. Yeah. I thought not. The fantasies are about loss of control, and on the flip side how many men have thought of being tied down by a sultry vixen who uses them as her personal plaything for a week?

What fun to find this post -- good on you!

How totally normal and more-than-reasonable does this woman sound? Someone better snap her up, but quick.

Me, I'm pretty much done cooking. It was never a skill, it was never a pleasure -- I cooked-I-use-the-term-loosely my son's favorite meal the night before he left for university and I haven't cooked since. Not once, going on three years. Not exactly a plus on my resume, but I'm still hopeful . . . in a what's-the-alternative kinda way. Plus I'm an excellent laundress. I don't like to LEAD with that, but I can always haul it out if negotiations get tough.

In for a penny, in for a pound, eh? May as well get a separate gmail address and post it. That's what I'm gonna do. There are many more readers than posters . . . like discovering extra life boats on the Titanic. ;)
 
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Yeah anyway, enough of the political correctness, or have you lost your bollocks?

Not bloody likely, mate.

I have been accused of many things and many of them have been true, but I am NEVER accused of political correctness. I cannot abide political correctness.

You agree, I trust, that political correctness is distinct from tact/diplomacy/manners et al.
 
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Not bloody likely, mate.

I have been accused of many things and many of them have been true, but I am NEVER accused of political correctness. I cannot abide political correctness.

You agree, I trust, that political correctness is distinct from tact/diplomacy/manners et al.

Fair call. I respect your fortitude.

Peace in the Valley.
 
I reckon there 2 types of women.

Ones seeking metro sexuals and others seeking real men.

After reading this, I purposefully made an inconvenient stop this evening in order to get particular photos of particular mannequins sporting particular metrosexual uber-skinny, hyper-matched, slightly-sparkly ensembles.

Alas, an unfamiliar camera and a misplaced cord . . . Would surrender TV remote control for technical assistance.

Or are we talking Crocodile-Dundee-outback-no-appliances-stuff? Swiss Family Robinson Down Under is not without conceptual charm.
 
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After reading this, I purposefully made an inconvenient stop this evening in order to get particular photos of particular mannequins sporting particular metrosexual uber-skinny hyper-matched outfits.

Alas, an unfamiliar camera and a misplaced cord . . . Would surrender TV remote control for technical assistance.

Or are we talking Crocodile-Dundee-outback-no-appliances-stuff? Swiss Family Robinson Down Under is not without conceptual charm.

Now we're into sub-classifications.

Let me sharpen my pencil...
 
Peace should be shared between self-reliant individuals.

I will go a step further and suggest that peace can ONLY be shared amongst self-reliant individuals. As soon as relationships are skewed by need and balance of power, peace is detente.
 
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After reading this, I purposefully made an inconvenient stop this evening in order to get particular photos of particular mannequins sporting particular metrosexual uber-skinny, hyper-matched, slightly-sparkly ensembles.

Alas, an unfamiliar camera and a misplaced cord . . . Would surrender TV remote control for technical assistance.

Or are we talking Crocodile-Dundee-outback-no-appliances-stuff? Swiss Family Robinson Down Under is not without conceptual charm.

Crocodile Dundee?

I lived in South Chicago for 9 years (Your Prez's stomping ground).

I'll show you a knife.
 
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