Celerity
Well-Known Member
I have a serious problem understanding where the human race is going in terms of social behaviors.
I've been dating. Most of you couldn't give a shit, maybe 2 or so you do.
I am completely honest. I tell women that I'm aloof, serious, prone to surreal behavior and very quiet.
And they all think it's romantic. Then they meet me, and they think it's quirky.
Second date they are humping my leg going off on this "Are you mad at me?" shit and generally irritating me with the requests to "Cheer up" and "Talk to me!".
It's like I was just kidding when I told them the truth - If I don't have anything to say, I plain won't talk. Simple. Cut and dry. And whenever I get a woman that "says" she's either cool with that, or that it makes me "mysterious" I get all excited that there may be someone for me.
Then it goes sour. It's a rollercoaster that quite frankly, I'm sick of. For the first time in my single life I'm actually stressed out. I have "complications" in my life and the very thought of it makes me sick. Now, the mystery and why I turn to my Honda fellas for help:
I meet tons of women now. I hate most of them. Floozies and sluts - all fucked in the head and while they cry out for someone to respect them - It's simply impossible. How many girls have we each, all of us, found that we were willing to give a shot to only to find her giving head behind some bar to someone she just met? If you've seen it once, it's enough to make you sick as well.
It seems the very thing that women want in life, they do all in their power to guarantee they NOT get. And that's simply bullshit. My caring and infinite concern for their situations turns to loathing and pity in a heartbeat. Once again, they say they want someone like me, but what they REALLY want are free drinks and a ticket to easy-street stamped by the throbbing member of the first guy with the gumption to simply whip it out.
It's clear that this behavior is below me.
So I trudge onward, Finding and courting a woman in my own dignified way. And like I posted several months ago - the results are the same all the time. I wait, take my time and truly see if it's the person I'm willing to let into the Circle of Cel®, And within a week's time they have trounced off with someone else who simply rolled the die higher and faster. I wait to let women learn me for who I really am, without the aid of simply talking for hours about "How great I am".
And while I'm demonstrating the goods, They are signing the papers on something else.
I can do this all year long. Well, at least until I finally snap and go serial on a group of unsuspecting girls. The real problem is something else new to me. Behold:
Is my ex doing this?
Talk about emotional baggage. On the advice of so many people I have finally let go of all the rotten shit she's done. I haven't forgiven, nor forgot, but I have managed to put her on a neutral "I don't hate her, but I don't like her" ground. I haven't forgotten what bad she did to me, but I have managed to be indifferent about the whole thing.
Then something evil happened. She called me. And was nice.
Now, all of this work to put her on a balanced and indifferent grounds, has merely afforded an opportunity for her to weasle back in. Now when she calls me crying and apologetic, I not listen but I feel for the girl.
This is a huge problem.
Cliff's Notes: Because of the irrational behavior of women, and the overly accomodating nature of my own psyche - I'm now open to all sorts of issues, baggage, and complications in my life. I need an answer.
-> Steve
I've been dating. Most of you couldn't give a shit, maybe 2 or so you do.
I am completely honest. I tell women that I'm aloof, serious, prone to surreal behavior and very quiet.
And they all think it's romantic. Then they meet me, and they think it's quirky.
Second date they are humping my leg going off on this "Are you mad at me?" shit and generally irritating me with the requests to "Cheer up" and "Talk to me!".
It's like I was just kidding when I told them the truth - If I don't have anything to say, I plain won't talk. Simple. Cut and dry. And whenever I get a woman that "says" she's either cool with that, or that it makes me "mysterious" I get all excited that there may be someone for me.
Then it goes sour. It's a rollercoaster that quite frankly, I'm sick of. For the first time in my single life I'm actually stressed out. I have "complications" in my life and the very thought of it makes me sick. Now, the mystery and why I turn to my Honda fellas for help:
I meet tons of women now. I hate most of them. Floozies and sluts - all fucked in the head and while they cry out for someone to respect them - It's simply impossible. How many girls have we each, all of us, found that we were willing to give a shot to only to find her giving head behind some bar to someone she just met? If you've seen it once, it's enough to make you sick as well.
It seems the very thing that women want in life, they do all in their power to guarantee they NOT get. And that's simply bullshit. My caring and infinite concern for their situations turns to loathing and pity in a heartbeat. Once again, they say they want someone like me, but what they REALLY want are free drinks and a ticket to easy-street stamped by the throbbing member of the first guy with the gumption to simply whip it out.
It's clear that this behavior is below me.
So I trudge onward, Finding and courting a woman in my own dignified way. And like I posted several months ago - the results are the same all the time. I wait, take my time and truly see if it's the person I'm willing to let into the Circle of Cel®, And within a week's time they have trounced off with someone else who simply rolled the die higher and faster. I wait to let women learn me for who I really am, without the aid of simply talking for hours about "How great I am".
And while I'm demonstrating the goods, They are signing the papers on something else.
I can do this all year long. Well, at least until I finally snap and go serial on a group of unsuspecting girls. The real problem is something else new to me. Behold:
Is my ex doing this?
Talk about emotional baggage. On the advice of so many people I have finally let go of all the rotten shit she's done. I haven't forgiven, nor forgot, but I have managed to put her on a neutral "I don't hate her, but I don't like her" ground. I haven't forgotten what bad she did to me, but I have managed to be indifferent about the whole thing.
Then something evil happened. She called me. And was nice.
Now, all of this work to put her on a balanced and indifferent grounds, has merely afforded an opportunity for her to weasle back in. Now when she calls me crying and apologetic, I not listen but I feel for the girl.
This is a huge problem.
Cliff's Notes: Because of the irrational behavior of women, and the overly accomodating nature of my own psyche - I'm now open to all sorts of issues, baggage, and complications in my life. I need an answer.
-> Steve
I am also sick of fucking cockteases playing games, they are getting old and I can't stand them. Its a waste of my time. Here is a quote from a co-worker "All women are psycho and fucked in the head. The goal is to find the least psycho you can." Finding the least psycho is like finding a needle in a haystack.
