<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:35:33.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Women</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't ever get married. Wait until late in life to have children, if any. Keep yourself as independent as possible and you'll have a happy life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-7546599656209489731</id><published>2008-11-13T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:07:09.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Post</title><content type='html'>Things have changed dramatically for me in recent days. I cannot go on posting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best wishes to all my readers and thanks for the support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-7546599656209489731?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7546599656209489731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=7546599656209489731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7546599656209489731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7546599656209489731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/final-post.html' title='Final Post'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4794539983941453672</id><published>2008-11-08T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:33:39.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>I had a long talk with a friend tonight. He is in Florida and I'm a few states away.  Again, he's broken hearted as his current girlfriend won't accept his marriage proposal.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's had six "serious" relationships which all included sex and love and living together. In short, she isn't fit for love and marriage.  She is what most of us realize is a short-term whore. Most single women over 25 are exactly this; they want to have lots of sexual experience and worship the low-life guys.  Of course, they are always on the lookout for the "save for later" guys; you know, the ones who are faithful and decent, and most of all earn a decent salary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be the last sex partner in a very long line.  Think of it this way; would you propose to a woman who had just fucked an entire football team?  That's about the amount of sexual experience most single women have had.  Unless you meet a woman from a very traditional society or religious group, they are pretty much used up prostitutes by age 30.  It's sad, but that's the way it is in Western society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4794539983941453672?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4794539983941453672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4794539983941453672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4794539983941453672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4794539983941453672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2953181096716007222</id><published>2008-11-04T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:04:46.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Barack Hussein</title><content type='html'>A "buraq" or "barack" is the mythical beast rode by Muhammad to meet with Allah.  Islamic scholars used to brag that a Muslim flag would fly over America by 2010.  I guess it got here early.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obama is very bad for America. For all the abuse Republicans take, Obama is far, far worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old America of compromise, debate, and sanity is over.  It's now a very bad thing to be a Republican at any level.  My advice?  Don't advertise the fact that you care about American productivity, a healthy economy and national pride.  Simply say you like Obama and move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be weird for a number of years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2953181096716007222?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2953181096716007222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2953181096716007222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2953181096716007222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2953181096716007222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-barack-hussein.html' title='President Barack Hussein'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4524553882510148033</id><published>2008-11-02T18:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:04:02.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Friends will Always Help</title><content type='html'>When you are with a woman, being the boyfriend for a while and having sex, you will catch the attention of her friends very quickly.  The single friends will not want you around. The married friends will be happy for you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The single friends will envy your girlfriend and try and take her man away. If they cannot do that, they will look for negatives in the new boyfriend until they cause problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, since I'm only looking for short-term girlfriends, I pay close attention to the friends. With this girl I'm about to break up with, one of her friends is very negative about single men, the other is desperately trying to find things about me that she doesn't like. Eventually, I will have to make a stand and confront this issue with her friends. She won't confront them, so I'll have to break off the relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gets her friends back; and they are all single again, so they are all Best Friends Forever yet again while they wait for some perfect guy to come along.  Of course, they'll go back to screwing every guy they meet for a while, but I don't care. I'm long gone by then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women's friends will do anything to help destroy their friends relationships. It creates possibilities for them, while keeping all the girls single; so they will be able to share the same experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4524553882510148033?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4524553882510148033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4524553882510148033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4524553882510148033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4524553882510148033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/her-friends-will-always-help.html' title='Her Friends will Always Help'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-3580987391356156236</id><published>2008-11-01T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:27:28.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join Match.com!!</title><content type='html'>One thing you probably already know is that Match.com is for guys looking for relatively safe sluts. I've gone out on one-time dates with women who have been on Match.com for months and months. They've fucked guys here and there, told me they've learned a lot and had some fun, and now they are looking for a good guy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop.  Rewind.  Let's back this bitch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any woman who fucked around on Match.com is NOT fit for a relationship. It is player central.  It is for guys who use women for sex and then dump them. If you are into this, go for it. The girls love being used and dumped. If you want a halfway-decent woman, avoid the Match.com women completely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, be very careful and wear condoms if you date women from Match.com. I've heard some horror stories recently, you don't want to be careless with these women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-3580987391356156236?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3580987391356156236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=3580987391356156236' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3580987391356156236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3580987391356156236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/join-matchcom.html' title='Join Match.com!!'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-1875250170508297153</id><published>2008-10-28T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:45:20.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic and Silly Women</title><content type='html'>I got a lot of feedback on the last post, most of it from women and all of it saying the same things. Many women tell me that they were "forced" into being promiscuous because of peer pressure. "There is tremendous peer pressure to sleep around", they say. It starts in the last year of high school and is very powerful in college.  Many women don't want to be sluts, but they find they have one sex partner after another, after another, after another...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then something interesting happens. They find a guy they really bond with for some reason. They might really like his face, or some other body part, or general manner, or money, or family, etc. This one special &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Wonderful&lt;/span&gt; type guy really rings their bells and they feel this is a a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it rarely works out and they have this lost love in their past. No guy can ever measure up to that one special guy - who is usually very ordinary, but they have fixated for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've dated lots of these women, and they always sleep with me in the first three weeks. They want so desperately to be loved, so it's a mix of emotions when they find themselves becoming attached to me while still yearning for their Mr. Wonderful.  This is where the tragic reality comes in; they want to be loved, but they feel honor-bound and emotionally locked into the Mr. Wonderful from the past. It doesn't matter if he is dead, married, drunk, gay, whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time of Confusion&lt;/span&gt; is what I call it. They still really love Mike, Greg, Paul, Rick, or whoever, but they are starting to get involved with the new guy. This is the time to break up.  I've broken up with at least five women at this stage. It hurts them, but it preserves their dignity and honor. They still have the last man; it doesn't matter if they lose a really good man or someone who really loves them, they still have Mr. Wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's interesting to realize what this does. It gives you a legitimate out while giving her all the respect in the world. She wants to be with you, but she could NEVER give up the wonderful memories and possible reconnection to the special perfect someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give you an example, I've been in a great relationship with a woman who simply adores me. The sex is great - she can't have children, so no protection and she cooks for me and gives me massages, etc.  I couldn't be happier. Still, there are many women like this that want to be with me, so I don't place too high of a value on it.  She is starting to really fall for me, but there is a boyfriend on the back burner; a guy she almost married and simply adores.  Even though nobody thinks they will get back together, I always plant small seeds of possibility in her mind. On night we were walking and I asked if she would ever marry me. She said "Well, you know, marriage is the leading cause of divorce."  I paused and said, "It's funny, we are so happy together but you'd never marry me.  Mark treated you like dog shit and you were engaged and about to get married last year."  She paused and we moved on to other topics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I very softly reminded her of the depth of commitment she had with Mark, despite it being an unhappy relationship.  At the same time, I confirmed that she would never commit to me.  Here and there she mentions him and I let her talk.  When I break things off - in about two weeks, she will be very upset, but she knows that Mark is available.  Despite the abuse and the pain, they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; engaged, and he is still on her mind.  I've had my fun; I enjoyed her - emotionally and physically, and now it's time to give her back to Mark. He will be so happy to have her back that he'll behave for a while before he starts emotionally ripping her apart.  She'll be back where she is comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the cycle repeats.  I move on to the next one, stay through the Time of Confusion, then move on.  You have to do this gently and plan ahead.  In one relationship a few years ago, I stayed through the Time of Confusion and the girl got really, really, really hurt; BUT, she did admit she was still hung up on her previous boyfriend.  Stay, have fun, enjoy; when they start to fall for you, remind them very deftly of the love they once had. Let them talk their hearts out about these wonderful guys who care nothing for them.  Then move on.  They'll remember you in a positive light, and the possibility of being with their true love is still alive.  Everyone wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-1875250170508297153?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1875250170508297153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=1875250170508297153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1875250170508297153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1875250170508297153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/romantic-and-silly-women.html' title='Romantic and Silly Women'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-5137963979014069155</id><published>2008-10-19T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:21:45.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Guys</title><content type='html'>I went to a dinner party last night and heard a lot of interesting conversation.  One of the women at the table had found a new boyfriend she really liked.  The other women jumped in and went on and on about how this woman had been a real "ho" in the year before she met the boyfriend.  Lots of making out with strange guys in cars; four sexual relationships, etc.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could see the new boyfriend's face change ever so slightly. No guy likes hearing that his love interest is a whore, but he seemed to hide it very well.  On the way home, I realized I had heard this before.  Lots of single women are having a wonderful time screwing random men and the guys are happy with the result. They promise a long-term relationship, fuck the women for a few weeks, then move on to the next girl.  The women who are used like this come to enjoy the experience. They simply love the "falling in love and hot sex" part of the relationship. If the guy disappears, they move on to the next guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what about that guy at the dinner party who seemed like an ordinary decent guy?  He probably thought his girlfriend was serious about him.  Watching the change in him after the girls talked about her sordid past was revealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no good guys left because the good guys are either locked in sexless marriages, waiting long stretches between sexual encounters as singles, or they find themselves in relationships with trashy women who have hidden their past.  None of these are desirable situations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women could fix this tomorrow by keeping their legs closed unless a long-term relationships is involved.  Will that happen?  Hardly.  The only alternative is for men to use women as free whores and move on before things get too serious.  You can be happy, or the women can be happy. There's no way for both parties to be happy these days. You may as well look out for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-5137963979014069155?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5137963979014069155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=5137963979014069155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5137963979014069155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5137963979014069155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-guys.html' title='The Happy Guys'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2763082863036008688</id><published>2008-10-14T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:20:17.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New President?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SPSMuD3Dh3I/AAAAAAAAACM/B75FKZVyoa4/s1600-h/3639393600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SPSMuD3Dh3I/AAAAAAAAACM/B75FKZVyoa4/s320/3639393600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256981387986306930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barack Obama seems to be on his way to a historic landslide victory over John McCain. This is very bad news for the markets, for real estate values, for tax reasons, for social reasons, etc.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who would support this man?  An unreconstructed liberal socialist with no interest in free enterprise or capitalism?  There are a lot of people who need to feel someone is taking care of them. Most of these people are women and effeminate men.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two political parties in America, the Daddy (GOP) Party and the Mommy (Dems) Party. Obama is a Mommy candidate in the Mommy party.  McCain is also a Mommy type, wanting government to solve problems, but he's an old grouch - part of the Daddy party. America didn't buy into feminism and equality for thirty years just to abandon it after 9/11.  No, there is a very real 55% of the electorate that wants security and care instead of opportunity. There are many who want to be ruled by university professors instead of business leaders.  It's now all Democrats all the time.  It will be this way for many years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you destroy the American family, men become useless. Women become directionless and unhappy. Eventually, the comfort of an all-controlling government becomes very attractive, and people flock to leftist candidates. Women feel safe with councils, committees, agencies that police lives, policies that control any behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fun, opportunity, good times of America are coming to an end. The racial hucksters and radical feminists are about to take over; and this isn't a temporary thing!  All three branches of our government are basically going to become arms of left-wing special interest groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America is taking a disastrous turn it may not recover from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2763082863036008688?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2763082863036008688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2763082863036008688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2763082863036008688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2763082863036008688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-new-president.html' title='Our New President?'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SPSMuD3Dh3I/AAAAAAAAACM/B75FKZVyoa4/s72-c/3639393600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4924455564153869340</id><published>2008-10-05T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:00:41.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fewer Western Women having Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newstin.com/rel/us/en-010-005065313"&gt;Current News Item&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it interesting that many more people are staying single.  The idea that life should be work and drunken sex with strangers on the weekend has really taken hold. So much so that there is a movement for young women to get themselves sterilized. The story has come up in US and UK newspapers and women's magazines repeatedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not have your tubes tied? Why have children? They are such an inconvenience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, in reality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The number of little Muhammads and Kadijas is growing exponentially. More and more mosques are popping up everywhere as Western women turn against their own men, betray our traditions, and feel equality is the doorway to hedonism and irresponsibility.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bravo madame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4924455564153869340?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4924455564153869340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4924455564153869340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4924455564153869340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4924455564153869340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/fewer-western-women-having-babies.html' title='Fewer Western Women having Babies'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4086792554901073976</id><published>2008-10-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:01:38.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over for the West?</title><content type='html'>There is a cultural perspective in the Western world that frowns on families and children. This seems absurd to say, but there are a great many more single in the West who are not married; have never been married - and have no interest in having children. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run a small organization in which only two of us are parents. The other 24 employees are childless; some are married, most are single and bouncing from one "relationship" to the next. When the topic of children comes up, as in; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you planning on having any children?&lt;/span&gt;  The answer is invariably&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, God no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many feel they are independent, progressive, better-educated, etc. Of course one would be a complete idiot to commit to a relationship and have children. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm too selfish&lt;/span&gt;, they say. One in particular, a very attractive woman of about 35 talks at length about her oh-so-traditional parents who have a very happy marriage.  One can see the contempt and sarcasm she directs toward them. Is it really such a horrible thing to be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's already been said that too many Western women have given up. They aren't taught to be wives or companions, but rather Sex &amp;amp; The City trash. By age 35, most have had affairs with married men, had multiple sex partners, experimented with lesbianism, etc.  Even in their 40s and 50s, they are still focused on luxury living and seeking out the next thrill. Marriage isn't worth the effort because all men are pigs; all men are the same, so if all men are pigs, you better become one if you expect to have sex in your lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No society on earth can continue with so many people living solitary and decadent lives. Of course, the end comes much more quickly when a population simply doesn't care - and virtue is the highest vice.  It's a shame really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4086792554901073976?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4086792554901073976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4086792554901073976' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4086792554901073976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4086792554901073976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-for-west.html' title='Over for the West?'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-5962256071813229928</id><published>2008-09-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:42:01.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why She Loves a Jackass</title><content type='html'>I've dated three women recently who were hopelessly hung up on their exes. They couldn't see having the same intimacy with someone different. Usually, the Jackass serves a very important purpose. Example:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandy loved her ex-boyfriend Mike. They had been together about eight years. He regularly cheated on her and emotionally abused her so badly that she spent at least three nights a week crying her heart out. This created a powerful (yet dysfunctional) bond between her and Mike.  In addition, Sandy formed a much closer bond with her friend Carla.  When she finally stopped dating Mike, she assumed all men were bad and continued dating bad men. After two years of being used and abused, she finally allowed herself to date a good and decent man. She was happier and felt loved and content, but the fear and anger (things she came to enjoy over the years) was missing. Also, her friendship with Carla had taken a big hit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandy had become addicted to the abusive and unhappy relationship, and also to the constant comfort of her friend.  When a decent man came along, there was no drama and no pain, so not only did she lose the key part of her relationship with Carla, she also lost what she most enjoyed about men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandy's story is very typical, and it is part of the reason most women worship the Jackasses out there. They adore bad men, and find good men boring.  Perhaps most men are dishonest and abusive players, but an equal number of women are lifelong slaves to the worst men.  It's reality, but it doesn't make dating or marriage very easy for decent guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-5962256071813229928?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5962256071813229928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=5962256071813229928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5962256071813229928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5962256071813229928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-she-loves-jackass.html' title='Why She Loves a Jackass'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-8448815238116388522</id><published>2008-09-18T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:46:15.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Two Types</title><content type='html'>Guys, if you are wondering what women want, you don't have to wonder any more. Women like two types of men.  They don't like both types at the same time, usually preferring one type when they are young, and the second type when they are older.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Obnoxious, Dishonest Jackass:&lt;/span&gt;  Women adore these men. These are the guys most men hate. They may or may not be high-status men, but they are arrogant and overly-confident. They see women only as something to ejaculate into, and care absolutely nothing for them as human beings. Women typically adore these men as "authentic" or "very masculine", and it takes them many years if not an entire lifetime to realize these aren't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real men&lt;/span&gt;, just real assholes. Women go to elaborate lengths to claim they don't really like these guys; but of course - women are only saying "men are pigs", because they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; the guys who treat them like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Weak, Controllable, Modern "Equality-Minded" Guy:&lt;/span&gt;  Women generally flock to these men once they have realized how unhappy the Obnoxious Dishonest Jackass has made them.  After having children and spending their youth on the jerks, they suddenly want a man who is kind, considerate, and loving to them.  Of course, they've already given what is best about them to the worst guys who care nothing for them.  How do they reward Mr. Nice Guy? - by controlling him!  The Weak, Controllable, Modern guy is so fucking nice that he'll do anything, put up with a complete loss of control, just for the remote chance of sex a few times a year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you enjoy relationships with women, don't commit!  Keep your relationships to the 90-day cycle. If you stop looking forward to sex, or she wants to convert you to a controllable type, it's time to leave. Remember, that most women dramatically understate the number of sex partners they've had. Most women still adore jerks, but they eventually change and want someone to control - a walking ATM, a household servant, someone to watch Lifetime Movies with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if you aren't naturally a jerk, if you want to really enjoy being with women, you have to remember NEVER to fully commit to a woman.  They'll only really love you if you are a complete shit, or a complete slave. The equality and partnership they always seem to say they want is a complete lie.  They want to dominate or be dominated.  Anything else is simply a standoff - it doesn't work in relationships between men and women. Either be absolutely in control, or be absolutely controlled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-8448815238116388522?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8448815238116388522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=8448815238116388522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8448815238116388522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8448815238116388522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-two-types.html' title='Only Two Types'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2921964631398108064</id><published>2008-09-17T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:05:48.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Working...</title><content type='html'>New business, new hassles. I'm back to posting very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2921964631398108064?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2921964631398108064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2921964631398108064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2921964631398108064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2921964631398108064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-working.html' title='Still Working...'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-180593859798694640</id><published>2008-07-08T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:57:44.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for a last Romp</title><content type='html'>I hooked up with my latest girlfriend again.  I had the urge for tequila and animal sex, so I called her up. We went to dinner, did the deed, and while sitting back afterwards, a friend called her up (a female friend) and told her how much Mike missed her and had been talking about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, is Mike in the picture again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, he isn't." She said nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is. I'm not attacking you. I just want to never be with you again if you are getting back with this shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I was with him for a very long time and always expected to be with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess then that him stealing from you, cheating on you and treating you horribly is okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know." I said and got dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off and got back to my computer in time for a latest email from a girl named Lisa I was hooking up with about a year and a half ago.  It made me realize: most women settle for - and love complete jerks.  They consider themselves lucky to find a nice guy, even just for a while. This makes a nice guy the perfect player. He comes, he fucks, he moves on.  The jerk gets to marry the woman and take care of her. He cheats on her, hits her and humiliates her - but this is the only kind of man most women can possibly love. They cannot love a good man, but they can sure fuck his lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the hint - never marry, just use women for sex.  Very good women will find very good men, but for most of us, women ain't nothin but hos and tricks.  Sad but true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-180593859798694640?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/180593859798694640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=180593859798694640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/180593859798694640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/180593859798694640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-for-last-romp.html' title='Back for a last Romp'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-3100777349053667833</id><published>2008-06-25T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T04:59:53.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Sometimes Ask Me....</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I don't have the stress levels of most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get along about 80% of the time with my business partners. The other 20% of the time, I just avoid them and get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect to get along with my girlfriend about 99% of the time - you know, like a traditional relationship where the woman is actively trying to please you, cooperate, and be a good helper and mate.  You know, the kind of thing that NEVER happens anymore in Western society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to keep stress levels low - or at least manageable in busy times, I delete girlfriends and focus on keeping business stress-free.  Women will come and go, they just want attention from men; it can be abuse or neglect, love and kindness, or raw cruelty; any attention from a man will do - as long as someone is looking their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the secret, and the reason why I keep a close watch on women in my life. I don't care how hard they fall for me, I can leave within a weekend.  I never let them keep things at my place, and cannot drop my life to focus on their drama. Don't let them do this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western men have forgotten how to look after themselves, so they take mountains of abuse and stress from women.  The annoying part of one's life should be work, not home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-3100777349053667833?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3100777349053667833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=3100777349053667833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3100777349053667833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3100777349053667833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/06/people-sometimes-ask-me.html' title='People Sometimes Ask Me....'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-7130400851919574893</id><published>2008-06-22T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:58:31.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Again</title><content type='html'>I am currently living with a woman who is wealthy, but who is very much hung up on her ex-boyfriend who is a cheating, dishonest, obnoxious shit of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm packing and leaving while she is on vacation. The best news is that three of her friends wanted to sleep with me, so I'll have another wealthy woman to shack up with.  It is a very good thing not to have to pay bills, or pay for groceries or rent.  I'm accumulating a lot of wealth while I live off of rich women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome, I guess.  Still, there is something horribly wrong when love and romance, family and commitment are simply foolish notions.  Women's empowerment and bad decisions are paramount. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't live in a matriarchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-7130400851919574893?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7130400851919574893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=7130400851919574893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7130400851919574893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7130400851919574893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/06/leaving-again.html' title='Leaving Again'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4978946271872600245</id><published>2008-06-21T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:44:17.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Revelation</title><content type='html'>I'd debated talking about this, but I think it matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, I was in a relationship with a "good girl" type who really was good. She had good values, a very good body, but she was a bit hung up on the idea of finding a husband basically on income grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so incredibly loving. She would touch my face and wake me up by kissing my tummy.  We had incredible sex every day going on for what seemed like months at a time. I loved her like I never loved another woman.  The chemistry was THERE.  Very few relationships in life are like this. I felt a connection that was physical, spiritual, everything.  She broke things off suddenly when I didn't propose on her timetable - and agree to have a child right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I react?  I immediately got into two stupid and pointless sex relationships with two Jewish girls - my main weakness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over all that stupidity now, and in a casual relationship I've described a few times on this blog. If I stay, I'll have her pay all the bills while I get my life in order and my ownership stake in the corporation grows.  Eventually, I can walk away from my current fuckbuddy and make any choices I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me back to Cherie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot seem to emotionally detach from her and it has been a very long time since we've seen each other. I know she is still single, and I'd love to have her in my life.  I'm hoping I won't make a stupid decision, but sometimes the combination of love, sex, beauty and spirituality takes over from common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm leading to is that we don't always have control. Some women break all the rules and make life a transcendental experience.  I guess this means I'm not a misogynist, but maybe one of the lucky ones who can discern whether or not a woman is trash or a rare prize.  I don't know - but I will keep everyone posted on how things go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4978946271872600245?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4978946271872600245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4978946271872600245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4978946271872600245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4978946271872600245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/06/personal-revelation.html' title='Personal Revelation'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-8431358236781015101</id><published>2008-06-19T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:34:32.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Observation</title><content type='html'>I've noticed a lot of women love to say "men are pigs!" and curse every man as a predator or liar, or God knows what else. However, the reason women think men are pigs - is simply because they are attracted to arrogance, obnoxiousness and vulgarity.  Most women love the most base nature of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had multiple sexual relationships with women who say they are tired of a bad husband or a crappy boyfriend and want to move on.  I treat them with respect, have a few months of good sex and then move on. They are always bewildered by the breakup, but I always remind them:  you gave everything you have to give to men who care nothing for you.  What do you give to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look of shock on their faces is amazing. They never thought that giving everything to crappy guys would make them have no value to good men. No guy wants to marry a slut, or have a long-term emotional connection to a woman who prefers bar trash guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame really. So many women give themselves so willingly to the worst of men, then wonder why their lives are empty, filled with pain and disruption and disappointment.  If you choose bad people in your life, you have to accept the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this reality in the West that leads insightful observers to admire the Islamic system. Women shouldn't have the right to choose predators, cheaters, liars and immoral fools as partners.  However, given complete freedom, they always favor the most awful men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are quick to point out that "good guys always win in the end". But which "good guys" want to be with a used up slut who has given all of her love and energies to dirtbags and bar trash?  I'm glad I married a virgin and had a traditional experience. Most men marry girls who fucked lots of guys in high school and college.  What kind of a prize is that?  What kind of confidence can one have in a slut with no morals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a good thing to realize, but many Western women are absolute trash.  It really is a tragedy.  Most men aren't angels either, but women seem to be running toward destruction much more quickly these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, people have to accept the consequences of their choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-8431358236781015101?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8431358236781015101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=8431358236781015101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8431358236781015101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8431358236781015101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/06/interesting-observation.html' title='Interesting Observation'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-1177497402021226714</id><published>2008-04-08T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:38:06.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Change Over Time?</title><content type='html'>They love the shits when they are young, and sometimes longer. I've known women in their forties still working their way through the players, losers and married cheaters.  They don't understand that what they want causes them pain.   Decent guys who bring them pleasure are definitely what they don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, as they age, they want the decent guy more and more. Lots of guys write to me and ask what they should do. Should they settle for women who have banged every shithead in town and then marry her?  No way! Don't go doing that!  Move in with her, use her place, her stuff, eat her cooking, use her sexually, but NEVER marry her. Women have decided that the worst kind of men are the best kind, so oblige them. Let them have their assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you find you need one temporarily, romance one and use her.  She wants this. She wants to fall in love, have a good time, and then have you break her heart to pieces. One of the reasons women love jerks is that the breakup is easy.  When they are hit, cheated on, lied to, etc., they find it pretty simple to say goodbye.  But when the guy is decent, loving and caring, it hurts like hell to lose him.  Still, this is the experience they are looking for. I've put two different women into counseling by breaking up with them once they had fallen completely in love with me. The reason?  Because we both knew they preferred the cheater, the player, the married shithead out for a quick affair.  They didn't really want a decent guy and never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy them for a time, but move on before you get bored.  If you stay too long, she'll dump you for an asshole anyway.  Just try and give her what she wants; a little shabby treatment and a ruthless breakup.  She'll see you as a jerk, and that's what women really want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-1177497402021226714?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1177497402021226714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=1177497402021226714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1177497402021226714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1177497402021226714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/04/women-change-over-time.html' title='Women Change Over Time?'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-8883576038041901635</id><published>2008-04-04T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:08:03.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate?  Marry that Loser!</title><content type='html'>Lori Gottlieb, writing in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Atlantic&lt;/span&gt;, advises old burnt-out feminists to marry less-than desirable mates - if they want husbands at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, poor thing. She couldn't find a husband, so she went to a sperm bank and got pregnant. Now she finds that a husband would be such a good thing to have.  My goodness, look at those dads playing ball with their kids and being happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shame he doesn't have hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shame he is a little chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh, he doesn't earn more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I don't like that amount of body hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... he isn't as attractive as I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I want someone who earns at least a quarter million per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... He needs to be very damn good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... He must be a god in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss anything?  The poor aging feminist who is complaining that she has no choices. They yearn for a man to lead them, love them, and help them raise children.  What do they get instead?  They have each other.  Old bitter feminists who enjoyed Alpha males and spent their love and sexual energy simply being entertainment for random men.  At least prostitutes are honest and got something for all that sleeping around. Now all these old women have is each other. Men are still horrible, stupid pigs nobody could want, but Mother Nature is no fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women ache for a man, but ordinary decent men will not compromise and marry them. Feminism pays some painful dividends.  Solitude, bitterness and confusion.  These women have great careers, big social circles, and everything is going great in their lives.  Where then are the ideal, perfect, wealthy men?  Put simply, they are avoiding the career chicks and looking for traditional women - or simply staying single and having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a good plan for men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-8883576038041901635?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8883576038041901635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=8883576038041901635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8883576038041901635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8883576038041901635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/04/desperate-marry-that-loser.html' title='Desperate?  Marry that Loser!'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2068423680446358365</id><published>2008-04-03T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:48:26.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where it Comes From</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Marketing-Evil-Pseudo-Experts-Corruption-Disguised/dp/1581824599/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1207280321&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Marketing of Evil by David Kupelian&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an interesting book which makes some solid points.  Many people take all of their cues from popular culture, their values from Saturday Night Live.  Women in particular are given to a herd mentality and struggle with being different from other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so many women reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/span&gt; or other "ladies" magazines. They believe what they see, emulate it, and then wonder why they are unhappy. They watch television and see it as reality. They read books about married women having affairs - and are convinced this is a good thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to belong, to be part of women's society, one has to be promiscuous, one must be cheapish; addicted to spending, wearing cosmetics, watching monumentally vapid television programming.  One must be a "Cosmo-girl" to fit in.  This ethic has destroyed countless women. I see so many of them late in life; the realization in their eyes that they've wasted their lives on a bunch of shit and dumb ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give women unlimited freedom and legal authority over men, PLUS allow them to become wage slaves that exist only to buy consumer products of dubious purpose and worth, well.... you've pretty much destroyed these women. They are useless as wives, lovers, and completely foreign to motherhood.  This is why many Western women reach mid-life with no children, no savings, and completely empty and used up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a huge tragedy, but completely avoidable.  Sad, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2068423680446358365?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2068423680446358365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2068423680446358365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2068423680446358365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2068423680446358365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-it-comes-from.html' title='Where it Comes From'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2907861234161870585</id><published>2008-04-01T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T05:28:01.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Difference</title><content type='html'>Recently, I had been reorganizing my office.  Out with the whining fat chicks and in with the professional guys.  Now I have three new guys working the phones and sales are UP.  Instead of the incessant chatter about guys, shopping, moods, cramps, etc., now I have guys who work and earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some women are good workers, but the majority are not. The majority of women are a car crash of emotions almost every day. They get hurt so easily. They become confused so easily.  I know the government might come after me, but I'm going to avoid hiring them as much as humanly possible from now on. An office full of men is far easier to manage than a henhouse full of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hire women, women are pleased. Hire men, the boss is pleased&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; the workers are happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2907861234161870585?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2907861234161870585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2907861234161870585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2907861234161870585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2907861234161870585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/04/amazing-difference.html' title='Amazing Difference'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-3822611613275027520</id><published>2008-03-26T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:31:29.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Personals" Advice</title><content type='html'>Recently, one of the major sites - either MSN or Yahoo did a story on their singles site about how rotten shits do so much better in the dating world than do "decent guys". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls, you know the bad boys are more fun!  He's good looking and confident and great in bed!  He doesn't call you, doesn't care if you drop dead after he ejaculates, but he's the best the world has to offer. He'll cheat on you, give you a sexually transmitted disease, and you'll most likely spend decades of your life sexually and emotionally serving these shits who give you nothing in return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the good news for "decent guys" is that you losers will eventually win in the end. After these women have been permanently emotionally and physically damaged or even ruined by the worst kind of men, these women will be done with sex and romance. That's your chance!  You'll win the prize and get the love of the women you've always wanted. Of course she'll be bitter, jaded, prone to herpes outbreaks, fat, 3 kids and lots of emotional baggage, but you won't have to wait anymore. The jerks will finally be done using her and you can have her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that great?!?  Good guys do win the "prize" in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *** I see this kind of bullshit in more and more "singles" venues. The women who worship assholes really don't deserve any attention from decent, shy or gentle type guys they normally avoid.  Why should good guys pick up the shit women after the shit guys are done with them?  I've had many women literally throw themselves at me after a lifetime worshiping shitheads.  I wish them good luck and move on.  There are plenty of women for a decent guy. Just remember the basics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER date a woman who has EVER been promiscuous.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER date a woman who has EVER dated a married man - even non-sexually.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER date a woman who is big on the "really bad boys".&lt;br /&gt;NEVER date a woman who loves to share her memories of the assholes she used to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves only a few good women out there to date, but women don't deserve nice guys or decent guys, or shy guys, or nerdy guys.  They deserve the shits they are attracted to - what the mass media tells them to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-3822611613275027520?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3822611613275027520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=3822611613275027520' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3822611613275027520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3822611613275027520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/03/personals-advice.html' title='&quot;Personals&quot; Advice'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-601748966355981136</id><published>2008-03-25T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T06:00:02.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Hiring Women?</title><content type='html'>I don't. I won't hire a woman unless she is over 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger women are amazing in their similarities. It's true what they say about a "herd" mentality. The vast majority of women who come into my office asking for work are very promiscuous, very stupid, and ready for an easy job with a high paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why aren't my sales numbers better?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dear... you have to ask for the sale. Identify the need, present the solution and then wrap up the close.  If you have the answer to their problem, sell it to them and get a payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I already said I was with our company. Don't they just give me an order?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Jennie, sales work isn't easy. You have to do a lot of convincing.  People won't pay for things that sound good. They pay for things they want and need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget this shit. I quit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the door hit your fat ass on the way out.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation is very typical in my office. The women are wonderful princesses, eating up jobs that men could do easily. I have five guys working the phones who are strong employees who have been with the company a long time. The rest of the chairs have been filled over and over with women who are convinced they want a big paycheck, but want none of that stuff called "work". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my office demands effort and results. I don't run a government office of pencil-pushers. If I did, the law would FORCE me to hire a bunch of whiny fat bitch women who would do the absolute bare minimum or less while always looking for a reason to file a grievance against me or my office. I know government employees and they say it is now women's work. The women are forcing the men out. Vast government agencies are now about 90% women because the women only hire women and force out the men. They don't do anything except shuffle papers and vent their emotions. If the general public knew how wasteful and pointless MOST government agencies were, there would be mass hangings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody intentionally wants to hurt the feelings of women, but they don't need economy-destroying and resource-wasting jobs which serve no purpose. Why do our governments have such swollen employee lists?  Because we HAVE to hire women and they don't want to work, they just want a paycheck. So every morning and every evening our freeways and roads are clogged with single women going to their pointless jobs.  More and more men are in fields where they have to earn money.  More and more men are doing commissioned work, dangerous work and law enforcement or military service.  Women have all the cushy jobs where a big paycheck is guaranteed just for sitting around and talking about Oprah Winfrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hire women unless they are over 40 or 45 and religious. Those women will work. Most of the others are just going to be a headache.  Believe me, I've been a business owner or manager for the last 15 years.  Women are a liability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-601748966355981136?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/601748966355981136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=601748966355981136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/601748966355981136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/601748966355981136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-hiring-women.html' title='Are You Hiring Women?'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-3117751636339219136</id><published>2008-03-11T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:08:09.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensure an Exit Strategy</title><content type='html'>Remember that women are very independent these days. Their hearts are yearning for love, safety and understanding, but their heads want independence.  I've found the best sex partners to be the high-powered career chicks. They love having a good boyfriend - someone who is thoughtful and kind, and always ready to give them a good romp in bed. But still...  they are so pathologically independent that they almost always end up blowing a good thing. They get too clingy, but still want you to keep a respectful distance.  They want you to lead, but they get to make all the choices.  It's impossible to please them, and they will always give you a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava simply adored her ex-boyfriend, though he had married and moved on years ago. She still wrote to him, emailed him, and they kept in "friendly" contact though no sex was involved. After I enjoyed her for a few months, I asked her to put some emotional distance between her and her now married ex-boyfriend. She refused, so I broke things off. She tried over and over to get us back together, but I wouldn't have it. She simply wouldn't move on from the past, so I let her live in the past. I had a very good relationship with her, but it was time to move on. She is still hurting from the experience with me, but she still has her memories of the guy who came before. It all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa was a prominent real estate exec in her town and we hit it off instantly. Great sex, great fun, restaurants, concerts, etc.  She was so clingy I asked for some time off.  She told me she loved me and wanted to live together. She has a huge house (5400 sq feet) and tons of money, so I asked if she wanted me to move in. Even though she lived alone, she said it would be a mistake, that she valued her independence. Fine, I said and broke things off. She cried for weeks and begged me to come back. I simply asked if she would reconsider having a life with me, living together - if not in her house, in a place together. She said no, that she could never give up her independence.  I told her to enjoy that independence and I left her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne was probably the best match I've ever had in life. We had so much fun together, but she was very attached to an ex-boyfriend who was very abusive and frequently cheated on her. She never did say goodbye to this guy and remained "friends" with him during our relationship. I told her she needed to make a decision about him, but she didn't take me seriously. Eventually I discovered that she was keeping him as an option in case I didn't work out. I told her that if she was making backup plans in our relationship, it meant she really wanted him. I've recently learned they are back together but they are having problems because she keeps talking about how good things were with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, women are independent and attracted to the guys who are the worst possible choices. That's why women always say Men are Pigs. Men aren't pigs, but the men women choose are the biggest assholes out there. They they paint all men with that same perspective and decent men aren't interested in paying for the sins of jerks. Good men walk away.  That's what you should do when dealing with these enlightened and independent women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-3117751636339219136?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3117751636339219136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=3117751636339219136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3117751636339219136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3117751636339219136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/03/ensure-exit-strategy.html' title='Ensure an Exit Strategy'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-6580352947600765798</id><published>2008-02-29T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:11:44.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Women Love Jerks</title><content type='html'>"Most people get more love than they deserve." - Bertold Brecht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you marry, sex stops. When you commit, expectations rise.  However, if you are seen as very incapable in the romantic department, women will struggle to make up the difference. This is why they will ignore perfectly good men and devote decades to men who only use them for sex and comfort.  Women don't want a man who loves them. Women want a man they have to continually work for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cook for him. They take his car to the shop. They don't care if he cheats. They don't care if he is a slob or has horrible personal habits. If he is hard to get and hard to reform, he must be the greatest thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, most women spend most of their lives on guys who aren't worth shit. That gives most other guys license to treat women any way they please. Why be devoted, or loving, or kind, or exclusive or decent - when those are the last traits women seek in a man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-6580352947600765798?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6580352947600765798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=6580352947600765798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/6580352947600765798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/6580352947600765798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-women-love-jerks.html' title='Why Women Love Jerks'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-86645595209869012</id><published>2008-02-26T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:39:17.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget What Women Prefer</title><content type='html'>I've met a lot of women in the dating world who simply aren't honest about what they prefer.  I decided to do an informal research study. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Donna is 80 years old. For the last forty years she has been married to her second husband who was a notorious womanizer. He stopped cheating on her around age 60.  He is awful, boorish, obnoxious and painfully annoying to be around. She loves him more than God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Candy is 45. She is in an on-again, off-again relationship with a man who cheats on her at least twice a year.  They always get back together and she makes endless excuses for him, but loves him unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Renee is 29. She has a boyfriend who hits her and screams at her, but of course they always make up and then she gets all excited about the hot sex that happens afterward.  Yeah, those bruises and police visits are really hot, aren't they?  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women prefer assholes, so don't disappoint them. They simply don't like decent guys and will break the hearts of dozens of good guys in order to find the one guy who will make them miserable.  I've had women argue with me that only "unhealthy" women prefer the shitheads, but I've found it to be true that most women adore the creeps and take a pass on the nice guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting that this has it's advantages. I've always been a good-guy type, the type that women would have loved to have as a husband, say, back in 1950.  I've found that I'm able to score with a lot of girls that just want a man to love them, and make them feel valuable and pretty.  I go in, have a lot of fun sexually and let them treat me like a king, then I allow their Mr. Wonderful come back into their life and I leave.  I get to be both the good guy and the player, and they have to go back to their jerk (which is really where they want to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm nuts?  If you remember that women thrive on emotion, you'll realize that they need drama, pain and tears. They need the jerks and assholes. They don't want or need a good guy. But eventually, the pain is simply too much and they need the diversion of a good guy, if only to truly feel loved for a short time. That is the time to enjoy yourself and take advantage of the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-86645595209869012?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/86645595209869012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=86645595209869012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/86645595209869012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/86645595209869012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-forget-what-women-prefer.html' title='Never Forget What Women Prefer'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-7112162687785791245</id><published>2008-02-22T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:51:40.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Wonderful, yet again...</title><content type='html'>The fun thing about dating women over 30 is that there is always a Mr. Wonderful in the past. This has come up in other discussions on other boards, but it bears revisiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many women attach to a certain guy in their past they simply cannot get away from. You can use this to your advantage. In my most recent relationship, I allowed this woman to continue phone contact with her ex-boyfriend until it became an issue. She then asked me if it would make me happy if she would tell him never to call again. At this point I'd already had my 90 days of "new romance - great sex". It was time to move on.  I replied to her "No, I can't tell you what to do. Your interaction with him is none of my business. If you forgave him for all the stuff he did and you'll still take his phone calls, I think you still have a very strong romantic love for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice what I just did.  To any guy, what I said sounds stupid beyond belief.  Yet to a woman, it sounds like some profound insight. Remember that women work on feelings, on emotions. I told her that I have no business in her relationship with her ex - and that she still must have very strong love for him. I basically reframed the discussion. Instead of being "new boyfriend has hangups", I turned it into "girl still longs for ex-boyfriend even though she thought she loved new guy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still working it out with her ex so I'm laying low and pretending to be extra busy with work so I haven't seen her in a few days. Her family and friends are furious with her for thinking about giving up a good guy to return to the biggest turd she ever dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done this over and over. I'm only interested in the "new romance" time when everything is easy-going and the sex is incredible. Then after the first "I love you's" are over, I artfully move them back to a focus on their ex.  It doesn't take long. Most women would date Charles Manson over a decent, kind man.  They are thrilled by the drama and love the constant breaking up and getting back together.  I don't care for all that drama so I just check in for a few happy months, then move on.  Take everything they can offer, because they would rather give it to a guy who isn't worth shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is a parting gift.  I've had several women tell me that breaking up with a good guy (me), was far more painful than breakups with the jerks.  I even had one say "You hurt me more than you could ever imagine." - and this is after she broke things off with me to be with a jerk ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet, romance, get into bed quickly. Enjoy yourself, but then remind them that their Mr. Wonderful is who they should be with. Do this tactfully. When things fall apart, she is back with her crappy guy. With luck, she'll have profound regrets that she lost you.  You got what you wanted, a short term romance with lots of sex. She got what she wanted, emotional drama and getting back with her ex. Everyone is happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-7112162687785791245?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7112162687785791245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=7112162687785791245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7112162687785791245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7112162687785791245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-wonderful-yet-again.html' title='Mr Wonderful, yet again...'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2858707023714087166</id><published>2008-02-12T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:27:59.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Relationship</title><content type='html'>My time with the current girlfriend has been interesting. It's been six weeks and the sex is still great, but I already feel myself compelled to look around. She is painfully sweet and a good girl but I know she could do better than me.  It is the kind of relationship that people dream of - but almost never find.  She's sterile - tried to have children with the ex-husband, so we get to have unprotected sex all the time. She has money, so I could be a kept man, but I'm still keeping my options open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm obeying my own rules: I'm only in a relationship when its all to my advantage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2858707023714087166?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2858707023714087166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2858707023714087166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2858707023714087166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2858707023714087166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-relationship.html' title='My Relationship'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2580802933821418968</id><published>2008-01-29T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T06:38:27.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I continue to be amazed....</title><content type='html'>I'm dating someone right now, but not seriously - and I am keeping finances separate and not taking chances with pregnancy. In other words, I'm having the fun without the headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going fine. We had messed around in bed all afternoon and were drinking wine on the sofa when "Michael" called. Michael insisted my girl come and pick him up at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this guy?"  I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a guy who wanted to date me, but we're just friends."  She explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He knows you have plans with me and he's insisting you pick his sorry ass up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stammered and stuttered and apologized.  Apparently, this ex-frat guy who has had lots of women around him in life had not been able to force my girl into bed. It drove him crazy and he couldn't stop thinking about her.  I did ask the girl why she continued having any association with a guy she really didn't like and who was frustrated because he couldn't poke her.  She didn't know why, but she felt the guys who were unavailable, and yet guys she didn't want, were really desirable guys - just to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2580802933821418968?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2580802933821418968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2580802933821418968' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2580802933821418968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2580802933821418968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-continue-to-be-amazed.html' title='I continue to be amazed....'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-1489414337792868801</id><published>2008-01-27T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:26:37.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 90-Day Standard</title><content type='html'>More and more men are opting for the 90 day relationship. It has a lot of advantages. You get all the fun and excitement of great sex with a new woman, you enjoy discovering someone who is going to treat you well at the outset, you get gifts and favors, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after 90 days, the woman is going to start making demands. She will start pressing for a relationship, start making changes (or attempting to make changes) in the guys life, laying down ultimatums, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are there for the first 90 days and then break it off, you will have a good time and you won't have the usual problems that come with a mature relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-1489414337792868801?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1489414337792868801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=1489414337792868801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1489414337792868801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1489414337792868801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/01/90-day-standard.html' title='The 90-Day Standard'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4083375961408243287</id><published>2008-01-27T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:22:30.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommended Reading</title><content type='html'>Probably the best MRA blog out there is in operation again. I hadn't seen it in months, but I guess the lazy sod started blogging again. &lt;a href="eternalbachelor.blogspot.com"&gt;Eternal Bachelor. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4083375961408243287?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4083375961408243287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4083375961408243287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4083375961408243287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4083375961408243287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/01/recommended-reading.html' title='Recommended Reading'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-5530800668970037534</id><published>2008-01-26T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:39:45.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Temporary Relationship</title><content type='html'>I'm dating a very successful businesswoman now - and it is a lot of fun. She is very funny and intelligent and works in the banking industry.  She is three years older than I am and we seem to be a very compatible couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earn a good salary and live well, but this woman is a millionaire and will be when she retires.  I've never dated anyone this successful and she seems to have the inclination to want to take care of me. She is open to getting me a new car, replacing my wardrobe and buying me a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, all of this is happening at a time when my professional position is taking off very quickly. I'm doing very well and dating someone who is doing very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to get all I can and move on after a while. Why not? Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-5530800668970037534?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5530800668970037534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=5530800668970037534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5530800668970037534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5530800668970037534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-temporary-relationship.html' title='In a Temporary Relationship'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-3476570278255342241</id><published>2007-12-16T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:45:15.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have successfully gotten the old relationship out of my head. It's great to be single for Christmas, but I have been meeting women who are really hurting for companionship. Of course, they are looking for someone ideal, has money, will spoil them, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a long time to realize that I wanted to be single for life. Women will come and go, but you are always the same, so you have to decide if you want to dedicate many years of your life to being basically a professional companion/slave to a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that although there are obvious joys to being with a woman, they are quickly outweighed by the control, nagging, lack of freedom - and her need to always be changing you.  Of course, she doesn't know what she wants, so she will always be working to change you into something she thinks she wants, but doesn't really want. It can be confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay single, don't get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-3476570278255342241?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3476570278255342241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=3476570278255342241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3476570278255342241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3476570278255342241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/12/clarity.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-1706591590002152727</id><published>2007-12-02T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:42:24.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working a New Business - and Random other Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/R1L8FproRwI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z_2DFzpvhA0/s1600-R/2636153502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/R1L8FproRwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DdTajAJGJPo/s320/2636153502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139447298801551106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just starting working with a business partner and things are going well. I haven't had time to post regularly, but I'm going to - just to keep the discussion alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, I've been having endless debates with a woman I was dating a couple of years ago. She wanted to get married immediately and have children. No thanks to that. We did have very good chemistry, but she was really kind of a nut-bar, if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she is very much a part of the literary world and has been sending messages couched in some of her opinion pieces. She even uses my name directly and talks about a certain "type" of man...of course I fit the description very well. She knows I'm going to be in her town over Christmas, but I won't be getting into contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the worst thing about revisiting an old relationship is that it isn't a second-time around, it is simply a continuance of the same old, same old. Women feel that if you come back into their lives, you might be "the One" which is a scary thought. What scared me...temporarily...but what scared me was that I was feeling the same things as well. I really should go and drink a lot to get this woman out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-1706591590002152727?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1706591590002152727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=1706591590002152727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1706591590002152727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1706591590002152727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/12/working-new-business-and-random-other.html' title='Working a New Business - and Random other Things'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/R1L8FproRwI/AAAAAAAAABo/DdTajAJGJPo/s72-c/2636153502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-8200275325196376510</id><published>2007-11-24T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T08:56:50.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Observations</title><content type='html'>I noticed over the past Thanksgiving week that something odd has happened. Men are having their own Thanksgivings and women and children are having another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and friends are getting together for dinner and football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, sisters and mothers are getting together for dinner and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more families are fractured and broken. Women in the West are intolerable to live with and push men away. Western men are what women used to call "ideal husband material".  I wonder why women decided to be men and ruin the special dynamic. I have some nephews who have never known a holiday when men and women are together and getting along. They simply shrug and say women are "jerks" who need to accept that men should be in control. When women are in control, everyone is unhappy. This is what really young people are saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess most people like things the way they are as the problems are getting worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-8200275325196376510?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8200275325196376510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=8200275325196376510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8200275325196376510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8200275325196376510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-observations.html' title='Holiday Observations'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-1557296359152229872</id><published>2007-11-20T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:12:15.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Stuff</title><content type='html'>I just had an interesting conversation with a woman I dated very briefly. We stopped dating because she wanted to marry RIGHT NOW and I simply wasn't ready. I had a lot of personal issues and professional stuff going on and marriage wasn't right at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going through a divorce now because her husband "didn't make enough money", so she is leaving him. To make things work for her, she swore out a false complaint of domestic violence. She was overjoyed to be able to take his car away from him, along with all their furniture. She's still fighting him for the house, but he has a good attorney in the family. Still, it looks like he's going to lose everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found interesting was that she was absolutely delighted that her friends were 100% supportive of her cruel behavior, yet her mother told her she was "doing wrong" and that her soon to be ex-husband was an ordinary decent guy who didn't deserve this horrible treatment.  Only the very old realize that marriage and relationships are completely screwed up these days.  Most women are thrilled with how badly they can treat men - and get away with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-1557296359152229872?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1557296359152229872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=1557296359152229872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1557296359152229872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1557296359152229872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/scary-stuff.html' title='Scary Stuff'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-5549282777305495697</id><published>2007-11-11T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:01:09.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Observation</title><content type='html'>An older business contact I know told me men used to be much more dismissive and even abusive toward their wives. In the "old days" he said, women were ignored or treated badly, and they loved their husbands completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days men in the West are the most egalitarian and accommodating to women, yet most men are pretty unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wonder why the marriage rates are falling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-5549282777305495697?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5549282777305495697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=5549282777305495697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5549282777305495697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5549282777305495697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-observation.html' title='Interesting Observation'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2652343281718050617</id><published>2007-11-10T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:02:46.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Term Relationship</title><content type='html'>I guess I was looking for trouble. I met what could only be described as a complete train wreck of a woman who was very good-looking, but in need of serious psychological work.  We met, we went out for lunch, and then spent the last three days having what can only be described as crazy "monkey sex".  We were at it non-stop for the longest time.  I'm glad it's over and I know things shouldn't have happened, but we all need some insane fun now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the end came when she said she really liked me, but if she happened to get pregnant, she would "kill it".  I just about fell over. Kill it?  What? Is she insane?  I know lots of women are pro-choice or pro-abortion, but she was happy with the idea of killing a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply do not understand modern women. They are fun to play with, but not grown-up enough for a relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2652343281718050617?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2652343281718050617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2652343281718050617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2652343281718050617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2652343281718050617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/short-term-relationship.html' title='Short Term Relationship'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-5209198614573977783</id><published>2007-11-04T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:19:20.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Commission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry about no posts this week. I've had very good conversations with a lot of you - and a few very good comments. A lot of people write in to tell me who perfect women are, but I simply delete those comments.  I've been busy this week with a new job which is consuming a lot of my time. I won't bore you with the details, but the job does give me a lot of free time and is exactly what I've been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have an interesting observation. At my workplace, there is an older woman of about 65 who does inside sales. She's "old world" all the way, very traditional and very serious about work. She earns about $120,000 doing inside sales. She works casual, but doesn't waste time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have a younger girl who doesn't do much of anything and seems to be hot and bothered for any guy who has good sales numbers. I'm single of course and hit the #1 spot on the sales board for this week. So, what do you think happened?  I got post-it notes, phone messages and constant "conference requests" from this younger woman.  She wanted me to close her sales for her, buy her lunch and maybe start taking her out. She simply didn't realize that I wasn't interested in her. She is attractive, but I generally avoid the overt gold-diggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just more of the same.  I'm off to get things done and run errands. It will be a busy Sunday; I'll have to avoid all the breast-cancer walks and ovarian cancer concerts going on this weekend. Thank God for the NFL. At least men have some interests to keep them going through the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-5209198614573977783?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5209198614573977783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=5209198614573977783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5209198614573977783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5209198614573977783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-commission.html' title='Out of Commission'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4862581405567642263</id><published>2007-10-29T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T08:50:06.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impact of Sex &amp; The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More and more women are "living the dream".  I know a woman named Valerie from work who sleeps with married men probably twice a week. I mean she actively searches for married men who are searching for an affair.  In the past, she never would have done this, but after watching several seasons of the program Sex &amp;amp; The City, she is actively sleeping with married men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very excited about her sex life and meets strange and dangerous people, but she says her life is more fun now - and she didn't even mind catching herpes from one of these losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was born at the wrong time. I really prefer a more traditional society. I know this woman isn't representative of most women, but there are a lot more trashy women these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4862581405567642263?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4862581405567642263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4862581405567642263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4862581405567642263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4862581405567642263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/impact-of-sex-city.html' title='The Impact of Sex &amp; The City'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-8277630524966407774</id><published>2007-10-27T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:39:29.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My goodness!  I just got an email from someone who found this blog - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone I used to date&lt;/span&gt;.  I hadn't thought about her in a very long time. She read some of my blog entries and thinks I have problems. I'm supposed to accept that women make the decisions in life now- and men need to accept reality and go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with that, obviously, but there is no talking to some women.  I was raised thinking that I would get married and be the leader of my own home and family. Lots of guys were raised that way. Now, having a family and spending all the money you need to spend is getting almost impossible. I know families who are barely scraping by; the wives watch television and get excited over the rich men and their independent wives spending money like crazy. Lifetime Channel is the worst. This girl who wrote to me used to watch it. There was a movie about a software engineer who was very rich who married some waitress and made all her dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Yeah, that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many women think that every other woman has a rich husband and that they "missed out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked this girl who emailed me if she was dating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not anyone right now. She is divorced, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't earn enough money. She has a kid, but grandma raises the kid. Great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, women are independent and strong. They don't need men. They are happy without men and love going to sleep alone every night - sometimes after their bar pick-up fucks them and then leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit there are some women who are hopelessly traditional despite their foolish behavior. I've had three women call me up and ask to go out on a date - all in the last year. Men simply aren't after them once they get past the age of 35.  They still think they look good, but something crashes in a woman's self-concept when men aren't coming onto them anymore. It's especially hard on women who slept around a bit. When the men stop hitting on them, they realize all they ever had to offer was sex, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smart women are the ones who look for men who will see them as special. It's really too bad women think so little of themselves that they will sleep with anyone who buys them a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-8277630524966407774?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8277630524966407774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=8277630524966407774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8277630524966407774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/8277630524966407774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-5807237550700581125</id><published>2007-10-27T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:09:06.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumming It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've run into several guys who brag about having very hot sex lives and I wonder what they are talking about. Some of these guys weigh over 350 pounds or have green and yellow teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask: "Well, where did you meet this girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy:  "At Wal-Mart. She's a cashier. She wanted to cheat on her husband since he's in jail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhh, Ok!  Now I get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I know that relationships between men and women are more fucked up now than ever before, but that doesn't mean you have to go all the way to the gutter for sex. There are so many insurance agents, real estate ladies, church women, mid-level managers, etc., that you really don't need to fuck some piece of trash who works at Wal-Mart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who took his date to a Denny's and she said it was the nicest restaurant she had ever been to. I've been to many five star restaurants and most of them aren't worth their stars, but if a girl is impressed with Denny's, she needs to get out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rule is simple, if you are embarrassed to be seen with a girl, then it's best not to go out with her. Once I was in DC with this girl going up to my room at the Holiday Inn.  On the second floor the elevator stopped and another woman got in. She looked me up and down, then looked at my date with a disapproving look. I realized I had been shooting too low. I really liked the girl I was with, but I could have done better if I was just looking for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't slum it if you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-5807237550700581125?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5807237550700581125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=5807237550700581125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5807237550700581125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5807237550700581125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/slumming-it.html' title='Slumming It'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4316784749572365282</id><published>2007-10-25T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T08:29:11.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've known so many guys who simply give up. Why put up with the nonsense today?  Well, it isn't like we live in a complete hell. One can have an interesting and fulfilling life without traditional structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently though, I have noticed that there are a few more members of the "Ghost Nation" than I ever expected. I'm seeing a lot of guys between 32 and 50 who have very little dealings with women. Of course, after the age of 40, women can't keep a man just because of sex. Sex simply stops being such a powerful motivation. If a lot of women are willing to have a brief affair, there is simply no reason to get tied down to one woman only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm offline until Saturday. Keep the faith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4316784749572365282?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4316784749572365282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4316784749572365282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4316784749572365282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4316784749572365282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-3614689616358726185</id><published>2007-10-22T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:05:38.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Men Wizing Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it is true that a lot of men are finally taking action.  I have a sales staff of six guys; five white, one black - and not one of them is married or plans to marry. They all have girlfriends at one time or another. One guy is really not very decent to women and specializes in one-nighters. Still, they all know someone close to them who has been destroyed through divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my older associates has two daughters he never sees.  He lives in Texas and his children live in Pennsylvania with their mother and stepfather. He is in poor health and cannot travel, so he simply doesn't see his children very often. He doesn't keep photos of them at work and doesn't talk about them very often. You see, when you are very close to your children and they are suddenly ripped away, it is more painful than death. It really can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, women never considered doing such things to their men. Now, they feel they "own" the children and don't give a passing thought to picking up children and moving them halfway across the country. Think it doesn't happen very often?  Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed lately that women still don't get it. Many women over 35 are starting; that's starting, to realize that a lifetime of abusing men or engaging in random casual sex is really a bad thing - and not good for the mind, body or spirit. Of course, men urged women not to embrace casual sex and foolish ideas, but there were enough jerks out there to use and discard women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many women are finding out that they have nobody late in life. When they most need to be loved and appreciated, the guys who in past years would have made ideal husbands are getting on with life without women.  They still mess around with women now and then - but purely for recreation.  You see, men might enjoy banging the ho's, but they sure the hell don't want to marry one.  So, if you have lots of women who spent from age 15-40 sleeping around, the odds are very good that her skanky ass will be alone for the last half of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want tradition - and you want to be free and easy with lots of guys, you don't get a prince charming, you don't get a decent guy.  Men are aware that women are all simply playing them now. Even the sweetest, most romantic girl can turn into a manipulating divorce machine after a few years. It's a good thing that more men are 100% against marriage.  The truth about women should be taught in schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-3614689616358726185?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3614689616358726185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=3614689616358726185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3614689616358726185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3614689616358726185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-men-wizing-up.html' title='Are Men Wizing Up?'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-131991633471861579</id><published>2007-10-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:40:41.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>I have a good friend who just met a woman for coffee.  Here's her love life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she married her husband because they were good friends. After 11 years of marriage,&lt;br /&gt;they realized there was absolutely no sexual chemistry between them. He left that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she married another man quickly; a man she really loved. He cheated on her 8 times and&lt;br /&gt;each time she forgave him. Finally, he admitted he simply didn't like her and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- now she is dating and will only date men with whom she feels there is "instant" chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, it's true what they say - a lot of women are their own worst enemy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-131991633471861579?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/131991633471861579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=131991633471861579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/131991633471861579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/131991633471861579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2122187773228965875</id><published>2007-10-20T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T09:14:02.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job, Money and Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My job is an interesting mix of doing things online and dropping into a sales office now and then. I was somewhat disorganized for a while, but now I'm earning some serious money.  Let me tell you when I got my new car, the attention from women was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was earning a lot, I wasn't even regarded as a human being. When I dropped into the office, the girls would look disinterested or not even say hello.  Once my income jumped and I started wearing my Cartier watch and driving a new car, suddenly they always smiled.  I also noticed at the grocery store or just out in public - women look at me as if they are getting aroused.  It doesn't happen when I'm wearing a sweat shirt and tennis shoes, but often I'm out in a nice set of clothes with a nice watch on. When they see the car I'm getting out of, the looks are always positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are women this shallow? Is money the only thing that matters?  I think so. A very honest woman once told me that money is 95% of the equation. Humor, looks, values - none of that matters. Money is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2122187773228965875?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2122187773228965875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2122187773228965875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2122187773228965875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2122187773228965875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-job-money-and-women.html' title='My Job, Money and Women'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-5548983575447814800</id><published>2007-10-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:25:39.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Coworker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I work with this woman now and then who is about my age. She is single and after a lifetime of slutty behavior, she's suddenly gotten all fussy about sex.   She says she is going to hold off on sex until she is married to her ideal man.  Of course, she is over 35 and not many guys are going to marry an old whore, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was sending off some FedExs when I realized she and her friends were chatting in the office. I got near the door and heard them talking divorce strategy.  So, this woman is planning to marry so she can get as much of her "ideal" man's money and assets as possible. Keep in mind that this is a woman who supposedly has reformed herself both personally and sexually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I find out that she has been sleeping with our local &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; insurance agent named TJ.  Wonderful. So she's still a slut and she is still plotting to destroy a decent man and take his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this with so many women. They now see men as disposable.  If this is universally true - which is what I am seeing, then it is important to keep this in mind when dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wear condoms or get yourself fixed. Don't have children with Western women as they will never be satisfied with you and will take great pleasure in separating you from your children and stealing your assets and income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like a bitter divorced man talking?  No, not at all.  I've seen so many women being happy predators and literally destroying men.  I've known one guy personally who killed himself after a pointless divorce (because his wife was "bored").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are different now. Feminism isn't the problem. Women are the problem. Until they change, treat them like the opportunistic devils they very often are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-5548983575447814800?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5548983575447814800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=5548983575447814800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5548983575447814800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5548983575447814800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-favorite-coworker.html' title='My Favorite Coworker'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-769105575112798871</id><published>2007-10-17T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:01:28.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the Blogosphere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've taken a ton of abuse from people over the last few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said I spoke for the Mens Rights Movement or the MGTOW movement. I do think there are a few jackasses pretending to be 007 Style secret agents or heads of industries.  If some guys are pretending to be millionaire playboys, I feel I have the right to call them out on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed something about the anti-feminism movement. It is never going to get off the ground. Too many people feel there is an "orthodoxy" to the movement and everyone who is associated with anti-feminism has to agree with the standard talking points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be confused, I don't agree with the tenets of feminism and it has done enormous damage to women and families, but it is now part of the accepted popular culture - and most people don't even realize how much of it they buy into.  Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people think their daughters should be ready to marry young and stay at home?  Not many.  People with daughters want their girls to have all the advantages and choices that modern women have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people think that we should return to a less permissive society when it comes to sexual matters?  Not many.  I would love to meet a non-slutty girl and settle down, but I'm not about to stay celibate for life just because most women sleep around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are raised in a society which is far from ideal, we have to cope and adapt.  If I do enter into relationships, I make it clear that I'm not interested in a marriage - mainly because the legal deck is stacked against me.  When I date religious women, I let them know that I won't forget about sex just because their values suddenly changed at age 35.  "Oh, I fucked a hundred guys but now I found Jesus, so I'll never sleep with you - and if we get married, sex is only for having children!"  No thanks to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in restricting people's choices, but I am interested in coping. If women want to live out the story lines in the program &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex and The City&lt;/span&gt;, then I say let them!   If they want to get together for wine and sex and then get back to screwing married men from work, I can't change their behavior.  If they want to rule society, government and our churches, I'm sure as hell not going to cooperate with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with being an individual, or being part of the Ghost Nation?  Our society will never return to tradition. Even the most conservative people have confused roles and sordid lives.  I'm pretty conservative by comparison, but I won't refuse to enjoy life just because most people are living very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear?  Probably not, but it's my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-769105575112798871?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/769105575112798871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=769105575112798871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/769105575112798871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/769105575112798871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-blogosphere.html' title='Oh, the Blogosphere!'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-1496130784560288229</id><published>2007-10-16T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:53:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Traffic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The folks at &lt;a href="antimisandry.com"&gt;antimisandry.com&lt;/a&gt; hate this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there are a lot of folks on the Internet who feel that only a certain perspective is acceptable in the MRA movement.  That's good.  They need a group collective consciousness to feel that all is well with the movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ask yourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want a world like the pre-sexual revolution 1960s and 1970s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want a world where mostly men work and women are focused on the family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced women aren't interested in the "good old days" and are happy sleeping around and enjoying high salaries which they spend at the many retail outlets on almost every corner.  It's a new world with a lot of shallow people in it.  My point is to enjoy life as it is.  I'm not a pick up artist, but I do have about 2-3 short term girlfriends per year.  I have done one-night stands, but I'm not interested in doing it regularly.  I do make a decent income, but I'm not a complete liar like the guy who writes Mirror of the Soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be happy in a world where divorce is common and people are disposable, you really have to learn to adapt.  Starting internet rings where the only thing people do is bitch - is really a dumb idea.  Thanks for the traffic though....the extra impressions have earned me a few more nickles today on AdSense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-1496130784560288229?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1496130784560288229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=1496130784560288229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1496130784560288229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1496130784560288229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-for-traffic.html' title='Thanks for the Traffic!'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-7786803063723063675</id><published>2007-10-16T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:17:31.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mirror of the Soul"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Check out "&lt;a href="mirrorofthesoul.blogspot.com"&gt;Mirror of the Soul&lt;/a&gt;" which is a blogger by a guy who thinks he is James Bond 007.  He talks about how women "blew it" with feminism and their progressive attitudes, but then he goes on obsessively about how he can live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks about how he runs several major corporations and lives simultaneously in three different countries. Amazing!  I thought I was doing alright just working and making six figures. This guy is a god!  Of course this guy is a single nerd with few friends and little to do in life except talk about how wonderful he is.  Usually these types of guys are the ones who have no significant intimacy in their lives beyond the special closeness they have with their mothers.  I bet he's an only child as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this blog and witness the reason why feminism and other assorted stupid leftist ideas are so popular.  Jerks like this guy keep the myth of male stupidity alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-7786803063723063675?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7786803063723063675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=7786803063723063675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7786803063723063675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7786803063723063675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/mirror-of-soul.html' title='&quot;Mirror of the Soul&quot;'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-1367979168516090313</id><published>2007-10-11T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:10:32.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maria was a recent adventure for me. Very sexual and too much a party-girl, she completely validated everything I feel about modern women.  She reminded me of too many other women. They are very dismissive, talk easily about past lovers, say they are going to be independent whether they marry or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have a very nice car and she DID notice that. Of course, her old boyfriend is still "kinda sorta" in the picture - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as is always true of lots of women&lt;/span&gt; - and I could never take his place. Not that I wanted to take his place, just use his girlfriend for a short time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, and as usual, I wanted to play with her mind. I mentioned that I was in the market for a condo in downtown Austin - one that overlooked the river and some of the more interesting buildings. Suddenly, I was getting calls and emails right and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did someone smell success?  Did her eggs start jumping up and down?  Yes they did.  That's why I decided not to see her anymore. It really takes a very stupid woman to reveal how shallow and greedy she is - before marriage. After marriage,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; women are ONLY concerned with money. A woman will leave a 20 year marriage if she feels her husband cannot provide for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun with Maria, but she's just another ho...  time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-1367979168516090313?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1367979168516090313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=1367979168516090313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1367979168516090313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/1367979168516090313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/maria.html' title='Maria'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2558902577483305212</id><published>2007-10-10T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:17:01.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Into Manhood by Doald Yates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;It would seem that a boy has no direction; after all, where is the handbook. Perhaps someone would step up who is willing or equipped to offer advise of what to expect. There are so many don’t do that, or smarten ups that it’s no surprise boys stay in a state of constant confusion, even unto adulthood. The boys take their browbeating and crawl away like licked cures; trembling at the mere idea of engaging the brain. They get into trouble trying this and that because their adventurous hearts are in search of what is passable not permissible. Boys don’t be disillusioned; advice is on its way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When advice comes it is usually as intelligent as a grumbling toad on a rock like, “carry on boy, your legacy is waiting.” What the Heck?? What a freighting thing to look forward to. Legacy is waiting? Who the heck made up that load of bull? Perhaps dear old dad’s, no disrespect intended, legacy is not so great. And dear old Great Grandpa was a horse theft. Possibly one could, after all, strive to be an astronaut or president or something of the highest caliber, or even, what the heck . . . a beach bum. How about “work hard and everything will be all right”, you know, “fruit of your labor” and all that baloney. Hay, I know a lot of guys that worked hard and ended up as poor as a church mouse. Besides, who is qualified to advise a boy anyway? Boys are notoriously . . inadvisable, they just can’t seem to get it through their thick heads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all, one can be assured, there is no guidebook, instruction manual or road signs forthcoming. Take a wrong turn and you end up with one foot in the ditch and the other slipping on a banana peel. Hitch your dreams to an out-of-touch, druggy, speeding, foul-mouthed, advice-giving icon that has streamed his way in from the TV, and go to it. After-all icons are known for prudence, right? Sure they are, like a bear wouldn’t poop in the woods either. The thing is, no one said, “if you don’t draw a road map you’ll get lost,” and boy did I get lost. What the heck at least I was not alone in my disillusionment. I joined the ranks of the lost, and strode into the future like a bumbling idiot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like a possum stupidity lumbers onto the highway and becomes road kill, I too stumbled into the bright lights of oncoming disaster. I was so blinded by the glitter I became paralyzed and my brain became numb, there was no getting past it, I too became road kill. That’s right kill, dead, no longer alive, a shadow of a man. Shoot, I not only didn’t know what lay ahead for me; I couldn’t even sort out the reality of it, if I had I would have coward down in panic or turned and ran like a jackrabbit. I certainly would have made no sense out of it, because there is no sense in it. Life is the road and tribulation is its eighteen-wheeler. Take note, the hesitant gets flattened like a pancake while the strong lumbers on without reservation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that a lot of what Yates says here is valid, but aren't things worse for boys now than ever?  What the hell is manhood as defined by pop culture?  Is it being a wage slave for life?  Is it being a complete fool for a woman who can destroy you in divorce court? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2558902577483305212?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2558902577483305212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2558902577483305212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2558902577483305212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2558902577483305212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/journey-into-manhood-by-doald-yates.html' title='The Journey Into Manhood by Doald Yates'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4022874814195442950</id><published>2007-09-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:42:25.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Single Guy Who Thinks He has it Figured Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvqJUQByreI/AAAAAAAAAA0/__NrwIhA1Z0/s1600-h/2209923478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvqJUQByreI/AAAAAAAAAA0/__NrwIhA1Z0/s320/2209923478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114551307825491426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are some bloggers on the internet who never married or have never had a meaningful relationship. Sometimes you'll hear them talk "Oh, yeah, well I'm 35 now and I haven't had sex since I was 28." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they go on and on about how they are so much better off than us ordinary mortals who have sex whenever we feel like it.  There is nothing to be proud of by staying celibate.  You can have a lot of fun with girls, but you don't need to marry them.  Remember, all women sleep around these days - there are very few exceptions.  What you need to do is remember that the secret is not to be the one holding the bag when the game ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know several guys who married girls who were lifelong sluts.  What is their situation now?  They are stuck in marriages to fat bitches who have stopped having sex.  You see, if you meet a girl who fucks  energetically and fucks a lot of guys, you have to realize that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is what she does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't give herself to one man.  She isn't waiting for one man to settle down with. She is out there to ride dicks and have a good time.  You may get attached to a girl who is a slut.  I've had regrets about leaving slutty sex partners because they were so much fun, but you MUST move on. You cannot continue to try and turn her into something she is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not pleasant to hear, but you have to face reality.  Some girls are sluts, some are only out to get a guy so she doesn't have to work.  Very few girls want to be wives and life partners. Many of them want you to believe they want a life partner, but you will usually end up married to a girl who cheats, eats too much, or simply uses you for your income. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a "single god" who smokes cigars and pretends to run multinational corporations in several countries.  The saddest thing on the Internet these days is a guy who does a blog called Mirror Of the Soul.  99% of it is nonsense.  He writes about places he's never been and talks about how he causally uses women.  He is the laugh-riot of the MRA community.  Some of the writing is good, but the ideas are taken from other sources.  What a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a clown. Enjoy women for who and what they are. Don't think you have to be a celibate fool talking trash about all women and most men.  You'll end up alone and miserable; no friends or family and no action from women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4022874814195442950?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4022874814195442950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4022874814195442950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4022874814195442950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4022874814195442950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/single-guy-who-thinks-he-has-it-figured.html' title='The Single Guy Who Thinks He has it Figured Out'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvqJUQByreI/AAAAAAAAAA0/__NrwIhA1Z0/s72-c/2209923478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-661588919743772688</id><published>2007-09-25T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:21:40.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Shortage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/remarksman/manshortage2.html"&gt;Brilliant Piece Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Shortage grows worse and worse every day. It's too bad men suck so much! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-661588919743772688?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/661588919743772688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=661588919743772688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/661588919743772688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/661588919743772688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-shortage.html' title='The Man Shortage'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-386958027020370425</id><published>2007-09-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:42:26.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women, Motorcycles and Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvfczgByrdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DvplakS8XcI/s1600-h/3014313100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvfczgByrdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DvplakS8XcI/s320/3014313100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113798679231376850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who could write this crap?  Is this the way it is supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm continually floored by the women I meet. Many of them - I'd say about 60% - are actually living the Sex &amp;amp; The City experience. More women are sleeping around with married men; more are simply getting tired of waiting for a baby and just get pregnant as quickly as they can by the first guy who will do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try a dating service. Do it for the educational experience.  The women are old divorcees with lots of sex partners or they are younger with 1-3 kids and not much money.  Most of them are looking for a bad boy. Many of them are searching for trouble. In fact, on Match.com, the #1 search term for women seeking men is "motorcycle".  These sad old tarts are looking for a romantic, wild, adventurous guy. Good luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 40 and I've found that when I mess around with women ages 27 to 35 or 36, I can get an erection easily and have very satisfying sex.  When I date women over 40, it doesn't matter whether she is attractive or not, I have a much more difficult time getting aroused.  It helps to be drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are women looking for?  The truth is that they don't know. They thrive on burning emotional energy and engaging others in that process. The aren't logical and don't do well with independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do, eh?  Just don't every marry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-386958027020370425?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/386958027020370425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=386958027020370425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/386958027020370425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/386958027020370425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/women-motorcycles-and-insanity.html' title='Women, Motorcycles and Insanity'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvfczgByrdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DvplakS8XcI/s72-c/3014313100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-6182507317200842334</id><published>2007-09-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:42:26.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Woman, Lives Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvPSkwByrcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8MCDLwRam14/s1600-h/1976401824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvPSkwByrcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8MCDLwRam14/s320/1976401824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112661530805185986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've met more and more women who own their own homes. Good for them, right?  Of course, it's a good thing when women have their own jobs, their own homes and a good circle of friends.  But why is it good for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very good for us because she is lonely. Very often she has no children and has devoted all of her younger years to working a soul-destroying career. Oh yes, she has lots of nice things and so many activities to keep herself happy. She's a modern girl living in a material world.  What could she want from a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she does like to get a good rodgering now and then. She needs sex -in fact much more sex as she ages. That's where you come in. The single homeowning woman in an upscale area is one of the best prospects for a long-term or short-term sexual relationships.  I've dated about 15 different women who fit this perspective and they are fantastic for sex and a short-term fling. You see, they really love their lives, so you aren't going to marry her and move in, but she is hurting inside for love, romance and sex. Women need it more than they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to find these women, go out for Tex-Mex and make sure they have a couple of tequila drinks. Then back to her place for really hot sex.  If she allows you into her bed, make it a spectacular night.  Let her know who "daddy" is. When you grow tired of her, move on to a new woman. Remember, the largest demographic of new home buyers is couples followed closely by single women. That means there are a lot of emotionally starving women who need to be serviced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-6182507317200842334?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6182507317200842334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=6182507317200842334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/6182507317200842334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/6182507317200842334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/single-woman-lives-alone.html' title='Single Woman, Lives Alone'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvPSkwByrcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8MCDLwRam14/s72-c/1976401824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-464094953988602209</id><published>2007-09-19T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:17:16.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm in the fitness business these days, and let me tell you, the women are easier after establishing a "personal trainer" relationship than they are after drinking tequila slammers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often I'm helping a woman workout with weights or helping her adjust to a yoga pose, and she'll turn around and say "my husband never touches me as gently as you do", or "you make me feel so special".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do, you dumbass! I'm here to get $100 from you for a one-hour workout session. Are you insane?  Don't fuck the help, you are married to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!  Well, not that I am completely averse to the attention. I love it when women are coming on to me. It's nice to know that a little close contact in a workout situation can get a woman wet from only my touch.  I've only taken advantage of one woman so far. She was a little stubby Jewish thing with really great tits. Things were great with her until she suddenly stopped paying for the workout sessions. I guess she thought the sex made up for it. Not hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll post more on my personal experiences through my biz as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-464094953988602209?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/464094953988602209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=464094953988602209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/464094953988602209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/464094953988602209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-business.html' title='My Business'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4037545142073130240</id><published>2007-09-18T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:42:26.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inferno has a good point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvA5fSfwyyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/030ZMfxP-h8/s1600-h/3460466734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvA5fSfwyyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/030ZMfxP-h8/s320/3460466734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111648786769300258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ulrich-inferno.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ulrich-inferno.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blogger has a very good point in his latest post. It seems that for now, the war against stupidity in male/female relationships is being won by the women.  In other words, feminism is still reigning supreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old bloggers are fading out. Rafael is gone, Captain Zarmband has quit. Duncan Idaho is off to a new country with no news. It seems the more observant guys are off to live life the MGTOW direction.  Not that I can blame them, but this is an interesting time to watch the world change.  Lots of men do "get it" and know that things are hopelessly knackered between the sexes. I cannot imagine marrying in this time, but there are ways to live a very happy life without a woman as a constant companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, women have an interesting take on the withdrawal of men from traditional society. Just as men left the civics clubs and churches, they are now withdrawing from anything that is dominated by women.  Historically, this happened in the old Soviet Union and that culture almost died off completely. If you let women run the show, it will be run on emotion, safety and conformity. Most men will emotionally and spiritually starve to death.  Physically, one has to use women now and then for sanity reasons, but for none other.  How are the women reacting?  Sometimes with anger, sometimes with pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are losers now. You see, now that men have moved out of organizations which don't value them, women are saying that men are slacking off. Men aren't motivated. Men are losers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess women had to have some sort of reaction when men started turning away. Perhaps it is time to stop noticing the problem - and simply ignore women. It's a thought, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4037545142073130240?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4037545142073130240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4037545142073130240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4037545142073130240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4037545142073130240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/inferno-has-good-point.html' title='The Inferno has a good point'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvA5fSfwyyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/030ZMfxP-h8/s72-c/3460466734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-5697273274412650571</id><published>2007-09-18T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:42:26.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvALOyfwyxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hqxNRdSiazQ/s1600-h/2414855162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvALOyfwyxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hqxNRdSiazQ/s320/2414855162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111597925766581010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of guys in the MRA and MGTOW movements have remarked that foreign women are far superior to the women in the West.  This is true to a large degree. However, you have to remember that our culture is the poison that turns women into golddigging hose-beasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You marry a girl in Thailand and bring her back here; you will have maybe two years of a very good marriage. Then she will really master American English and start to relate to the daytime talk shows and other nonsense.  She will get all of her advice about men from Dr. Phil and Ellen Degeneres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah will tell her that she is a goddess and religious and cultural leaders will persistently bash men. None of this bullshit exists in her native culture.  When she gets to America and has her mind poisoned, she will be just like any other American skank. She's think it's great fun to have loads of sex with different guys.  She will think marriage means no more sex.  She won't do anything around the house; no cooking, no cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it happen before. I know a guy who brought a lovely Russian girl to his home in Colorado. She turned from a charming religious girl into a monster in about six months. Television, pop culture and other American women destroyed what she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be careful and remember the best policy to use with women: Use &amp;amp; discard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-5697273274412650571?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5697273274412650571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=5697273274412650571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5697273274412650571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/5697273274412650571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/foreign-women.html' title='Foreign Women?'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/RvALOyfwyxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hqxNRdSiazQ/s72-c/2414855162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2221147099870637856</id><published>2007-09-17T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:42:26.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather Mills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/Ru8RWCfwywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qPoESGNl89A/s1600-h/3015845420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/Ru8RWCfwywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qPoESGNl89A/s320/3015845420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111323172413688578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abused? No. Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Mills is the poster child for false abuse allegations. Her marriage to Paul McCartney was a complete con. She married him to get access to his money. When they divorced, suddenly, he was an abusive monster. Sounds like a lot of horseshit to me.  I'm convinced Heather used her marriage as a business move.  She allied herself to a rich man using a contract that heavily favors women when it is breached. You might have heard about this demonic contract; it's called marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she is making the rounds of US talk shows and nobody is questioning her lies about Paul McCartney. If you have any kind of substantial assets, let this be a lesson to you.  If you are a rich man, you are very likely to be seen as a wallet to be looted, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2221147099870637856?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2221147099870637856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2221147099870637856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2221147099870637856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2221147099870637856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/heather-mills.html' title='Heather Mills'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/Ru8RWCfwywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qPoESGNl89A/s72-c/3015845420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-7337980974294562331</id><published>2007-09-17T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:42:37.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, women expect to work and not have someone look after them. You will have to remember this in your dating/hookup life. There are still a lot of women who are looking for Prince Charming to pay all the bills and let them stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad part about being a Captain Save-a-Ho is that you will enjoy it at first, but being 100% responsible for another person is a BAD thing. She will quickly realize that having a child will keep her at home where she can watch television all day and eat pretty much all day as well.  You don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, getting back to working women. I did have a scam that worked really well with women for a while.  During the times I was growing and selling marijuana a few years back, I would often take jobs house-sitting for people when they went out of town. It was easy work and I would set up shop and work online at their homes. Usually the homes were the $300,000 to million dollar types.  I'd have delicatessens deliver food, packages dropped off, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in Vista, California, I had some motorcycle gear shipped to a house I was staying in. It was a nice place and the FedEx girl was a really attractive and athletic blonde. I was the last stop on her route for the day. We talked, she liked "my" house and I got her to come back that evening for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she came back, I hid all the stuff that would easily give the place away as someone elses. All the magazines disappeared - all the new mail. I stashed those and had some wine open and an old romantic movie on when she arrived.  I told her owning such a nice home was fantastic but lonely. She was so sympathetic, but I also knew she was a golddigger.  We fucked all night. It was so romantic. I was everything she wanted in a man; easy-going, friendly and up for paying for everything. She was everything I wanted; beautiful, ready to fuck me all night and just a really sweet girl.  It was an added plus that she was very clean with perfect teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't had my new Arai helmet dropped off at that house, I never would have slept with her. I think her name was Allison, but I did get really trashed that night. I remember she had really great tits, and a little tattoo of a butterfly right below her bellybutton.  I saw her only one more time, we went to a movie theatre and started making out; then back to her place for about a half hour of sex. I had already finished my housesitting by that point, so I told her I'd call her and just moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to take these opportunities when they come up. No woman really wants to be tied to one man. They really just want someone to pay their bills.  Remember, its' all about having your money; controlling the way it is spent and keeping you under control.  You aren't there for sex after it becomes an official "relationship", you are simply there to pay bills and fix things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women: Use, then discard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-7337980974294562331?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7337980974294562331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=7337980974294562331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7337980974294562331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/7337980974294562331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/taking-opportunities.html' title='Taking Opportunities'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-4080785989277649475</id><published>2007-09-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:41:24.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Wear a Condom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unless you are absolutely certain the girl is sterile and clean of diseases.  Why do this?  Heres' a horror story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim is a corporate wage slave in middle America. He works his ass off for a department of women managers that always try and take credit for his work. He is married to a woman who decided she hated sex immediately after marriage, so he is frustrated and unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim meets Debbie, a very sweet girl about his age, but somewhat depressed. They work together on a project and find themselves at her place one day to pick up a file. One thing leads to another and they have sex all afternoon - without a condom. They don't use a condom because Debbie swears to God and her mother's grave that she is on the pill and cannot get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months later, Dylan is born. Jim is now divorced and paying child support for his child from his first marriage and for young Dylan. He loves his children, but hates the women in his life.  He found out Debbie didn't care anything for him, just wanted to trap some poor fool into giving her a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why you wear a condom. If you aren't having anally receptive sex with IV drug users, you don't really need to worry about AIDS. You do have to worry about herpes and other nasty bugs, but the nastiest bug of all is 18 years of child support payments backed up by the force of the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a condom. Wear a condom. Always, always, always wear a condom. Never have kids in the West. It is too damned expensive and you'll most likely end up divorced and separated from your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-4080785989277649475?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4080785989277649475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=4080785989277649475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4080785989277649475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/4080785989277649475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/always-wear-condom.html' title='Always Wear a Condom'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-3230291830232404554</id><published>2007-09-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:37:44.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elise</title><content type='html'>Just this summer I was dating a Real Estate agent named Elise. She was very average; beautiful face, but not a Miss Universe or anything.  We got drunk on our first date; Spanish food and Chianti. We went back to my place and continued drinking wine. We watched a DVD of the movie Serenity and started making out on the sofa. Before we were half into the movie, we were back in the bedroom going at it.  The next few weeks were incredible fun. We went out, drank and messed around. Once I met her at her office and she asked me to put my fingers inside of her right there at work. Crazy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after we'd been the hot new couple in town for a few weeks, she tells me she is going away for the weekend to ride horses with friends. Well, I knew a coworker of hers from a long time ago. After she left on her trip, I called him and asked what was up. Apparently, there were no horses on this trip. She was going to have a weekend away with her ex-boyfriend CJ.  I didn't call her or make any plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got back, I asked her to do favor after favor for me. She took my dog to the vet for me - and paid for his shots; she bought me some shirts at JCrew and even brought me lunch at work. After about two weeks of this, she got a little testy with me and called me up. She said we didn't have any time together and she didn't want to run errands for me anymore. Most importantly, she was interested in having sex again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I can't do that." I said.  Without missing a beat, she says "why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I knew she had sneaked away to sleep with CJ so I wasn't about to sleep with her again.  She was humiliated.  A woman getting caught screwing around is the most scared creature in the world.  We pretty much broke up at that point, but she tried over and over to get back with me, saying the whole thing with CJ was a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't trust women these days. Just enjoy them if you know they are safe, but always watch out for signs of cheating and be aware that women love to screw around with married men. They consider it a "safe" relationship with no strings attached. Married men know this and screw around constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, when it comes to women: Use, then discard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-3230291830232404554?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3230291830232404554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=3230291830232404554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3230291830232404554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/3230291830232404554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/elise.html' title='Elise'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-6153102525046176852</id><published>2007-09-15T09:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:39:02.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've found if you live in a town with an abundance of women, they will all flock to the bad boy types.  In a general population, about 35% of the single guys are banging just about all the single women. I know this sounds insane, but it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that all women (with very few exceptions) are hypergamous; which means they are only interested in bedding men that are superior to them. This means: he has more money than she does.  If you can create an image of wealth or easy money, you can score very easily with women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men who learn this early on are very successful screwing around. Of course confidence goes a long way, but money is the main motivator for women.  A new shirt and a nice car will take you most of the way. Your confidence and bullshitting skills will close the deal.  Sweeten the whole process with a little alcohol and you are guaranteed to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd always known women were generally attracted to wealth.  When I was married and the dot-com boom was going on, I was making money and getting great sex at home and with random girls when I was on the road. It was great, but mostly just recreational.  Eventually, you want something more. Unfortunately, my ex was more of the psycho hose-beast type so life with her was just physical release, not much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started craving a more emotional relationship. I wanted to fall in love with women, have unbelievable sex, then back away when the freshness of the experience started to fade.  This is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep a long conversation going with a few women on the internet at the same time, you can slowly convince them that you care about them as a person. You can slowly introduce flirtations and sweet compliments - playing her heart like a harp; beautiful things but respectfully keeping distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, this causes a woman to fall in love with you very deeply. When you finally meet, and then decide to have sex, it is so powerful that it is like sex times ten.  It is an amazing emotional and physical connection.  Now I know some of you are saying things like "Wait a minute! That's real love! You shouldn't play with people like that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To an extent, that is a correct sentiment, however, men have to realize that women aren't interested in a man after a certain point. After 2-3 years in a relationship, women get just as bored as men. They fall out of love with most men they are linked with. Of course, there are exceptions; I once dated a girl who was completely head over heels in love with her ex-boyfriends who had dumped her 4 years before I met her. Four years! She still wistfully spoke of him as though he was the greatest man who ever graced the planet with his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sometimes love (or psychosis) lasts a long time, but most of the time it only goes a few years. That is why the divorce rate is so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run. More observations later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-6153102525046176852?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6153102525046176852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=6153102525046176852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/6153102525046176852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/6153102525046176852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/observations.html' title='Observations'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931061004444468900.post-2431091421041227147</id><published>2007-09-15T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:45:13.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Online Guide to Dealing with Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm 40 years old, a confirmed bachelor who has had most of the typical experiences men have with women.  I enjoy women, I think the body design was brilliant (kudos to God), but I think the brains of women are so overcharged with emotion that they cannot function without strict moral and social codes to keep them in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we live in a time when there are few checks on women and they are out of control. Women are much more promiscuous, much more masculine, much more infected with social diseases and downright difficult to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have claimed that women were always the way they are today. Bullshit!  If that were true, most women through history would have spent most of their lives whoring around, then finding a chump to marry at age 39 so they could whelp one "designer" child before getting absurdly fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, women these days are creatures of a new social model; one that works quite well for single men but not too well for women.  I'll be expanding on these themes throughout this blog as well as giving practical advice for dealing with women and enjoying them physically with the least difficulty and expense possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931061004444468900-2431091421041227147?l=dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2431091421041227147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931061004444468900&amp;postID=2431091421041227147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2431091421041227147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931061004444468900/posts/default/2431091421041227147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dealingwithwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-online-guide-to-dealing-with-women.html' title='Your Online Guide to Dealing with Women'/><author><name>THE MASTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953621759102395137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKrBmZIMjSI/SOTntWKQggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fW5snFTrhAg/S220/4007284387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
