Today I read Dannyfrom504’s blog entry http://dannyfrom504.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/why-you-should-avoid-9-10s/, where he comments on how it’s never a good strategy to be the schmuck who fawns over a woman. I so endlessly agree.
I guess it’s really a fundemental thing in all of us, isn’t it? We want what isn’t easily given to us. The ones that are harder to get, the things we have to work for in order to make it happen is always more satisfying when we -do- have it.
I’m not picturesque, but I clean up pretty well, and the men who lays down flat are uninteresting to me. It’s beta. We women want someone who’s confident and calm, someone who isn’t easily figured out. And a man giving me a small, secretive, almost sly smile, paying me half a compliment is so, so more attractive, than someone fawning. Always.
And please don’t misunderstand, it’s not about coming across as an arrogant asshole, it’s merely about not laying down flat for women. An air of confidence and the … ‘It’s not that I don’t give a shit, but I’m not desperate to close you’ will have a woman -wanting- to get closed.
Anyway, tonight I was going back from a big city near by. The car was somehow going way too fast on a perfect road with little nooks and turns, the music was flowing from the speakers and the sun was setting on a clear blue sky. Spring is -finally- here after a long, long, cripplingly cold winter… (Okay, yes, maybe I don’t exactly live in the Arctic, but is sure as f*ck feels like it. And I tend to get kinda shortfused when I’m cold… It’s not very charming, in all honesty. I just hate, hate being cold. And yes, I could (almost) be open to suggestions to come live with some reader, who lives somewhere nice and warm and toasty. Mmmm.)
This feeling of spring being here, and waving buh-bye to the last few months where work was way too hectic, where the kids and I were sick in turns (Did I mention I hate winter?) and where I let exhusband piss me off too much, made me feel like I’m getting back to the feel I had in 2012. Of course there was days where I felt pulling the duvet up over my head and just sleep for a week, but I mainly had this intoxicating feel of being -free-. Of feeling like the world were at my feet. Not in an arrogant way, but letting go of something that didn’t work and reaching for a new life, gave me that feeling. And that feel is starting to stir in me again, which is really, really nice.
What is new as well, is the fact that I think I’m actually starting to miss having someone in my life to spoil and cook for and sleep next to. For a long time, anything that smelled of commitment made me back away by a mile. I don’t think I have that reflex anymore. This new lack of slight panic, when I think of the concept of meeting someone, makes me feel all warm and calm. Very girly, I know. And the thought of all the wonderful, hairychested men out there, makes me feel all warm, as well. 😉 I don’t want perfection, I’m not one to look for flaws in a man. George from http://3rdmilleniummen.wordpress.com/ will probably flame me for saying this (;)), but I just want someone that I have insane chemistry with. Someone who’s Alpha enough to make me go all putty in his hands. If he has that, I don’t care about sixpacks or height or how many figures is on his paycheck. Oh, and while we’re on 3MM, major, major kudos for the interview he did with Huffington Post. http://3rdmilleniummen.wordpress.com/2013/04/03/huffpost-live-interview-done/ That was -me- laying down flat, ’cause that must have taken cojones.
I think that was my ramble of the day. Life is pretty damn sweet.