RE: girlish girls, manly men.
December 16, 2014 at 11:55 pm
(This post was last modified: December 17, 2014 at 12:12 am by paulpablo.)
(December 16, 2014 at 9:50 am)thesummerqueen Wrote: I'm fine with being undecided, as long as the person states as such. I'm just pointing out that there are worse things. OP seems to be fairly unsure what exactly it is he prefers in a mate.
This is exactly right.
Rather than this thread being about what girls and guys do different it's just more about sexual attraction and how personally I love that a girl exhibits what is stereotyped as girlish behavior but it can also make my blood fucking boil.
I'll give an example just to try and make it clearer but it's sexual and this isn't area 69 so I'll tell the story in the form of a metaphor about baking cakes.
When me and my ex would bake a cake my ingredients would always be on top but one day we decided to see how it was with her ingredients ontop of my cake.
She would be just about to put the ingredients on my cake but each time she would stop and hesitate and say "Actually I'm not sure about this, we don't have to do this, are you sure about this" and so on, continually.
Up the the point where I got so annoyed I just said "Katie, put your fucking ingredients on my cake now."
And this wasn't role playing annoyed, or role playing taking control, I had just got to the point where I was genuinely infuriated at her indecisiveness and hesitation, BUT at the same time I think she did that just to bring out the infuriated side of me, it got her excited, her getting excited got me excited, in the end we baked a really really good cake. Which I loved.
So that is basically what I mean when I say I hate (what is stereotypically defined as) girlish behavior, but I also love it.
It kind of happens constantly, I've been out with girls who have often blatantly refused to even suggest places we should go and said it's up to the man to decide all these things.
The weirdest one was when I was in work and a girl asked me what should she have to drink out of the vending machine, I told her, (quick as a flash I just said tango, which is a drinks brand in the UK which I was craving at that point myself) she pushed the tango button instantly after I said it then said "Oh I didn't want that".
A part of me is thinking oh my god, I CANNOT comprehend what the fuck is going on in your mind, but then another part of me is thinking my god you're so girlish, indecisive, submissive and I just want to be in you.
It's difficult for me to talk about this without tripping over a thousand politically correct trap wires of stereotyping men and women and gender and all of this but whatever.
Are you ready for the fire? We are firemen. WE ARE FIREMEN! The heat doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat. We train in the heat. It tells us that we’re ready, we’re at home, we’re where we’re supposed to be. Flames don’t intimidate us. What do we do? We control the flame. We control them. We move the flames where we want to. And then we extinguish them.
Impersonation is treason.
