It's a win win seeing eachother at their best. There's been a few gals who thought enough of the ol Case country boy charm to accept OTC dinner dates or hang out of their own accord way past "quitting time". While I'm a funny fella and easy to get along with in short doses those gals never have woken up to the sight of me hanging a deer up in the front yard, opened the fridge to a fresh batch of the catch of the day soaking in her best Tupperware or had to deal with my cranky ass dragging in at 10 pm smelling like whatever machine I've been working on with muddy boots.
Thank goodness we have the perfect set up with the gals, I don't have to pretend to like you're family and you don't have to put up with my camo wearing, fish cleaning, mud tracking in sorry self but for a couple hours.Very good post that sums up why we do this!!
My wife was tired of putting up the Christmas tree. She wanted to get an 18" pre lit tree "plastic shrub" My day off I buy a 7 ft tree. Really nice. I go in the basement and found years and years worth of ornaments. I put it up with most of the lights I found and an assortment of very nice ornaments from throughout the years. I found all of the baby's first Christmas ornaments and made them very easy to find on the tree. It looks like $8 worth of a $2 h--ker.
Her response. .......................
do you know how long it will take me to put all of this away??????
and Thats Why these ladies are so successful.
It's a win win seeing eachother at their best. There's been a few gals who thought enough of the ol Case country boy charm to accept OTC dinner dates or hang out of their own accord way past "quitting time". While I'm a funny fella and easy to get along with in short doses those gals never have woken up to the sight of me hanging a deer up in the front yard, opened the fridge to a fresh batch of the catch of the day soaking in her best Tupperware or had to deal with my cranky ass dragging in at 10 pm smelling like whatever machine I've been working on with muddy boots.
Thank goodness we have the perfect set up with the gals, I don't have to pretend to like you're family and you don't have to put up with my camo wearing, fish cleaning, mud tracking in sorry self but for a couple hours.
Very good post that sums up why we do this!!
so what you are saying is that:
1. there is a beautiful woman making herself as stunning as possible and putting her best foot forward, doing erotic things that she in normal life most likely wouldn't do, in the hopes that a kind man will spend time with her and funds on her to have a memorable and fun time.
2. That we put our best foot forward in hopes that we might have a chance to spend time with this beautiful and erotically willing woman, who is obviously far beyond our normal life grasp. A woman so exotic and desireable that we are undeserving of her presence. And that time spent with her will never be forgotten.
Isn't that what we used to call a date??
Thank goodness we have the perfect set up with the gals, I don't have to pretend to like you're family and you don't have to put up with my camo wearing, fish cleaning, mud tracking in sorry self but for a couple hours.
Very good post that sums up why we do this!!
You nailed it again buddy. We seek the spark and fun of the ol courtship days before complacency set in. In real life the woman get complacent or take us for granted she tells herself " he ain't going nowhere, so I don't have to try any longer" while the fellas get tired of being taken for granted.
Kinda like a job ya don't particularly like but ya can't afford to quit.
You really can afford to quit.
Fuck marriage!
Her dissatisfaction is our gain..
I would have cooed with pleasure and taken a pic of it and showed it off
when I was still together with my ex:
One day we are watching television together and my ex says, "hey I'm thinking of turning the front spare bedroom into an office for me". I said "cool". She proceeds to telling me about exactly what she was going to do to the front spare bedroom to turn it into an office, and I'm hearing Charlie Brown's Mom talking, you know "whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp whomp".
One of my many faults, I just really don't give a flyin fuck about shit like that, and at some point I stopped listening to much of what she had to say.
So, she went out and bought paint, brushes, trim tape, some wallpaper border and she proceeds to tell me on a Saturday morning that she's going to need my help painting and putting up wallpaper border. I said, "fuck you, what do I look like, a fucking painter"? "If you want the room painted, you have choices, you can paint it yourself, or you can hire someone to do it for you". Trust me it's not that I'm lazy, I just did the math really quick in my head (I'm pretty good at math), get in a fight because she thinks I'm lazy, or get in a fight because I'm not painting or putting wallpaper up right. Either way, her fucking project turns into a recipe for a fight. Lose/lose proposition. Near the end, she bought a sweater dryer, you know an Elliptical machine, and as I was putting it together she proceeded to tell me I was doing it wrong, so I asked her why she bought such an expensive, complicated sweater dryer.
Yeah, I'm not very good at the whole relationship thing.
Any wonder why I'm divorced? Oh and she is 5" shorter than me and weighed 60 pounds more than me and thought giving head was gross.
And, that's why these ladies are so successful. BOLD and ITALICIZED