Guys, let’s get real. Very few of us look like Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt, and none of us does as well with women as we’re sure they do. These are facts, and if you think otherwise, stop reading now.
That said, I can’t believe the average man doesn’t do better with women. I’m average in looks, never been married, forty-something-years-old, drive a car that’s several years old, and don’t have that much money, but I do all right with women. To be truthful, I do better than all right with women, but I have a secret that is so obvious it eludes most men.
First, let me give you example of what I’m talking about when I say most men are clueless about women. A friend of mind thinks he’s such a catch that he believes every woman wants him. I’ve seen a woman he’s treated like dirt come up to him in a bar, slap him silly and call him scum and worse, but when she walks away, he always turns to his drinking buddies and says, “She still wants me. She’s hot for my body.”
Now, I’m not the sharpest tack in the box, but when a woman tells me off and slaps my face so hard it still hurts two days later, I never think she’s hot for my body.
This friend of mine is not an Adonis, not even close, but he can’t walk past a mirror without stopping to check himself out and preen. Sad but true.
Guys, if this sounds familiar to you, you are in need of some serious help
Why do I succeed where my friend does nothing but make the women angry at him?
It’s simple really. A woman doesn’t want a guy who’s more hung up on himself than on her. A woman wants a man who thinks of her first and makes her feel safe and secure, and you should have learned this in high school.
You do remember high school, don’t you? I must admit most of high school is hazy, even to me, but what I do remember has stayed with me all my life. In my high school, the jocks or members of some other group you didn’t belong to always got the babes, and most of the time, all you got was rosy palm and her five sisters. Once in a while you got lucky and got laid, but what you didn’t know was the girl had already gone to bed with all the other guys in school and you were the last one on her list. But you never thought about why she was fucking you, you were just happy to be fucking a woman and a real one at that.
If it hadn’t been for dear old dad’s Playboy magazines and the lock on the bathroom door, most of us would have gone through high school drooling zombies from the hormones making us get a stiff dick every time we saw a girl’s erect nipples or down her blouse or caught a glimpse of a girl’s panties when she crossed her legs. Hell, some of us got stiff just imagining what a girl would look like nude.
High school is supposed to be where you learn the basics to get you through life, but what I remember most vividly about high school is what I learned in study hall; and it wasn’t from teachers. Study hall was where the girls let their hair down and talked about boys the way boys talked about girls but with brutal honesty. The girls in study hall taught me what they liked and disliked sexually, and it’s where I found out the jocks weren’t the studs they thought they were, at least not by the girls’standards. The jocks strutted around high school like peacocks, but according to the girls in study hall, most jocks climbed on a girl, pumped three times and were done but still expected the girl to thank him for a job well done. The poor guys didn’t know they were the butt of jokes in the girls’ locker room, and I suspect some of them still have no idea they are duds in bed not studs. By senior year, these fast eddy jocks had to go after the freshmen girls for dates because every girl in the three upper grades knew what they were like in bed and freshmen girls were too young to know better. But even freshmen girls soon learned these jocks were washouts in bed and spread the word to their sisters, aunts, cousins, and every woman they met. The jocks left high school eventually, but years later they were still jocks in bed because they continued to listen to themselves and not to the women.
I always listen to women and have used this knowledge to my advantage from high school to the present day. Women will do anything you ask if you listen to them. Don’t be shy, ask your woman what pleases her in bed. If asked, she’ll tell you, but you have to ask. So come on guys, ask your woman what pleases her and you’ll be surprised at what she tells you. When it comes to love-making you must listen to the woman and use what she tells you to make her feel as if she is the only woman in the world.
The biggest complaint I hear from women is that men don’t draw out the sex long enough. You guys know what they mean. You jump on the woman, hump her for a few minutes, pump her and come, then you roll off and go to sleep, thinking you’re some legendary stud because you have a woman in your bed. Well, guess again. Women don’t want a sprinter, they want a marathon runner. Let me put it this way, if you want good sex, you have to give good sex first. And remember this, if you’re not doing your homework, somebody like me will do it for you.
Women like different things because not all woman are the same. That would make for a dull world and the world of women is far from dull.