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The Truth Hurts.
It's funny how you'll be reading this a third and fourth time, and think, "Naaah...she's crazy, it can't be this bad." The truth is, that the truth hurts. The truth is folded away in some sock drawer someplace. The truth is only whispered, but never publicized. Why? Because we all know it goes on, has gone on, and will continue to go on, even after this article is read and discarded.
Sad? It’s actually rather humorous. It's the adventure that we want… the conquering of a man like this, and the men who will never stop pursuing greener pastures. Like a hound that has killed his first prey, and tasted his first blood, it's very difficult to go back to anything else.
The Man, The Victim...
Those Sneaky Woman...
Women can also be Players in their own right. Some, worse than men! They just don't make it quite as obvious and are far more subtle. They're keen on secrets, lies, keeping quiet, and maintaining their innocence - they've got good practice. Many female Players have been very hurt in the past, and use a series of men to seek out their own personal revenge on a man who Played them once upon a time. It's a horrible, vicious revenge. The scary thing about these women, is that they can appear to be the most beautiful, innocent, and loving people in the world. You would never know it, nor think it possible that they could actually be the WORST of all Players. Their ways can be so complex, so intricate, so different...with no pattern, that trying to describe each scenario would fill volumes.
Women have gone to great lengths to be with and seen with the "man of their dreams". They've slept in front of their doorsteps, waited for them outside of clubs, paced up and down the hall, given out their phone numbers, hotel rooms, bitten their necks in the middle of a song, rubbed their chests on the guy's chest, stolen kisses in the middle of a dance, grabbed the guy's private parts, tickled them and some atrocities I don't even feel like mentioning here. You should see these women. In fits of rage, they've cried in front of cars, pounded the pavement with their fists, thrown verbal fits, made repeated phone calls in the middle of the night, and more things I dare not mention. Beware of hurting a woman who loves you, and puts you on a pedestal.
When She Dances, and He Doesn't
He may be a great guy, great personality, great job... but not be able to dance that well, if at all. His interests are elsewhere, sports, hiking, or yard work for example. The furthest thing from his mind is dancing. They meet, or have met, and have started a relationship. He doesn't want to dance, she does. She'll sneak out on occasion, or call her nights going out her aerobic, stay-in shape time. He waits for her to come home. It gets a little later each time. The dance bug has bitten her, and it's very difficult for her to stop. They find it more and more difficult to talk about things they have in common anymore. She's so excited about dancing, but he's.... not.
By this time, he has two choices. He can either start taking dance classes, or forget about her altogether. He loves her, so he decides to give it a go. The classes are long and grueling. He's not getting it. He tries
to dance with her,
but by now she's frustrated that he's not picking it up fast enough. She gets impatient and encourages him to take privates with someone - anyone.
He starts the privates, only to realize he's spending less time with her. They go out one evening, and he encourages her to dance with other men. He sees how good his girlfriend and that "other man" is, and gets intimidated. A deep seed of resentment arises in his heart.
Now, more than ever, he doesn't even like the music. He starts questioning why he's there. Maybe he can deal with it, but ... look at her having a ball. How can he possibly match that? His ego is deflated, and goes home even more frustrated.
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