Random Weekend Musings for Your Digestion

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My head is swirling....I've got this gorgeous girl I've started going on dates with.
True, blue, actual, adult, doing stuff dates.
The old me would have scoffed and called it folly.
The old me was also hopelessly unhappy and a raging lunatic so fuck what he thinks.
She's chipping away at my ice walled and  reserved nature.

The game really does change with time, gentleman.
As it should...life is change.
I ran my one night and night time game until I had a pretty good bead on the requirements, but A) the quality is lower overall in my opinion, and B) honestly, once you've proven to yourself you can do it, the charm, if it ever had any, is completely gone.

My mind jumps back.
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She's dancing with a guy who came over to her immediately when she arrived.
IN fact, she hasn't even gotten a drink and he's hawking up behind her.
She hasn't even made it across the room and he's in hot pursuit.
I don't budge and from where I am can watch it unfold in an un-obvious way. But eventually, I want her to know that I am no completely oblivious. It is a super subtle test to see how she acts.
I wonder if she will pass my rather exacting standards but should she not pass, I will not hold it against her or judge her for we are not exclusive and this is 2014.
She's not a matron.

I step back and trust that he will be overbearing, demanding, pushy, and come from a place of subtle or not so subtle insecurity.
I trust that her woman radar will disclude him based on his overly aggressive and off-putting behavior. It's also an opportunity for me to demonstrate my confidence by remaining unfazed by his weak ass attempts and semi aggressive behavior.

A whisper in a room full of shouts.

You can tell he's the kind of guy that secretly hates women deep down.
The type of man who is obsessively controlling.
You can see it in his fastidious approach to his clothing. He keeps his jacket on while dancing. His hat perfectly perched on his head.
He does not calibrate to her glib and playful nature. He smashes right over it roughshod.
Whatever excitement he elicits with his aggressiveness becomes tiring and wearisome.

I've dated enough girls and been in field long enough to study both men and women.
In fact, I study men almost as much as I study women.
In particular, I watch male group dynamics and had to learn to combat aggressive male behavior (both verbal and physical) as I became increasingly successful with women and in particular, in this style of dance/scene where I often meet women (but interestingly enough, no longer date many whom I meet in this scene).

In a room full of shouts, a whisper is the loudest.

Whereas in other scenes and venues, you have to bear a measure of aggressiveness because so many guys post up, get drunk with their buddies on Jager (Aziz Ansari has an awesome bit about this) then shotgun style approach girls once drunk.

The key, to me, in any venue is to set yourself apart.
In this venue, knowing the dearth of pushiness and need to peacock demonstrated by so many, I kick a far more subtle game than I do in other venues/scenes.
So, when I dance with girls, I ask less questions. I keep it playful and fun. I'm not overtly trying to impress them, I have casual, simple, basic, kid in the sandbox fun like I'm at the beach and the warmth of the sun feels good on my skin after a long winter.

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At any rate, we're supposed to go out again tonight.
I'm looking forward to the feel of her soft lips pressed against mine and her lithely fragile frame pressed against my chest with my arms holding her securely as she falls into me.