Sex is a given these days. Tell most any man on the dating scene you want to wait to have sex and he’ll likely keel over in anaphylactic shock because he’s developed an acute allergy to the word “no” since he’s completely accustomed to hearing the word “yes”. I personally prefer it to be the other way around.
I don’t use my vagina as a crafty tool like some women do- to get men to do them favors, to make them suffer, nor do I think it possesses some mystical powers that can subdue any man at my every whim.
I simply don’t have sex with, much less imagine, what it would be like to have sex with just any man. Not any man will do because not every man does it for me- “it” being everything I need possible from him, and then some. Because it isn’t about men, it’s about me. And unfortunately, many men and many women don’t see it that way at all.
1. You Don’t Know Shit About Me
We’ve been talking for about 3 days, mostly about you, and all of the sudden you want to go out to your car in some dark alley and break it out.
Or we’ve known each other for some time, but the only thing you really know about me is that you think I’m into you even though you’ve never even bothered to ask- while you’re not intuitive enough to give me any credit for what I do know- that your motives are just to sleep with me, nothing more, nothing less.
You don’t know shit about me because if you did, you’d actually know that what you’re doing, and not doing, just isn’t working for me and never will. Lucky for me, it sucks to be you.
2. I’m Not Passing Out Free Lunches
I’m not like any other woman you’ve met. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of women say that but in my case, it’s actually true. Or just the opposite may be the root of the problem altogether- maybe you just haven’t heard women say that to you enough, much less live up to it.
Contrary to the mindset that women have adapted to these days, I don’t have to fuck men to be accepted. I don’t have to act “sexy” where “sexy” really means skank trick-trashy and I don’t feel the need to hand out my vagina like a complimentary grocery store snack service item. Why? Because sex is worth a lot more to me than it is to you and most of the women you get it from. Just because they don’t place any value on sex doesn’t mean that I don’t.
3. I Don’t Like You
You’re probably an asshole, we have nothing in common, and you’re not anything I’d be proud to bring home to my father. But in all actuality, it’s probably more of the first dilemma- I don’t like you because there really isn’t a whole hell of a lot to like.
The mathematical assholedisiac formula that is always guaranteed to work for you with other women because you’re cute, drive a fast car, have some cash in your pocket and play the electric geetar like Eddie Van Halen means dog shit to me. I’m not into all the superficial game you’re running and that’s a good thing because now you can get back to fronting that shit on all the parasitic life forms out there who find that kind of nauseating horse just dandy and marvelous.
If you don’t know how to treat a woman, you’re right on target on your way out the door. Go find someone else to fuck- and fuck over for that matter.
4. You Can’t Hang
You haven’t got what it takes. There’s no chemistry, no intimacy, and no sense of trust that I can rely on you to give me everything I need in bed, or out.
For me, it all adds up and if you’re short changing me in any way, I’m feeling it- I’m not denying it, hoping for something better out of you, nor pretending the problem doesn’t exist. I fully acknowledge that you haven’t got what it takes to appreciate a woman like me, and I fully acknowledge that I’m better off knowing the type of man that can hang has no problem recognizing what it takes to do what you can’t- and is especially confident in knowing that he can and should.
5. I’m Much Too Much For You
I’m too much for you, in every way imaginable. I have entirely too much going on upstairs, in the middle, on the surface and yes, down below. I may, in fact, be too much, but that’s just because you’re not enough.
Sex to me is not just about the act- it’s more so about being attracted to a man who can keep up with me intellectually and emotionally as well as physically. I’ve found more often than not, that’s actually too much for most men. The key is, I know it and I don’t have to downsize or write myself off by being your FWB, FWF, or dirty old dish rag when I am certain I will find a real man who can more than keep up with me and is happy to give me everything I require.
6. I Know I’ll Live to Regret It
Something about you just screams, “Don’t do it, you’ll regret it!” Call it red flags, warning signals, gold plated dog pies or what have you. I just know that I’m not going to like you or myself all that much in the morning- and it isn’t worth a lousy 5 minutes of passion.
I’m the type of woman who lives to avoid this kind of shit because it preserves my dignity, my soul and a substantial bit of my ego- that I’ll always be that woman you could never have. That secret mysteriousness will be stewing in your mind for the rest of your life- I’ll always be the woman you’ll never forget. Beats being the woman who lives with regret.
7. I’m Holding Out For Something Better
Call me a weirdo, call me nun celibate, call me a bitch, call me a lesbian, call me what you wish. The fact of the matter is, you just aren’t good enough. See, I like a man who is just as selective and picky as I am about who I sleep with and you just don’t qualify. One of the reasons I know this is because I’ve seen all the rest of those girls you get down with- and I’m not privy to running with that beat up set. I’m in no hurry to get to the front of the line and compete for being used up goods- I’ve got much more to offer than that.
I do what I do when it comes to sex and that never involves doing it to please anybody but myself. It’s all about my pleasure, my security, my needs and the sanctity of reserving something special to share with someone who is out-of-this-world special to me.
Maybe if more people did that, they wouldn’t wind up getting used and abused- and they’d actually find someone worth spending their time with. But hey, who the hell am I? Just a woman who’s been happily married for 11 years. What do I know?
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