September 2010 by Solomon II
I had a rare opportunity last night. Through a series of miscommunication, unreliable friends and last minute schedule changes, I found myself alone at a bar with a woman I know. It was supposed to be a group thing. She’s 28, very attractive (a solid 7 at her worst) and recently engaged to a beta. A tall, handsome, successful beta – but a beta nonetheless.
We had known each other for a little over a year, and we struck up a close friendship, but she had been dating beta boy the whole time, so I never got a chance to fuck her. One of my few regrets.
ME: Congrats, Mel. I hear you’re engaged to Brad.
HER: Yeah. He’s a real sweetheart and I love him to death. I’ve wanted this for so long.
ME: Then why don’t you seem happy?
HER: I am. I really am happy. Honest.
ME: Bullshit. I know a happy Melanie, and this isn’t her.
HER: He just doesn’t give me butterflies. I know I’m just being a stupid girl, and things aren’t always like that, so I should just be happy.
ME: Why are you going through with this then?
HER: He’s a good man. I mean, he’s totally awes (I assume she meant awesome) what more could a woman want?
ME: Gina tingle.
HER: Huh?
ME: Oh, I mean those butterflies you mentioned earlier.
HER: I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. I mean, you know me, I’m a good person but I’ve made a lot of mistakes with guys.
ME: Save it, Mel. Looking through your Facebook page, it seems like you really enjoyed the hell out of those mistakes. Nothing wrong with being a party girl.
HER: I am NOT a party girl. Why does everyone always say that? Even Brad gives me a hard time about that and it’s just stupid. That’s not who I am now.
ME: You’re right. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to judge. I’m just being a dick. You know how I am.
HER: I’m just fucking sick of hearing that. I’m a good person, but yeah, I guess I’ve made some mistakes so now I want to make sure I’m not making a different kind of mistake with Brad.
ME: What do you mean?
I’ll stop there because there’s no need to subject you to the typical girl rationalization you’ve undoubtedly heard a million times before. I sat there in delight, completely silent as she took 45 minutes to say, and of course, I paraphrase:
“I had a blast. I fucked anything and everything with tattoos and a guitar (her weakness). I was taken on trips, got to visit different bars while on tour with my bad boy musician fuckbuddies, stayed in nice hotels, hung out in recording studios, drank top shelf drinks, and got fucked stupid by beautifully tattooed men with long hair and dangerous attitudes – all without paying a dime. It was great. I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything in the world because it made me who I am today.
Oh, but it was all a mistake.”
As she sat there talking to me, her loins yearning for a bad boy pole to explode inside her and save her from the beta fiancée who gave her a ring but fell short on the butterflies, I began thinking about “mistakes”. What exactly is a mistake in girl terms? I mean, even a toddler is smart enough to stop touching a hot stove after the first or second burn, but a woman will make the same mistakes in rapid succession year after year after year.
Then it dawned on me:
Action yielding a desirable reaction = success
Action yielding an undesirable reaction = mistake
Any logical, rational man can agree with the basic premise of this simplistic breakdown. Sure, we can say women make mistakes over and over again for years on end because they’re devoid of logic and rational ability, but that simply isn’t true. Women are smart, cunning, and laser focused when it comes to getting what they want. In the example above with my friend Melanie, spending 11 years as a professional party girl wasn’t a mistake at all. It yielded her the results she desired: popularity, gina tingle, excitement, wild sex, and adventure.
Then why would she refer to them as mistakes?
The answer is simple. It wasn’t a mistake, or shall I say her actions didn’t yield undesirable reactions, until she shifted her focus in life. When she decided to settle down and was surprised that a nice guy beta boy was unable to bring tingles to her over stimulated ransacked vagina, she viewed her past as a mistake.
Example: On Mel’s facebook page right now – somewhere down in her “summer 200X” photo album, she’s in a lake on a guy’s shoulders holding a beer. A second guy is reaching up behind her trying to untie her bikini top, and a third guy is grabbing the front of her top and trying to pull it off.
She’s all smiles as the rest of the group cheers around her.
She doesn’t view that lifestyle as a mistake. In fact, she documented it and posted it for the world to see. So what we have here is:
Action yielding a desirable reaction = success. Success not fitting in with your new and improved persona = mistake. In this scenario, one could argue that mistake = excuse.
That’s why men should reject the “everyone makes mistakes” argument from a woman when he’s interested in a long term relationship. She tries to play it off that in retrospect, her actions were wrong and she’s changed, but all it really is an excuse. Yes, that really IS who she is, and yes she really IS that type of girl. Otherwise she would have course corrected years ago. But she didn’t.
Men, it’s not our job to be gallant White Knights perched upon noble steeds rushing in to save women from their actions – even if she labels those actions as mistakes. She has revealed her character. My friend Mel is a great girl, a good person, and a wonderful friend, but she’s also been tagged by every douche bag musician in town and has the pictures to prove it. She even has the t-shirt, but it’s a little wet right now.
She didn’t make “mistakes”. She made decisions. Those decisions brought her the outcome she wanted, so she continued to make those decisions.
We’ll see how her marriage to the beta boy goes. My guess is she’ll either continue to be miserable and dream of the gina tingle of her past flings, or willingly cheat on the beta husband with whoever happens to be playing at the pub down the street. It’s ok though, because if it makes her happy, it’ll be a success. If she gets caught, it’ll just be another “mistake”.
Filed under Proverbs Tagged with rationalization hamster, sexual past, wedding
As iron sharpeneth iron, so one man sharpeneth another. Proverbs 27:17
13 Responses to Proverb 16: Mistakes, And The Women Who Love Them
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Solomon II says:
JG, but she’s a gooood perrrrsonnn (imagine a little pout and a whimpering voice coming out of a mouth that’s hosted 9 cocks that I know of – just in the 14 months we’ve been friends).
Poor girl. I wouldn’t mind fucking her, but when it came time for marriage, I wouldn’t touch her with somebody else’s dick.
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JG says:
OMG Solomon, whoever would kiss a mouth like that broad’s is a brave (insanely foolish?) man. Before I were to kiss a mouth like that (never knowingly!) I’d want her gargling with laundry bleach and mouth washing with plumbing drain cleaner. Too bad they don’t make titanium condoms for walking STD petri dishes like her. Ugh!!!
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JG, we’ve both probably kissed worse and didn’t even know it. Makes me throw up in my mouth just thinking about it.
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Days of Broken Arrows says:
This is some perceptive stuff you’re throwing down here. Did you see the recent study that showed the more sexual partneres a woman had, the less chance her marriage will be successful? Roissy posted on this recently.
I think you owe it to him to warn him about this — I think with her numbers there is an 80 percent change the marriage will fail. In which case, he’ll be forking over major $$$ and probably losing his kids.
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@ Days
I don’t know, man. Her beta boy is slowly figuring it out on his own. We’re not close friends, so I’ll leave him to his own conclusions. I think he was wondering if I was one of the guys in the pic at the lake, but he was too much of a pussy to ask.
I think down deep in his soul, he knows she’s fucked about everyone she knows. He’s getting there on his own.
Can’t wait to see how this shit plays out. Perhaps Solomon II will have a chance at a rebound bang, but I doubt it – what with me having no tattoos and actually showering every day.
Beta boy is a successful white collar type. I’m thinking she’ll swing back to the bad boys. Time shall tell.
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Lisa says:
Tall, handsome, successful beta? Isn’t that a contradiction? What the hell constitutes an alpha then?
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Tinderbox says:
You said you were attracted to her but haven’t made any serious moves because she’s been dating beta boy the whole time you’ve known her. But then in the comments you say she’s “hosted 9 cocks that I know of – just in the 14 months we’ve been friends.” If that’s the case, then why weren’t you up in that?
And wow, if she’s “dated” nine guys in the brief months before or during the time she’s dated beta boy, he is heading toward a train wreck. Hopefully he isn’t too blind to see what’s what in time.
Good grief, who would want to be married to that pin cushion? Somewhere there is a sexually frustrated beta boy who wants to get laid so bad that he’ll ‘go where every man has gone before’. Hopefully he won’t get a disease from her past…and future lovers.
Disgusting.