Assertiveness

Hello, the truth is I didn’t disappear. As for those of you faithful readers, I have good news. My evolution is on. I've managed to pay back my college tuition at Audrey Cohen. I may end up with enough money saved to pursue a higher education and enroll in a career full time next year. I continue to pursue my dream of becoming a self-published author. I will be taking courses on personal development this summer: swimming and playing guitar. I keep getting monthly interviews with David D. I’ve undertaken the task of reading a huge manual of information on human sexuality, entitled Sex: A Man’s Guide (Stefan Bechtel, Laurence Roy Stains, main authors). I’ve broadened my musical horizons. It’s playing now and it will continue to flow until well after I’m done here Back to the voices inside my head: I listen to the ones with balls. I will go on a trip at work to Great Adventure. I will face my irrational fear of roller-coasters. It would be ideal if I find a gorgeous client and let her take me. I could play the child for a little while. Until, that is, she acts childish. Then I take it all back. Either my authority will be restored or I walk. A dictator, I am. It’s me looking from up here and taking care of you, opening doors, listening to your mindless and incessant chattering, oblivious to your shifting moods and tending to your needs. Making sure is okay for you to cross the street, guide you to your seat in the car, make sure you are taken care of. Not in a courteous manner but in a relaxed display of masculinity and assuming the role of being the man. She secretly wants you to. Your job is not to please her. It’s to reward her as is accordingly suitable to her behavior. In other words, if she behaves, then throw her a bone. Think of her as a child you’re traveling along with. You joke, you reprimand, you ignore, you pay attention to. The most import thing to realize is that not just girls but everyone will respect you by the respect you show them and yourself. It’s not arrogance; the arrogant type seeks approval at a more complex level, in essence the arrogant type is, deep down inside, insecure. The assertive type: you initiate things, and back down from anything that seems to be either too boring or unnecessarily difficult. Don’t back down from challenges; always be willing to run the risk to walk on the thin line. Girls will appreciate you for it. Don’t take with you any romantic agendas. Don’t be too sexual or straight-forward. Give them plenty of space, forget yourself (actually, the shy are not noble interesting creatures, commonly quite the contrary, they are self-absorbed and incapable of letting go of themselves and marveling on the presence of another) and immerse in them. They’re warm, loving creatures. The problem is, we often miss that. We’re eagerly seeking to satisfy our need for closure that we fail to see them as what they are: the opposite sex. They choose more carefully, as they are only capable of carrying a single man’s genes at a time. No woman can be naturally inseminated by two different males. Being pregnant is no easy task, it means they will need a reliant lover by her side. Testosterone, we produce oh so much more than them. It’s what makes us man and also nonstop horny. The thing is, our approach. We tend to be too sweet and straight-forward. This is child’s play. You’re a man. Keep your distance, show interest but don’t give yourself away just yet. Forget yourself, let go and flush away all insecurities. It should feel like a release, not a rehearsal. You rehearse in your mind the routines: possible scenarios, ways of distinguishing yourself from the rest, maybe keeping your mouth shut and keeping the eye-contact. Relax and be unemotional, unaffected, completely calm. Don’t be soft, though. Like a knife, if not handled properly, can cut. Be indifferent to the arrogant kind. It’s what makes them become earthly. Let’s go stir things up a bit tonight.