Last night was an interesting one, with many lessons to be learned from.
So, I headed to the local bar last night to chill out and catch up on my beer drinking. I do like beer, when in walked the beautiful 19 year old Swedish girl I had slept with 2 nights previous.
We had kept in light flirty contact over text since departing from each other’s swim suit areas, basically trying to arrange a meet up again to maybe go into the neighbouring resort on the island, where I would once again deliver to her many an orgasm.
As she walked in, we both made eye contact and exchanged sexually flirtatious glances. After a few minutes of getting settled with her friends and drink orders, etc. she strutted over to me looking fucking immaculate. Long blonde wavy hair, denim hot pants, and golden yoga legs that ran from her neck down.
We had a light conversation, with everything going on under the radar with intense sexual body language, as per usual.
She went on to the dance floor to join her friends and began to dance for me, holding eye contact and swivelling her amazing hips and beautiful little ass which was tightly packed into her denim short-shorts. She was being overtly sexual, in a “teasing” kind of way…this was my first red flag which kind of turned me off a little bit.
I averted my gaze and went back to talking with a friend.
Eventually I went out for a cigarette and ushered for her to join me, which she did. I sat on the couch, she followed.
She was a little distant, so with a pat of a hand on the couch, I made her move closer to fill the center space.
We started talking about absolutely nothing, holding incredibly strong constant eye contact (from what I remember I was telling her of how I was going to tie her up).
I finished my cigarette, and leaned in to kiss her…she leaned back, avoiding my kiss, and wagging her finger at me saying “No, we don’t kiss” in front of everyone who was clearly glued to her as she was the most stunning girl in the bar.
I immediately centred myself, looked her in the eye inches from her face and said slowly and calmly “if you ever do that again, it will be the last time you ever see me.” I then grabbed her, pulled her in and kissed her anyway, stood up, and walked back inside, leaving her to re-assess her actions.
Following that, she stayed outside and began to flirt openly with two other guys. She came back inside with one of the guys, placed her box of cigarettes on my table and started to grind the other guy in front of me on the dance floor.
This girl…is a game player! She is a manipulator who is used to using her body and sexual attractiveness as a power weapon. She is also only 19. Makes sense.
Because I have been through this journey for long enough, I now know exactly the type of women I want in my life, and the type I don’t. I know what I am willing to tolerate, and what I have zero time for. This girl’s behaviour was not something I find attractive, ever.
After she tired herself out dancing, she walked over to me and started random chit chat. I placed my hand on her lower back, placed my finger over her lips to cut her off, and said in a calm and firm manner:
“Listen, I don’t play games, and I don’t have the time or the want to put up with bratty behaviour. You may be used to playing with boys, but sweetheart, you are dealing with a man right now, and that shit does not run with me. The first night I met you, that girl was attractive, I liked that girl. Tonight’s version of you, I find very unattractive. I like you, but I’m not willing to deal with your behaviour. Now, go away, enjoy the rest of your night doing whatever your doing, and if you decide you would like to be on my page, you know where I am, and we can take it from there.”
This says SO many things about the type of man I am, my morals, principles, internal strength and character. The fact she is so incredibly gorgeous, and I have no issue tossing her hot bratty ass out the door if she does not behave or meet my standards of character holds huge power.
I turned her around and gently pushed her away from me into the crowd and went back to enjoying my night.
Will she come back to me? Who knows, if she does, great, we can start on a better note of understanding.
If she doesn’t, great, as I have eliminated the type of girl I never want to even entertain, especially if she wants to stay in game playing mode. Let her fuck with other guys, she will inevitably get bored and in the end crave for a man of strength regardless.
I am not thinking about her or waiting for her to text me. She has been ejected, and as a man, the WEAKEST thing you can do is to go back on your morals, and break your own rules. She will never respect you or your word ever again, but the most damaging thing is that she will lose all trust in you.
She has the lifeline to return based on my rules. It’s her choice.
At her core, she is behaving like this for the most part as this is all she knows and how she has matured around guys, mainly due to weak boys fucking around with her, so she applies this emotional barrier/shield. It’s not her fault, she is still a beautiful person underneath her social damage. The amazing thing about being an aware and present man to this, is that you can set her free, if she is ready and chooses
So…do YOU know what you want in a woman? What you are willing to put up with, and what you will not stand for? Are you willing to show a beautiful woman the door if she does not meet your expectations? Most guys, are not.
Believe me, it is difficult for me also. There is nothing sadder than seeing that perfectly sculpted ass walking out of your life, when you could have been having sex with her, but…at what cost?
I sleep soundly at night knowing that I stand true to myself, which can only filter down into every other aspect of my life.
Make a list of what you desire, and what you will not tolerate, and be specific!
It will build clarity which will allow you to navigate with a much stronger purpose. THIS is sexually magnetising to women!
Lotsa love you bad-ass motherfuckers,