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Meeting Women: user guide and reviews No. 1

Have you ever noticed that there is nothing preventing more than one wife. Oh, Cynics will be tempted, certainly, to say they are sighted, calculating, Machiavellian. I tend to prefer think they act that way by instinct. For, without doubt, the woman the man would survive if it had just one day disappear, despite everything she has undertaken over the centuries tried to convince him otherwise.

But we wander, and I can already see, my dear young friends, you do not see exactly where I'm coming ...

Friends of the male, do you ever came face to women who tried to warn you, poor creature you were, they were not what they showed you, that it had been careful in their strokes as gossamer, weaving a web in the meshes of which you were already trapped, without even realizing it? And it was perhaps only the last glimmer of humanity that remained in her trying to protect you, to warn you for, especially not doubt it, you would suffer.

This attitude (repeatedly studied by yours truly, and if so, I assure you he knows, when necessary, take risks) demonstrates at least two things:

1) That women are unable to enjoy the present moment-in all cases much less than men, and that to protect themselves, they are still capable of much rot life. In the end, I do not know what is most interesting. My pragmatism push me to look for the easy way.

2) Somewhere in the process of feigned submission to man, the woman was caught at his own game has not only invented the prince charming to flatter the male ego oversized, but Furthermore, and importantly, it still believes that it reflects a candor and naiveté touching if the listing does not at a particularly inopportune.

must still be some relatively interesting corollaries to be drawn from this simple observation, but the conclusion I wanted to come is this: Ladies, please, do men sex slaves if you like, but please , stop being chiantes trying to prepare your back to go for the nice girl who warned before. You do you'll also paid more.

Hang me if you wish to sully my blog this sentence, That all the damned poets who have forgotten the deep sense, the sentence of despair, of procrastinators, idlers, utopians, but also gardeners, and budding Latinist scholars in bunches: fucking crying out loud, "Carpe diem! And stop making me shit now.