@spendius,
I agree with everything you said in your post to Francis except that just as the Marquis de Sade wouldn't have been interested in sleeping with or have used the phrase, 'slept with', I don't think those who'd 'butter buns' should be termed 'lovers'. 'Service providers' would seem a more appropriate title.
Which reminds me of a funny/sad story. When I was teaching in this school in NC, there were six of us who had our desks in an office and we started getting the most sexually explicit and amusing spam over the school e-mail. Before they finally stopped it, we all used to read it and laugh figuring it was coming from some of the university students up the road who had somehow hacked into the system.
Well there was one teacher, Evelyn who relished this spam - it was like her daily dose of vicarious sex or love and she looked forward to it every day, as if it were a love letter addressed specifically to her. And when it was stopped- you could tell it left a hole in her life. She wasn't very attractive, and I would guess had never really received a lot of male attention.
So I was telling my friend Tito that I felt sad for her - you could actually see she was missing this little bit of daily sexual excitement.. He was a fellow teacher, very virile guy- a triathlete and extremely cocksure of himself- although also very funny, sensitive and likeable. He said, 'Hmmm, if I were just a little more desperate , I'd offer to service her myself.'
Reminded me of your use of the word, 'passable.' I guess Evelyn wasn't passable. So what do you think women in that situation do? And I think it's insensitive of you to assume that the women you do not find passable do not notice that you don't address any of your queries about what you can do for them to them. Believe me, they notice. They watch as other women are flirted with and wonder what it would be like to have someone notice them enough to want to flirt with them.
Quote:"Can I take your coat sir?" or " can I get past please?" or " can I squeeze in here?" when they come to the bar on which we lean. It's only the casting of bread on the water. Test their sophistication so to speak.
While they're trying to do their JOB? Jesus Spendius - I'd show you sophistication - I'd put your balls in a vise- that's what you're looking for anyway - isn't it?
Quote:That they don't look like Baroness Trumpington or Margaret Rutherford or the wife in the famous Ocean Finance advert. Do you think I'm choosy? Don't forget that the ones who I wouldn't say it to don't notice my not saying it. Blimey Becks! Are you being obtuse. The ones I fancy of course which is a pretty large group.
Do I think you're choosy - No. Not when in the next breath you say, 'The ones I fancy of course which is a pretty large group.'
Quote:So! What's the alternative? Society is as it is. That lot are trading who are tarting themselves up in the dress shops and beauty salons. And often with their husband's hard earned wages.
Well they have to look 'passable' don't they? And don't tell me any husband wants his wife looking less than passable. It's a direct reflection on him, aside from the fact that most women work Spendius. Maybe it's their own money they're spending.
Quote:Having a bit of fun and treating women as equals. It's sending them Valentine cards and boxes of chocs and inviting them out to dinner that is bargaining and treating them as a commodity.
Not necessarily - it depends on why you're doing it. Maybe you just like her and want to give her something nice- make her smile. Let her know you know her.
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When have you been out with a bloke who didn't pass your passable test?
Never. I'm choosy- I'd never settle for passable. He has to be like so, so, so - interesting. Nice. Smart and funny are good too. It would never have anything at all to do with what he looked like or what he wore. So he wouldn't be able to dress it up or fake anything.
Quote:It is not. You're missing the point. She is being given permission to have whatever she wants. I would be taking the chance that she might not want me to have anything she doesn't approve of me having and committed to providing her with whatever she takes a fancy to. It gets past all the faking. It's a compliment. It's a risky business. You sound as if the bloke's expectations are a consideration. I'm knocking them out for her. Really--she didn't ought to need me to. It might be taken for granted in some circumstances. An experienced intellectual woman would know exactly what I meant. I bet Francis agrees.
An experienced intellectual woman would not want a pussy-whipped milquetoast which is what you're describing.
Where's the challenge in that? It'd be too easy and predictable and quickly become boring.
She'd want an equal - remember just above you talked about treating women as equals? You were on the right track.
As far as Marc Antony goes (or went) passion can make a person weak. in the sense that it erodes resolve. That's the frustrating thing. There's always someone who comes along who makes you break all your rules.
It can be very powerful.
I know I've felt afraid when I've realized I'd turn on a dime and throw everything I know over for something I can't count on but feel I have to have.
You always just have to hope that other person is working in your best interests when you hand over the reins.
Or use your head and stay out of the line of fire.