What Men Want (and what they’ll say to get it)

Human nature has always fascinated me. Especially the things people say to each other, in order to obtain something they deem ‘of value’ from another person. Nowhere is this more evident than in the battle between the sexes, where the humour just keeps coming, despite many failed attempts, but as the Coolidge quote goes:

“Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan Press On! has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.”   
—      Calvin Coolidge

So they press on …

In his quest for the aforementioned, this one member wrote: “ok just got here give a peek and will log in”. Had me thinking aloud again. I have windows less transparent than this guy!

Next up was a doozie: “u look great dear, do you travel to meet clients?”. I guess just my being in this industry gives people the green light to assume I will do anything for a buck. So, they act accordingly. What they don’t anticipate is how quickly I put them in their place, leaving absolutely no room to question if I will ever, in this lifetime, take the risk of meeting up with someone who scours sex sites in search of someone to have sex with.  I would hate to think I’m taking food off the table of some poor local prostitute that could have easily taken care of him and done it all in the time it took him to realize he was getting nowhere with me.

In the midst of my retort on this poor victim of mine, another member chimed in with: “i respect you. haha”. Of course you do! My savior! You looking to meet, too buddy?

Mister doozie, in a light-hearted attempt to retract his statement, went on to repeating it.  In no way would I take this as an apology for the rude assumption, however: “didnt mean to offend. no harm intended. just was wondering if you met ppl”. Insulting as that is (as this is not something I would ever consider), I made a few assumptions of my own, about him, which I’d rather just keep to my potty-mouthed self.

Here’s a doozie (the typical type that never has a cam to back up his claims): “i hav a 9 inch dick. wanna c”. Never did get to see the big 9″er! Oh darn, gosh, dangit!

I had a blast though last night with PartyChat. Despite the funny comments, questions, statements, attempts to get free boob flashes, it’s all good and at the end of the night, I had fun, they had fun and my stalker must have gone crazy when I kept leaving the free room to perform for adoring fans! 😉

There is no better job!