It's true. I have that special "someting" that women desire.

Maybe it's my long rockstar ( or hippie) hair or a body like Michaelangleo's statue of "David" (The color, not the body).

 I can tell that look. A woman sees me and immediately thinks "How much does he make?"  Even being married places me in the hot category. Women want me even though I'm married, for the thrill of taking something from another woman. It's an established fact that if you are single women think something is wrong with you and avoid you like the plague. If you are simply and rake or a rogue you have to clean yourself up long enough to get a women to treat like shit later. Not me of course, but I have seen it.

 I often get approached by women who, rather frankly, just want me to shag them. I'd do it, but I remind myself she really just wants me to fix shit around her house or mow the grass after awhile. I do that at home.  It's really tempting, but I'd have to remember more dates like anniversaries or birthdays. I don't have the room in my head for stuff like this. I talked my wife into celebrating her birthday on mine, so we could "share it together." Of course this is so I wouldn't have to remember hers. I got my birthday covered about six years ago, although I can't place the year.

I look a lot younger than my age, enough so I get carded for beer and cigarettes (part of my food rectangle). The wife hates it. I hate it because young chicks see me as a part of their "shopping matrix" like "if I sleep with him, what will he buy me?" Quite frankly, nothing. Being a guy, I just think about cars, motorcycles and cars and motorcycles. Its who I am. Women see my accoutrements as status symbols. I see them as cool shit to play with. They have toys too, but they keep them under the bed. Beware the woman with a plug-in vibrator. Once they get past double AA batteries there is no satisfying them. I knew a Russian woman with a small diesel powered one. She was from Siberia I think. It didn't fit under her bed but was in a shed. Its hour meter rolled over a few times. She was serious. I think she took it to a local Volkswagen shop for service.You have been warned about Russian women.

Oh yeah. I'm not a fan of younger women. The "me too, like, she goes, ohmigods" drive me crazy. It's an entire conversation about nothing I can pinpoint. All I know is that she did things with other people and I wasn't there. You'll never be a part of their conversation unless you are absent. It's usually bad. You are never in touch with your feelings.

As far as toys go, I often note the difference between men and women. They love things that don't perform any function but look good sitting on a shelf or something collecting dust. We (men) like things in a garage. It could be a BMW motorcycle or car.  Maybe power tools that simply live their life waiting for a project they will never occur. We get power tools because we could do it ourselves, but won't.

Women think they want a man like me. Strong, sensitive and caring, but they don't. If you have any of those attributes they'll drop you like an anvil. They want it going into the relationship, but will get bored rather quickly. You won't be man enough if you fit their pre long-term relationship ideals. They want something to complain about at 40. Forty seems to be the sweet spot. If they aren't complaining about men they were never in a relationship long enough to hate them.

Women share things like shirts and pants. A guy would never do this because we know we don't do laundry. Let them know early you wear panties so they'll never suspect they could be another girls, you're just "different." They'll think it's cute. Come to think of it, with my long hair I could easily pass for a chick with a huge pecker and a goatee. I call it "7 inches of dangling death." I measured it from the tailbone. In case you're wondering, ALL men measure it. Why do you think think make tape measures? Actually I use a laser. I can tell how far away it is from the nearest wall. I tell women the length from the nearest stationary object. It could be anywhere from 5 to 10 feet long. It makes them happy and you can guesstimate the size of window treatments at the hardware shop.

Every first encounter is like an interview. You have to wear something nice. You are being judged on what you wear and if you smell like you took a shower within the last week. It takes about a week to get prepared. You can't chew with your mouth open or put your elbows on the table. Things your Mom didn't want you to do at the table. Mom wanted you to have manners to get your ass out of the house at eighteen and have grandchildren that would torture you. She talks about herself and you listen. If you respond to any question say "I'm a people person" just like a real interview.