Random Women
The other day I was at the store and I ran into an old friend of mine, Tim. We agreed to hang out the next day. Just before we parted a woman walked by. Her eyes were to the ground and she had a rather sour look on her face. Tim said hello to her with no effect by which he followed with, “It’ll make my day to see you smile.” She looked up, saw the two of us standing there smiling, and smiled herself.
It got me to thinking. When I’m out and about I tend to have lots of little interactions with women that I pass, that I stand in line next to, or sit nearby…sales clerks… whoever… It really means nothing, just me mostly trying to get a reaction out of someone, to entertain myself, even though it often takes me being the entertainer. On a good day it seems that I can get almost any woman to smile and to flirt with me.
Cindy
On my way home I stopped by to visit my friend Cindy. As I arrived, in a surprised like mood, she called out my name and came in for a hug. We hugged tightly. We sat and she seemed to lose track of whatever it was she was doing as we chatted away. Cindy is one of those women that I suppose could be seen as a good, quality woman. She is educated, married, has children, a full time job and does charity work. I really doubt, under normal conditions, that she would ever cheat on her husband. I think that most women are somewhat like Cindy. However there is something between us. I’m tempted to say that we are just friends but our interactions with each other are highly flirtatious and our hugs are quite sensual. It is not at all unusual to for her to let out a gentle moan as we hug. That is about as far as it goes, except for an occasional kiss on the cheek.
Throughout my life I’ve had hundreds of these little relationships like what I have with Cindy – with women who have been classmates, co-workers, and the like, but really just random women who I see rather often and it just kind of develops.
Denise
Tim and I met up the next day at a popular hotspot and almost immediately ran into my friend Mary (girl (A) in my previous thread) and Denise, a mutual friend. I’ve long noticed that in many social circles it is a woman or a few women that tend to decide who is socially acceptable or not. Denise, for better or worse is one of those women. I often think that she is rather harsh in some of her assessments of others, but she does seem to have quite a bit of influence, and she does like me. Her introductions and endorsements have gotten me into places that I don’t think that I would have gotten otherwise.
From an observer it may appear as if I have a similar relationship with Denise that I have with Cindy. The big difference though is that I genuinely like Cindy. Denise is more of an acquaintance that I use for social, economic, or political advantage.
Back when I worked in large corporations I had tons of these little friendly/flirty relationships with most women that I worked with. I also carried on with secretaries of important people. Often times I could get more done, and the way I wanted it done by eliciting the aid of someone’s secretary rather than that one. Most workplace political battles that I had won, I won with the aid of the women who I had made allies with.
Mary
Mary is somewhat typical of my lovers in that we just kind of drifted into each others lives. It’s not like I ever hit on her or anything. Things just happen, I guess. I’m not even so sure if I love her or not, though I do feel a rather strong bond with her.
She has several characteristic behaviors that are common to all the women who fall for me.
She heralds my arrival. Whenever I arrive at a place where she is, even if it is her home, she calls out my name, “Potato” or “hey Potato”. In social settings everyone knows my name because she always says it and rather prominently.
She takes care of my stuff. If we are out and I take off my coat or set down a bag, she’ll keep an eye on it, even pick it up and carry it if she thinks it might get damaged or stolen. She insists on mending my clothes, like sewing on missing buttons or repairing minor tears. She cleans up around my place and washes my bicycle.
She defends me. Whenever someone says something to me, or about me, that is disparaging, even if in jest, she always jumps up in protest. In my younger years, I even had women stand up to guys who wanted to fight me telling the guy that he’d have to go through her to get to me.
She sings my praises. Somewhat related to heralding my arrival and defending me comes telling others how wonderful I am. I once had a girlfriend tell me that she thought that one of the roles of a girlfriend was to boost the ego of her boyfriend. If anyone wonders why I might have a big ego it is because I’ve had very good girlfriends who regularly told me and everyone else how wonderful they thought I was.
She shares. When I hook up with a woman I tend to think of it in terms of us rather than as her and I. I think most women, once they get to where they think there is relationship potential; seem to think the same way. As such we tend to share whatever it is with the other even if it means giving up that last piece of one’s favorite candy.
She gets jealous. This may seem odd that I add it here but only girls that fall for me get jealous. I much prefer women who don’t get jealous but it seems that all do, to some extent. My last thread was all about taking Mary around and getting her jealous. It wasn’t intentional at first but once I realized that she was getting jealous of every woman I talked to, I actually pushed it a bit. Oddly, most women who get jealous get mad at the other women and not me.
She grooms me. She’ll pick lint off of my clothing, put a wayward hair in its place, and use her napkin to wipe drippings off the edge of my mouth, straightens my shirt…
She touches me. She runs her hand across my shoulders or my back as she walks behind me, she pokes me in the side as she walks up to me, she leans against me, when we’re talking she reaches out and touches my arm, my knee, my thigh especially as she makes a point.
She keeps track of me. Not like a stalker but like when we are at the same place she will be keeping an eye on me, knowing what I’ve been doing, who I’ve been talking to.
She asks me to stay/come back to see her.
Lilly
In my posts, whenever I’ve mentioned my girlfriend, I’ve been referencing Lilly. It is tempting to just say that she is my favorite girlfriend but in reality she is of a different kind – our relationship is of another kind. I really don’t believe in soul mates and all that but Lilly and I are often as one almost as if we were soul mates. We think alike and tend to have the same opinions on most subjects. There is nothing that I can’t talk to her about. We have an understanding of each other. If I think that there is a problem between us I never go to others for advice. I just talk to her and things tend to work out.
With Lilly I feel a kind of burning sensation in my chest that I don’t feel with other women.
Crushes
Most of this was written over a two day period on a pad of paper that I often carry with me, from the time I ran into my friend Tim until the morning after we hooked up with Denise and Mary. The four of us ended up at Denise’s place sometime after midnight. The other three were talking about going to sleep but I was still wide awake and took a walk as the others fell asleep.
In the course of my walk I stopped by an all night grocery store to pick up a snack. As I stood in the dairy aisle deciding if I wanted a yogurt or a cheese snack I felt a hand upon my bottom, clearly a groping. I turned and saw three women walking away. One, by the way she walked, a certain swing to her hips, led me to suspect that she was the culprit.
A couple of aisles over I caught glimpse of them again. They were all rather average; HB5’s or so. While I was looking through the produce the one who had groped me kind of popped up out of nowhere and, I guess, sort of draped her self on me, initiating a hug. We hugged for awhile and as I let up, she only squeezed tighter. We hugged for a long time.
I must point out that I did have several mind altering substances in my system which made the whole affair seem dreamy. I think that under normal circumstances I would have rejected/ran away from her. But she was young, like around 20, and I’m sure to her, it was kind of a fantasy fulfillment kind of experience. I get a kick out of the idea that I played such a role to that girl.
The other day I was at the store and I ran into an old friend of mine, Tim. We agreed to hang out the next day. Just before we parted a woman walked by. Her eyes were to the ground and she had a rather sour look on her face. Tim said hello to her with no effect by which he followed with, “It’ll make my day to see you smile.” She looked up, saw the two of us standing there smiling, and smiled herself.
It got me to thinking. When I’m out and about I tend to have lots of little interactions with women that I pass, that I stand in line next to, or sit nearby…sales clerks… whoever… It really means nothing, just me mostly trying to get a reaction out of someone, to entertain myself, even though it often takes me being the entertainer. On a good day it seems that I can get almost any woman to smile and to flirt with me.
Cindy
On my way home I stopped by to visit my friend Cindy. As I arrived, in a surprised like mood, she called out my name and came in for a hug. We hugged tightly. We sat and she seemed to lose track of whatever it was she was doing as we chatted away. Cindy is one of those women that I suppose could be seen as a good, quality woman. She is educated, married, has children, a full time job and does charity work. I really doubt, under normal conditions, that she would ever cheat on her husband. I think that most women are somewhat like Cindy. However there is something between us. I’m tempted to say that we are just friends but our interactions with each other are highly flirtatious and our hugs are quite sensual. It is not at all unusual to for her to let out a gentle moan as we hug. That is about as far as it goes, except for an occasional kiss on the cheek.
Throughout my life I’ve had hundreds of these little relationships like what I have with Cindy – with women who have been classmates, co-workers, and the like, but really just random women who I see rather often and it just kind of develops.
Denise
Tim and I met up the next day at a popular hotspot and almost immediately ran into my friend Mary (girl (A) in my previous thread) and Denise, a mutual friend. I’ve long noticed that in many social circles it is a woman or a few women that tend to decide who is socially acceptable or not. Denise, for better or worse is one of those women. I often think that she is rather harsh in some of her assessments of others, but she does seem to have quite a bit of influence, and she does like me. Her introductions and endorsements have gotten me into places that I don’t think that I would have gotten otherwise.
From an observer it may appear as if I have a similar relationship with Denise that I have with Cindy. The big difference though is that I genuinely like Cindy. Denise is more of an acquaintance that I use for social, economic, or political advantage.
Back when I worked in large corporations I had tons of these little friendly/flirty relationships with most women that I worked with. I also carried on with secretaries of important people. Often times I could get more done, and the way I wanted it done by eliciting the aid of someone’s secretary rather than that one. Most workplace political battles that I had won, I won with the aid of the women who I had made allies with.
Mary
Mary is somewhat typical of my lovers in that we just kind of drifted into each others lives. It’s not like I ever hit on her or anything. Things just happen, I guess. I’m not even so sure if I love her or not, though I do feel a rather strong bond with her.
She has several characteristic behaviors that are common to all the women who fall for me.
She heralds my arrival. Whenever I arrive at a place where she is, even if it is her home, she calls out my name, “Potato” or “hey Potato”. In social settings everyone knows my name because she always says it and rather prominently.
She takes care of my stuff. If we are out and I take off my coat or set down a bag, she’ll keep an eye on it, even pick it up and carry it if she thinks it might get damaged or stolen. She insists on mending my clothes, like sewing on missing buttons or repairing minor tears. She cleans up around my place and washes my bicycle.
She defends me. Whenever someone says something to me, or about me, that is disparaging, even if in jest, she always jumps up in protest. In my younger years, I even had women stand up to guys who wanted to fight me telling the guy that he’d have to go through her to get to me.
She sings my praises. Somewhat related to heralding my arrival and defending me comes telling others how wonderful I am. I once had a girlfriend tell me that she thought that one of the roles of a girlfriend was to boost the ego of her boyfriend. If anyone wonders why I might have a big ego it is because I’ve had very good girlfriends who regularly told me and everyone else how wonderful they thought I was.
She shares. When I hook up with a woman I tend to think of it in terms of us rather than as her and I. I think most women, once they get to where they think there is relationship potential; seem to think the same way. As such we tend to share whatever it is with the other even if it means giving up that last piece of one’s favorite candy.
She gets jealous. This may seem odd that I add it here but only girls that fall for me get jealous. I much prefer women who don’t get jealous but it seems that all do, to some extent. My last thread was all about taking Mary around and getting her jealous. It wasn’t intentional at first but once I realized that she was getting jealous of every woman I talked to, I actually pushed it a bit. Oddly, most women who get jealous get mad at the other women and not me.
She grooms me. She’ll pick lint off of my clothing, put a wayward hair in its place, and use her napkin to wipe drippings off the edge of my mouth, straightens my shirt…
She touches me. She runs her hand across my shoulders or my back as she walks behind me, she pokes me in the side as she walks up to me, she leans against me, when we’re talking she reaches out and touches my arm, my knee, my thigh especially as she makes a point.
She keeps track of me. Not like a stalker but like when we are at the same place she will be keeping an eye on me, knowing what I’ve been doing, who I’ve been talking to.
She asks me to stay/come back to see her.
Lilly
In my posts, whenever I’ve mentioned my girlfriend, I’ve been referencing Lilly. It is tempting to just say that she is my favorite girlfriend but in reality she is of a different kind – our relationship is of another kind. I really don’t believe in soul mates and all that but Lilly and I are often as one almost as if we were soul mates. We think alike and tend to have the same opinions on most subjects. There is nothing that I can’t talk to her about. We have an understanding of each other. If I think that there is a problem between us I never go to others for advice. I just talk to her and things tend to work out.
With Lilly I feel a kind of burning sensation in my chest that I don’t feel with other women.
Crushes
Most of this was written over a two day period on a pad of paper that I often carry with me, from the time I ran into my friend Tim until the morning after we hooked up with Denise and Mary. The four of us ended up at Denise’s place sometime after midnight. The other three were talking about going to sleep but I was still wide awake and took a walk as the others fell asleep.
In the course of my walk I stopped by an all night grocery store to pick up a snack. As I stood in the dairy aisle deciding if I wanted a yogurt or a cheese snack I felt a hand upon my bottom, clearly a groping. I turned and saw three women walking away. One, by the way she walked, a certain swing to her hips, led me to suspect that she was the culprit.
A couple of aisles over I caught glimpse of them again. They were all rather average; HB5’s or so. While I was looking through the produce the one who had groped me kind of popped up out of nowhere and, I guess, sort of draped her self on me, initiating a hug. We hugged for awhile and as I let up, she only squeezed tighter. We hugged for a long time.
I must point out that I did have several mind altering substances in my system which made the whole affair seem dreamy. I think that under normal circumstances I would have rejected/ran away from her. But she was young, like around 20, and I’m sure to her, it was kind of a fantasy fulfillment kind of experience. I get a kick out of the idea that I played such a role to that girl.
- and ****y), there is some really good information to be gleaned, and it was cool of you to take time out to spell it out, what you have learned about women, and how they will treat you when they care about you. And your list was spot on.
