Sorry to just pitch up here and seem to just keep posting like a nutter, but I don't get the opportunity to chat about this stuff much....not just any blokes or women you can chat with on an equal level, so I've a bit to get off my chest. It is a great site.

What is the most attractive thing to a woman? No, not aftershave, it is for her to watch two good-looking men in the middle of a pub just talking and joking between themselves rather than being out on the pull oggling women, so then she can have a good old long look knowing she can relax as the men are not going to suddenly look up and see her looking and dreaming.

In this she makes her mind up that she wants you, maybe, and so it is easier then when you do eventually notice her and chat to her.

This psychology can work in many situations.

I had it yesterday. I was busy at a task, some sawing wood and stuff outside. I was cracking on because of the good weather and wanted to get it all done, so I was working hard and totally immersed in my world of the task. I could hear some teenagers nearby. I guessed there was about five or six of them, two of them young ladies. I noticed because I felt a danger. The lads were getting loud and restless, something had stirred them and they were rattled. It was a violence in the air. I ignored it and kept my head down. I know what it was. They had noticed me, and noticed that the women had noticed me and were attracted to me, a man, not the boys she was with, and the boys knew this, they felt like boys. The car reversed a bit further than it needed towards me and lingered longer than needed. It was one of the women driving and she had come for a closer look. I'm a good-looking bloke, not fat or anything, there with my work jeans on and paint-covered t-shirt all baggy. Not that i was doing that as a show, just me working. The combination of me looking like that and being immersed and unnoticing of them must have really cast a spell.

What happened then. Did you go and chat to them?

Nova, I just carried on working, a) because of the job I wanted to get done, b) as it was, the immature males couldn't work out what was happening because it was all new to them what they were feeling, as an adult male but at the very beginning of their long and difficult journey to maturity.......I hadn't done a thing, so how could it be me making them feel so painfully pathetic and inadequate. If I had broken from my world just one moment then they would have something concrete to go on, so I kept my head down, but my radar told me everything. I did not want a fight, they were rabbid and at about 17 were strong enough, But over these two concerns, the reason I didn't chat to them was that I wasn't interested in the women at all, not my type and too young, I perfer middle-aged women of a very specific type usually. If they are not this type then I never ever bother in the slightest. I don't like to emotionally or egocentrically cause any woman any discomfort with her thinking it is ok to invest, to let me in, but really I would not be caring and she would then be perhaps even damaged by the awful experience...i prefer it when I have the hots and potentially able to be hurt because she is sooooo sexy. I get hurt quite a lot tangling with these women. I don't want to be hurt at all, but that comes with the territory. The women i like are top rank in the sexy stakes, and they certainly know it, how could they not. But I am of a high rank myself, as high a rank as them in terms of attractive looks, and so they run the risk of getting hurt, which is rare for them because most of their partners are of a lower rank than them. I like the women who are super super hot, and being of a high rank myself I can play in that game and give them a run for their money. To be honest, if I wasn't good-looking then I don't know what the situation would be for me, but as it is I can play in their league because it is easy for me as my looks give me legitimate entry. I can't think of any woman who would be offended at all by me approaching them, but if I wasn't good-looking then to them it would mean, 'Yes this bloke wants me because he fancies me, sure, but does he think that I am in his lower league that he feels it is a match, that it is ok to approach me'. So she then feels insulted by such an approach. Whereas with me they truely feel flattered and good, and elevated.

I'm just being honest here, nova, for only by us keeping grounded in Truth can we keep a sharp and keen compass to go by.

kowalski, Not true, you are wrong........my being for others for itself, .....and there isn't one. I'm not Uri Geller.

It happened again today, truely, as true as I am sat at this keyboard, and again I was immersed in my own world, oblivious to the outside world around me. I was working again on that task and got a bit peckkish and so cracked open a tin of spaghetti in tomato sauce and the only thing i could find to eat it with was a tiny plastic fish and chips shop fork from my car, so i had to make do with that, straight from the tin. I had all sauce around my gob and walked to the sink to wash it off, and noticed this woman had been watching me..........she'd fallen in love, written all over her face, but it was love from afar, alas, coz not my type.

There is another woman around that place and she really is up my street.......my eyes popped out of my head a couple of weeks ago. I didn't dither, I started a bit of chat going straight away, just a bit to break the ice and set the ball rolling. But she wasn't free to talk coz working and with a bloke (work colleague) who clearly fancied her. He knew what was going on and didn't like it. I reckon he's been wanting her for ages, but got no-where, and this woman was thinking about me, 'He's a quick worker, what a guy, knows what he likes and isn't affraid to get it, kinda turns me on, unlike Mr what's-his-name who doesn't know the strength I need. This guy who's chatting me up now would have me in bed and doing all sorts of things in a moment given half a chance, and this kinda gets my interest'. Anyway, I then played it cool and today noticed her having sneaky looks, weighing me up. No, kowalski, not a fantasist. This is all going on in reality.

No, I know exactly what you are saying. I thought you was being witty in how you said it confusingly on purpose, so I added some confusion and then wrote some light fun...which, however, i feel is true, or could be. Of course i could be completely wrong, of course, but whilst i walk this fine line I am able to get closer to what is going on and get a good feel for it so that i know what to do. You may say that I am wrong in this, that i should only go with what i know for sure to be true, but that way does not give me the edge as i need more information, more knowledge, so by considering the possibility, by following my hunch in this way (yet keeping my feet on the ground as i may be wrong), I get the result i want, and this i have prooved often as I have turned out to be right, if not in whole, at least part..

It helps me tune in better, pitch the game higher, play my cards right. I use imagination but in a realistic way. I mean, take a fashion designer who puts a 6-foot collar on a dress and sends it down the catwalk. Well, of course the designer is not really going to make a line for the shops with such a large collar, but he is merely using his imagination to be original and is merely showcasing his creativity. The eventual dress for the shops will probably have a collar toned down into realistic terms, but have a desirable difference from typical collars, and thus be a stylistic aspect which provides successful sales.

Yes, I make stories up around things, sometimes more than others, but it is based in some truth and is a grappling hook for me into getting into a person's head, like the designer using the large collar to grapple into originality. I modify it down into reality, too, and maybe in some way, it sort of is a framework to work from rather than nothing.

I'm not anxious in the way that you suggest, but i am anxious when dealing with such hot women as there is a lot to play for, which hurts like crazy when it is missed.

Cheers.

No, I know exactly what you are saying. I thought you was being witty in how you said it confusingly on purpose, so I added some confusion and then wrote some light fun...which, however, i feel is true, or could be. Of course i could be completely wrong, of course, but whilst i walk this fine line I am able to get closer to what is going on and get a good feel for it so that i know what to do. You may say that I am wrong in this, that i should only go with what i know for sure to be true, but that way does not give me the edge as i need more information, more knowledge, so by considering the possibility, by following my hunch in this way (yet keeping my feet on the ground as i may be wrong), I get the result i want, and this i have prooved often as I have turned out to be right, if not in whole, at least part..

It helps me tune in better, pitch the game higher, play my cards right. I use imagination but in a realistic way. I mean, take a fashion designer who puts a 6-foot collar on a dress and sends it down the catwalk. Well, of course the designer is not really going to make a line for the shops with such a large collar, but he is merely using his imagination to be original and is merely showcasing his creativity. The eventual dress for the shops will probably have a collar toned down into realistic terms, but have a desirable difference from typical collars, and thus be a stylistic aspect which provides successful sales.

Yes, I make stories up around things, sometimes more than others, but it is based in some truth and is a grappling hook for me into getting into a person's head, like the designer using the large collar to grapple into originality. I modify it down into reality, too, and maybe in some way, it sort of is a framework to work from rather than nothing.

I'm not anxious in the way that you suggest, but i am anxious when dealing with such hot women as there is a lot to play for, which hurts like crazy when it is missed.

Cheers.

Kowalski, I should also add, re the anxiety you mention, that I am only after a very specific type of woman, which are rare, so i want to give my best effort or it will hurt to miss out.

Other woman than this I have no interest in at all. Could i get the women I'm not interested in? Easy, but I'm not interested, and the last thing i want is a string of 'em on which took up my time and I would have to hurtfully drop when something I wanted came along.

Most idiots on here are at least entertaining.

Well, let's just say you are right, that i'm stupid and a tit and not entertaining. I can live with that.

Not everyone can get along with each other as people have differences, that is how it is, but we should allow room for other people to be who they are if we don't like them. It's no problem. You don't like my posts. Ok. Some other people might. So I suggest that whenever you see a post by me that you simply don't bother to read it. It's ok. And I will avoid posting on your threads. It's no problem.

All the breast for the future,

Tat

Another hot playa yawn. So, the upshot? You pussied out of trying to fuck any of these girls. It was ‘enough’ for you to go home, have a wank and imagine that they all loved your tomato stained lips.

But, it’s ok as you are higher ranked than these British subjects. I take it this all took place in the local army barracks? Butch lesbians drooling over you, with jealous gaylords in tow. Sounds heavenly.