At what point did the women decide that the men owe and owe them something? Why is there so much inadequacy in the actions of many women? Why are few people trying to just keep their face, but almost everyone is concerned about creating a unique image?
I have always wondered, where does so much shit come from in the heads of our women?
At what point did they decide that the men owe and owe them something? Why is there so much inadequacy in the actions of many women? Why are few of them trying to just keep their face, but almost all are concerned about creating a unique image? They dance like lice on a comb, trying to become for men - ta-dam! - unforgettable.
Who gave a shit to poor women in their heads like that, that they sincerely believed that if a peasant was shocked somehow, and then ran away from him and then fell like icicles on his head, suddenly and passionately surrendered, he would immediately give such a woman and a fur coat, and a car, and a necklace, and your heart to boot?
I watched the first series yesterday. The Long Way Home is called.
In short: a big Moscow businessman over 50, in the past - a party bureaucrat, loses his head from a cheerful young woman.
I saw it in the lobby. She stood and whinnied like a horse. She reminded the old dog of his old love. Something leaped up at him: either a bright feeling, or an attack of gastritis and ulcers. The businessman's woman beckoned with her finger and immediately rushed off into the distance on a motorcycle with the words: "I will find you myself."
And here he is, the poor man, toil: waiting for the call.
Boy, damn it, curly, in love, did not see a woman's breast alive. Party bureaucrat, a big businessman who has been wandering about women all his life - all of a sudden! - shook and toiled: I saw a riddle in the laughing girl, and not a cheap ponto-cutter. The screenwriter, with a dexterous movement of his pen, threw the experience of a seasoned womanizer under the tail of stray dogs. No, well, what about? Let him fall in love, the fat screenwriter decided, and biting her lip, she stained the piece of paper.
Then the cheerful young woman suddenly calls the dog in love and in a languid voice invites him to an unforgettable swim in the reservoir. In an average Russian lake or in a pond, which is typical.
The gray-haired Cherubino flies to her on the wings of passion, jumping into the fur salon on the way. And now he is already standing with a fur coat in his teeth on the shore of the lake, in which the young woman bathes naked.
- Am I too old for you? - asks.
- Passion has no age, - the nymph replies languidly, and he is shy about it! - bought.
I looked at all this and thought: “Only a woman could write this. Moreover, not very beautiful. Moreover, only the one that the tough men saw exclusively in magazines and TV.
I watch "Two Days" by Dunya Smirnova and believe: Dunya is fumbling. Dunya knows the psychology of alpha men. And the woman who described the bathing of the nymph got all her knowledge about men from the magazine "Cosmo". Too many of the articles out there on how to become an unforgettable woman, read and reworked them into a script.
The film, shot according to this scenario, is watched by women. Not all of them are smart. Many people tend to believe in a miracle. They will watch the thirty-year-old divorces of such serials, and then the rod in "Let's Get Married" with the requirement that the groom earns from 150 thousand rubles a month. Less will not suit them. 150 - this is her ass in centimeters in girth, and in the same place: give her a stop in a month.
And it seems to these fools that it is enough to laugh loudly and go out naked from the lake or at least from the bathroom - and a decent man will fall to their albeit cellulite, but still female legs with a red pedicure, of course.
Will not fall. To laugh loudly and walk out of the lake naked is enough if you are a beautiful 18-year-old model. You don’t want to become a model, you don’t consider yourself to be a model in splendid isolation or together with your mother, you don’t dash around castings, but you star in perfume commercials and go out on the podium. This will be enough to pass the face control into the bed. To get a ticket to a man's life on conditions that are not humiliating for you - no.
Eighteen-year-old "fatalities" I still somehow can understand, they at least have a chance. But where are the women of the second freshness and third-rate appearance going? What are they hoping for? What happens in life like in a movie? Can not be.
The inadequacy of men does not touch. Inadequate men do not like it. Inadequate men do not turn on.
It happens that they turn a blind eye to him, but only if a minute before that they drilled with these very eyes an 18-year-old "three-ruble note" on long legs. The inadequate, exalted behavior of an adult woman is disgusting to any man.
Do not rush, girls, to take off your panties and tie them around a man's neck with a bow or a knot, thinking that all his life he dreamed of just this. It's not original. It's not unforgettable. It’s vulgar and trite. It is disgusting, disgusting and ugly. There is nothing more boring than a stupid woman who imagines herself to be a great original.
Don't strive to be unforgettable. Just be smart. This is enough to make you look like a person and not a hole that wants to be sudden and unforgettable.
